<?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-1915526016264211662</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:10:08.667-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And now we're a family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>And now we're a family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02317292113361801675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/R82S486AqVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r4tDrEzqWG0/S220/0004.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915526016264211662.post-1586154560487652020</id><published>2008-10-07T12:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T13:07:10.191-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Updating!</title><content type='html'>Wow, I can't believe how much  I've abandoned my blog!!!   Let's see what I have to update on.  We'll start with Braxton :).  He is now 15 months old and very very wide open.   The boy is definitely a climber and loves to scare the crap out of me lol.  You name it and he's tried to climb on it!  He's also speaking up a storm.  It's so much fun to hear him actually ask for things.  I'm starting to wonder what it's going to be like to have full blown conversations with him.  His newest thing is saying "one"  while holding up his index finger.  We've taught him to do it when asked how old he is lol.  It's super cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An update on me:  Well,  I've started weight watchers and it's really helping a lot.   Four weeks ago I tried counting calories on my own and it was boring lol.  So, I started going to the meetings the week  after that.  So far I've lost 10 pounds.  I know the weight loss will be slow but at least it's a healthy way of losing.  I also enjoy getting out of the house to go to the weekly meetings.  Other than that I've just been busy with the usual things like cleaning, cooking and running after the little monster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to be able to post more often!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1915526016264211662-1586154560487652020?l=andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1586154560487652020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915526016264211662&amp;postID=1586154560487652020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/1586154560487652020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/1586154560487652020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/finally-updating.html' title='Finally Updating!'/><author><name>And now we're a family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02317292113361801675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/R82S486AqVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r4tDrEzqWG0/S220/0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915526016264211662.post-3122773318718428599</id><published>2008-07-15T14:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T14:15:05.569-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Outdoors</title><content type='html'>A fellow June mommy (Gentri) had some pictures of her little one (Cooper) playing in the sprinkler a while back.  I remembered saying that it looked like fun and I should try it out sometime.   Well, it didn't go over as well with Braxton.  He ran  from the water and smacked himself in the head everytime drops of it hit him.  Although it was interesting for me to watch, not very amusing for him lol.  We ended up kicking his ball  around and pushing his car buggy.  Even though the sprinkler wasn't a big hit we still had  fun!  If only the batteries in my camera hadn't been dead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1915526016264211662-3122773318718428599?l=andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3122773318718428599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915526016264211662&amp;postID=3122773318718428599' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/3122773318718428599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/3122773318718428599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/great-outdoors.html' title='The Great Outdoors'/><author><name>And now we're a family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02317292113361801675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/R82S486AqVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r4tDrEzqWG0/S220/0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915526016264211662.post-2187350151291863552</id><published>2008-07-10T14:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T14:46:47.495-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's getting kinda boring around here</title><content type='html'>We are in serious need of some new activities. Sitting at home has become very boring for Braxton and I both. I've thought of a million things we "could" do but nothing works out. Any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is an example of a bored baby...excuse me...toddler!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SHZYt4TKfKI/AAAAAAAAAJc/vmR7pC6EDG8/s1600-h/IMG_1057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221458363212790946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SHZYt4TKfKI/AAAAAAAAAJc/vmR7pC6EDG8/s400/IMG_1057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1915526016264211662-2187350151291863552?l=andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2187350151291863552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915526016264211662&amp;postID=2187350151291863552' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/2187350151291863552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/2187350151291863552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-getting-kinda-boring-around-here.html' title='It&apos;s getting kinda boring around here'/><author><name>And now we're a family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02317292113361801675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/R82S486AqVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r4tDrEzqWG0/S220/0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SHZYt4TKfKI/AAAAAAAAAJc/vmR7pC6EDG8/s72-c/IMG_1057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915526016264211662.post-4943602063674659794</id><published>2008-07-02T13:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T14:18:51.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's just too catchy</title><content type='html'>So, I've been walking around for days with the Hillshire Farms commercial in my head. Ya know the one...guys grilling, sing/cheering about their hotdogs and brats. It's so bad that I considered getting cheddar wursts at the store last night, I don't even like them. GO MEAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some pictures&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SGvF3CibZRI/AAAAAAAAAI8/cV3X6QyUfSc/s1600-h/IMG_1006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218482142603601170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SGvF3CibZRI/AAAAAAAAAI8/cV3X6QyUfSc/s320/IMG_1006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SGvF4ImGKwI/AAAAAAAAAJE/FrBkbJu3amo/s1600-h/IMG_1011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218482161409469186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SGvF4ImGKwI/AAAAAAAAAJE/FrBkbJu3amo/s320/IMG_1011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SGvF5VvnbJI/AAAAAAAAAJM/pUo1_NBh_Ps/s1600-h/IMG_1019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218482182118927506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SGvF5VvnbJI/AAAAAAAAAJM/pUo1_NBh_Ps/s320/IMG_1019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12 Month Stats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weight: 24.2 lbs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Height: 29 3/4 inches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didn't get the head circ.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1915526016264211662-4943602063674659794?l=andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4943602063674659794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915526016264211662&amp;postID=4943602063674659794' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/4943602063674659794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/4943602063674659794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-just-too-catchy.html' title='It&apos;s just too catchy'/><author><name>And now we're a family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02317292113361801675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/R82S486AqVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r4tDrEzqWG0/S220/0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SGvF3CibZRI/AAAAAAAAAI8/cV3X6QyUfSc/s72-c/IMG_1006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915526016264211662.post-7778266227601500329</id><published>2008-06-26T16:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T16:13:16.555-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally another post :)</title><content type='html'>This week Braxton decided to transform into a clingy, fussy, tantrum throwing one year old.  Luckily he started getting better yesterday but all of that listed above kept me from posting (or doing much of anything).  We've had a lot going on in the Braxton department but nothing else excited to speak of.  All bottles have been tossed out and we are on our last day of  the milk weaning process.  Yesterday he realized that he can hug things, not only kiss them.  He is obsessed now with hugging his stuffed animals.  It really is the cutest thing ever.  When he gave his daddy a hug last night he patted him on the shoulder, as if it was a more manly hug.  It really cracked me up, even though I'm sure it wasn't intentional.  Now that he's  napping I need to get off of this computer and get some rest.  I'm exhausted from the 1 hour that I had to spend letting Braxton chase me down the hallway in and out of his room.  The smallest things amuse him :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1915526016264211662-7778266227601500329?l=andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7778266227601500329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915526016264211662&amp;postID=7778266227601500329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/7778266227601500329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/7778266227601500329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/finally-another-post.html' title='Finally another post :)'/><author><name>And now we're a family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02317292113361801675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/R82S486AqVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r4tDrEzqWG0/S220/0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915526016264211662.post-2424520710776866443</id><published>2008-06-18T14:55:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T19:50:24.612-04:00</updated><title type='text'>William Braxton is Offically One!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Sorry this was so late! I tried to post yesterday on his actual birthday but my computer wasn't having that! Braxton's birthday was a lot of fun. He enjoyed running around with his cousins and being spoiled rotten by the adults. When it came time for presents and cake he started to get tired and have a small meltdown. It was fine though and he enjoyed playing with his cake, yes playing because he wouldn't eat it. When we tried to feed him some he made a nasty face and spit it out lol. We ended up giving him a plastic folk and letting him tear it to pieces. Here are some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Setting up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SFlgdn5Ef6I/AAAAAAAAAH8/R6HVY4yhN4Y/s1600-h/IMG_0875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213304105698885538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SFlgdn5Ef6I/AAAAAAAAAH8/R6HVY4yhN4Y/s320/IMG_0875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SFlgfMpqRfI/AAAAAAAAAIE/UTZFaL_su0I/s1600-h/IMG_0877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213304132746233330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SFlgfMpqRfI/AAAAAAAAAIE/UTZFaL_su0I/s320/IMG_0877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Braxton and his auntie Billie Jo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SFlgl2bdAAI/AAAAAAAAAIM/HisL5SL4zXM/s1600-h/IMG_0878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213304247040147458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SFlgl2bdAAI/AAAAAAAAAIM/HisL5SL4zXM/s320/IMG_0878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SFru-hWfICI/AAAAAAAAAIs/1wWfnaTEcZ0/s1600-h/IMG_0886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213742276506755106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SFru-hWfICI/AAAAAAAAAIs/1wWfnaTEcZ0/s320/IMG_0886.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SFlgmZzEtkI/AAAAAAAAAIU/6pRub6fNRUA/s1600-h/IMG_0887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213304256534459970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SFlgmZzEtkI/AAAAAAAAAIU/6pRub6fNRUA/s320/IMG_0887.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This crown stayed on for exactly two pictures lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SFlgmjjBPlI/AAAAAAAAAIc/srr4Qry6s5c/s1600-h/IMG_0918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213304259151478354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SFlgmjjBPlI/AAAAAAAAAIc/srr4Qry6s5c/s320/IMG_0918.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The plastic knife that was quickly traded for a folk lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SFrwDLpxs_I/AAAAAAAAAI0/ya4mSY7Fhuk/s1600-h/IMG_0953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213743456093058034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SFrwDLpxs_I/AAAAAAAAAI0/ya4mSY7Fhuk/s320/IMG_0953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to add this because this is his favorite thing to do these days. I think he's trying to give me grey hairs before my time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SFrtWpXlFaI/AAAAAAAAAIk/eRLwynfH73c/s1600-h/IMG_0998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213740491952428450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SFrtWpXlFaI/AAAAAAAAAIk/eRLwynfH73c/s320/IMG_0998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see what this year brings! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1915526016264211662-2424520710776866443?l=andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2424520710776866443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915526016264211662&amp;postID=2424520710776866443' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/2424520710776866443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/2424520710776866443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/william-braxton-is-offically-one.html' title='William Braxton is Offically One!!!'/><author><name>And now we're a family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02317292113361801675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/R82S486AqVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r4tDrEzqWG0/S220/0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SFlgdn5Ef6I/AAAAAAAAAH8/R6HVY4yhN4Y/s72-c/IMG_0875.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915526016264211662.post-1389214917903765290</id><published>2008-06-10T08:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T10:21:31.935-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's coming....</title><content type='html'>I cannot believe that Braxton's very first birthday party is going to be this Saturday! Even though a lot of people close to us can't make it, we are still hoping for the perfect birthday celebration! We went from 33 people to 27 people! This would normally upset me but I know that Braxton won't know the difference at this age. I'm soo glad that we started planning so long ago. I can just relax this week and wait for the day to come. Luckily we are having it at a local park and I don't have to run around like a chicken with it's head cut off to clean my house! Here are a few pictures of his invitation and his theme. As for presents, we bought him a couple big things and a couple of smaller things. Brian and I decided that we should spoil him this year since he won't remember. This way he won't expect it every year! Plus we had saved for a swing set that we decided against. We just used the money to get him several different things. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Invitations (so cute thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.3littleflowers.com/"&gt;Anelys&lt;/a&gt;!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SE6MxXZT9eI/AAAAAAAAAHs/FznRkxUnsxQ/s1600-h/Braxton_Blue_with_silver_star_TOPRINT_-_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210256598635902434" style="WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" height="232" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SE6MxXZT9eI/AAAAAAAAAHs/FznRkxUnsxQ/s320/Braxton_Blue_with_silver_star_TOPRINT_-_2.jpg" width="343" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SE6MxjXewdI/AAAAAAAAAH0/9oVJzHbzVSc/s1600-h/103364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210256601849446866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SE6MxjXewdI/AAAAAAAAAH0/9oVJzHbzVSc/s320/103364.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only 4 more days to go! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1915526016264211662-1389214917903765290?l=andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1389214917903765290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915526016264211662&amp;postID=1389214917903765290' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/1389214917903765290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/1389214917903765290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-coming.html' title='It&apos;s coming....'/><author><name>And now we're a family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02317292113361801675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/R82S486AqVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r4tDrEzqWG0/S220/0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SE6MxXZT9eI/AAAAAAAAAHs/FznRkxUnsxQ/s72-c/Braxton_Blue_with_silver_star_TOPRINT_-_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915526016264211662.post-8160106498156748350</id><published>2008-06-04T15:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T15:56:11.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Style</title><content type='html'>I didn't realize it had been so long since I wrote a blog entry. Things have been pretty busy around here. We've been birthday shopping, going to birthday parties, and running errands. I'm very excited about Braxton's birthday gifts and want to tell everyone what we've gotten for him so far. It's driving me crazy having to keep a secret! Well, here are a few things that I can talk about :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I finally broke down and took Braxton to get a haircut. It was starting to get aggervating for all of us. Now that it's done I regret it a bit. He looks much more like a little boy than a baby. I have to say I miss the crazy hair.&lt;br /&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SEbw4ou0ElI/AAAAAAAAAHM/IqKOPeyj7IM/s1600-h/IMG_0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208114874897666642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SEbw4ou0ElI/AAAAAAAAAHM/IqKOPeyj7IM/s320/IMG_0142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SEbw5Iu0EmI/AAAAAAAAAHU/HibJiDT9NIg/s1600-h/IMG_0151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208114883487601250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SEbw5Iu0EmI/AAAAAAAAAHU/HibJiDT9NIg/s320/IMG_0151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SEbw5Yu0EnI/AAAAAAAAAHc/WV91-MJDT9o/s1600-h/IMG_0171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208114887782568562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SEbw5Yu0EnI/AAAAAAAAAHc/WV91-MJDT9o/s320/IMG_0171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SEbw5ou0EoI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6Z_tZBtgzWw/s1600-h/IMG_0182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208114892077535874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SEbw5ou0EoI/AAAAAAAAAHk/6Z_tZBtgzWw/s320/IMG_0182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend we had a yardsale but didn't have a great turn out.  We couldn't figure out why until one of the customers told us that we had no signs up.  Apparently they had fallen down with the storm we had had the night before.  We still made some extra spending money though.  I think we may try again this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braxton was sick for a few days last week.  He was running a fever (at it's highest was 103.2), runny nose, and he was just laying around on us.  Turned out that he had another ear infection.  After 3 days of the antibiotic he was back to normal again (thank goodness).  That was the worst one he's had thus far.  Normally we don't even know he has one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it's been so long and I've been so busy, I can't seem to wrap my mind around anything to blog about today.  I may come back tomorrow and post pictures of Braxton's first time in his "pool".  It's so tiny that I don't think it can be considered a pool lol.  Atleast it was easy to blow up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1915526016264211662-8160106498156748350?l=andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8160106498156748350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915526016264211662&amp;postID=8160106498156748350' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/8160106498156748350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/8160106498156748350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-style.html' title='A New Style'/><author><name>And now we're a family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02317292113361801675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/R82S486AqVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r4tDrEzqWG0/S220/0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SEbw4ou0ElI/AAAAAAAAAHM/IqKOPeyj7IM/s72-c/IMG_0142.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915526016264211662.post-2032182133387504272</id><published>2008-05-20T22:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T08:30:45.529-04:00</updated><title type='text'>11 Months Old!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My baby is getting closer and closer to his first birthday! He turned 11 months old yesterday. Although it is a little bittersweet, I do absolutely love the personality that has shown itself lately. Playtime has become so fun for both of us. He interacts with us so much more and really gets down and plays. It is also sooo much more relaxing to only hear crying when the little guy gets tired! Here is a little update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ He is completely in love with his ball! He kicks it while he's walking, throws it at us, and we roll it back and forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ Papa and ball have been added to his vocabulary. This was added to the list of mama, dadda and bye bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ Loves to attempt spoon feeding himself. If I put food on the spoon he grabs it and puts it into his mouth. Every now and then I give him baby food so that he can practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ Still loves dancing...of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ Lately he is really testing his boundaries. Every time he touches something he's not suppose to (like pulling the socket covers out) he looks at us and grins. He doesn't throw tantrums when we take them away anymore, I guess we're taking baby steps on this discipline thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~ His latest accomplishment is getting up on his own. He has been walking for a while but he finally realized on the 12th of this month that he doesn't have to pull up on things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait to see what next month brings! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SDOOQEz0SnI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ZxSG4t71W5A/s1600-h/IMG_0669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202658401363184242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SDOOQEz0SnI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ZxSG4t71W5A/s320/IMG_0669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SDOOREz0SoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Cr90YEbFFFE/s1600-h/IMG_0672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202658418543053442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SDOOREz0SoI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Cr90YEbFFFE/s320/IMG_0672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SDOORUz0SpI/AAAAAAAAAG0/7nObibmWGis/s1600-h/IMG_0671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202658422838020754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SDOORUz0SpI/AAAAAAAAAG0/7nObibmWGis/s320/IMG_0671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SDOORkz0SqI/AAAAAAAAAG8/g-juOujLOu8/s1600-h/IMG_0679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202658427132988066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SDOORkz0SqI/AAAAAAAAAG8/g-juOujLOu8/s320/IMG_0679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SDOOR0z0SrI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Be5fe4S7Vnc/s1600-h/IMG_0688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202658431427955378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SDOOR0z0SrI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Be5fe4S7Vnc/s320/IMG_0688.JPG" 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/1915526016264211662-2032182133387504272?l=andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2032182133387504272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915526016264211662&amp;postID=2032182133387504272' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/2032182133387504272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/2032182133387504272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/2008/05/11-months-old.html' title='11 Months Old!!!'/><author><name>And now we're a family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02317292113361801675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/R82S486AqVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r4tDrEzqWG0/S220/0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SDOOQEz0SnI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ZxSG4t71W5A/s72-c/IMG_0669.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915526016264211662.post-2200861760915782351</id><published>2008-05-15T15:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T16:13:03.374-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the last week I haven't been feeling very well. I had a pretty bad cold that kept me down. After a few days of being sick I realized that I had a large bump where my c-section had been done. Infection started to spread pretty quickly so I went to the hospital and they pegged it as being MRSA. Today I found out my test results and thankfully they were wrong. It was just an ordinary boil (gross I know). I am still to finish out my antibiotics (which have helped this nasty cold some also). Very good news but I'm a little angry at the doctor for telling me without proof that I had MRSA. I even sent my little man to my mom's so that he couldn't catch it. In the end I guess all is well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course pictures of Braxibutt are required :). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SCyYyUz0SiI/AAAAAAAAAF8/pVt2nAvtfeE/s1600-h/IMG_0599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200699660053006882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SCyYyUz0SiI/AAAAAAAAAF8/pVt2nAvtfeE/s320/IMG_0599.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SCyYy0z0SjI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jQRStfDBZzw/s1600-h/IMG_0612.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200699668642941490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SCyYy0z0SjI/AAAAAAAAAGE/jQRStfDBZzw/s320/IMG_0612.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SCyYzkz0SkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/8yzx7GvJdO8/s1600-h/IMG_0622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200699681527843394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SCyYzkz0SkI/AAAAAAAAAGM/8yzx7GvJdO8/s320/IMG_0622.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SCyY0Ez0SlI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Y5nJnxYavTk/s1600-h/IMG_0623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200699690117778002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SCyY0Ez0SlI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Y5nJnxYavTk/s320/IMG_0623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SCyY0Uz0SmI/AAAAAAAAAGc/FWPyBRperK0/s1600-h/blackandwhite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200699694412745314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SCyY0Uz0SmI/AAAAAAAAAGc/FWPyBRperK0/s320/blackandwhite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1915526016264211662-2200861760915782351?l=andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2200861760915782351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915526016264211662&amp;postID=2200861760915782351' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/2200861760915782351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/2200861760915782351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/2008/05/feeling-better.html' title='Feeling Better'/><author><name>And now we're a family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02317292113361801675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/R82S486AqVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r4tDrEzqWG0/S220/0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SCyYyUz0SiI/AAAAAAAAAF8/pVt2nAvtfeE/s72-c/IMG_0599.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915526016264211662.post-8225994236698415785</id><published>2008-05-12T13:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T14:51:27.319-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My first Mother's Day was very special to me. Last year I was a mom-to-be only dreaming of what motherhood would bring. I've never been more proud of myself or my own mother. There are no words to describe how joyful being a mother is. Endless amounts of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;challenges&lt;/span&gt; are thrown your way and your left making impossible decisions about things you would have never thought twice about before. I only wish that I had known what my mother had gone through sooner. Now that I know the sacrifices one gives to tend to their children I would like to thank her a million times over. There is no gift in the world or no words good enough to give her the proper thanks. When my son becomes old enough to have children with his future wife, I hope that he understands what a precious gift he was to me. I hope that he can see all of the time I spent loving him and doing the best that I could by him. Now I have many more Mother's Days to look &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;forward&lt;/span&gt; to. I can't wait to get the cards made with crayons and pure love. I can't wait to see all of the other precious gifts, trails and joyous moments my mother went through with all four of her children. Thank you mom for everything you've done and continue to do for us! I love you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1915526016264211662-8225994236698415785?l=andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8225994236698415785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915526016264211662&amp;postID=8225994236698415785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/8225994236698415785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/8225994236698415785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>And now we're a family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02317292113361801675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/R82S486AqVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r4tDrEzqWG0/S220/0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915526016264211662.post-6040690452215998890</id><published>2008-05-07T09:28:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T10:20:47.462-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Will I remember?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;Sitting with my husband last night after Braxton had gone to bed, I realized something. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't remember what it was like to hold my son as a newborn. The more pressure I put on myself to remember the more it became clear that I couldn't even picture his face in the hospital. The worst feeling came over me. It's a pain and a guilt that I couldn't just let pass. Shouldn't a mother be able to picture her offspring at any stage, regardless of how much time as passed. It's not like it's been years since he was born. If my memory cannot fully go back 10 1/2 months what will I remember a year from now? Will I be able to tell my son years down the road "I can still picture your sweet baby face" without it being a lie? Yes, I can envision snippets of his face but can't pinpoint exactly when his features changed or which month he had that chunky face and short spiky hair. This morning I had to wake up and go through every picture I have of him. I want to keep my memory fresh. When I tell my son stories of how he had abnormally large feet at birth or of how he was such a hyper little guy that he had his first real boo boo at 9 months, I want to see his face. I want to see that moment flash before my eyes. Time has gone by so quickly that I can't keep up. There have been 10 million gazillion precious moments in 10 months and I feel like I won't be able to store them all. Apparently I should've started blogging a long time ago!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In the hospital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SCGznaq5bbI/AAAAAAAAAE8/LtKNp0JTCPQ/s1600-h/in+the+room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197632934717779378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SCGznaq5bbI/AAAAAAAAAE8/LtKNp0JTCPQ/s320/in+the+room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One week old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SCG1Aaq5beI/AAAAAAAAAFU/eomUrLt9gZw/s1600-h/nice+n+cozy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197634463726136802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SCG1Aaq5beI/AAAAAAAAAFU/eomUrLt9gZw/s320/nice+n+cozy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3 months (before the major chunk set in)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SCG2kKq5bfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/cfu1vdFZGXI/s1600-h/100_1472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197636177418087922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SCG2kKq5bfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/cfu1vdFZGXI/s320/100_1472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4 months (daddy's idea lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SCG5c6q5biI/AAAAAAAAAF0/XfGzDKrkOLE/s1600-h/100_1851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197639351398919714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SCG5c6q5biI/AAAAAAAAAF0/XfGzDKrkOLE/s320/100_1851.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6 months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SCG3gaq5bgI/AAAAAAAAAFk/BQI3WiwJna8/s1600-h/100_2182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197637212505206274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SCG3gaq5bgI/AAAAAAAAAFk/BQI3WiwJna8/s320/100_2182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;9 months (thinning out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SCG3gqq5bhI/AAAAAAAAAFs/gjxR5ckVE-I/s1600-h/100_2517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197637216800173586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SCG3gqq5bhI/AAAAAAAAAFs/gjxR5ckVE-I/s320/100_2517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SCGzoKq5bcI/AAAAAAAAAFE/qJQ75eBc-r0/s1600-h/IMG_0531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197632947602681282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SCGzoKq5bcI/AAAAAAAAAFE/qJQ75eBc-r0/s320/IMG_0531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I had to add this one because this is his new favorite toy! He loves to walk and kick it also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SCGzoqq5bdI/AAAAAAAAAFM/yRekcYWWWeE/s1600-h/IMG_0538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197632956192615890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SCGzoqq5bdI/AAAAAAAAAFM/yRekcYWWWeE/s320/IMG_0538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1915526016264211662-6040690452215998890?l=andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6040690452215998890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915526016264211662&amp;postID=6040690452215998890' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/6040690452215998890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/6040690452215998890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/2008/05/will-i-remember.html' title='Will I remember?'/><author><name>And now we're a family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02317292113361801675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/R82S486AqVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r4tDrEzqWG0/S220/0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SCGznaq5bbI/AAAAAAAAAE8/LtKNp0JTCPQ/s72-c/in+the+room.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915526016264211662.post-5436920926472413210</id><published>2008-05-02T10:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T11:27:45.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I guess it's pretty obvious that I've changed my blog template. Since I had to redo everything on my sidebar it took longer than I had expected. It will be a long time before I do that again, even though I'm not completely happy with the template now. I also can't come up with a text color I like so everyone has officially been warned that my posts will look like a rainbow for a while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;On to more interesting things. My friend and I have been going to the gym together for the past week or so. Yesterday SHE had the bright idea to try a spinning class...HA! Let's just say we only made it maybe ten minutes into the class. The freaking warm up was cycling for five minutes at 100 mph. That was a whole workout for me! When the lady had us stand and cycle it was all over! I'll stick to the gym from now on. While at the gym Braxton stays in the daycare they have set up. So far it hasn't been great because he screams the majority of the time. Each time I think he gets a little better though. I just can't seem to time it to where he's had a nap or it isn't his actual bedtime. This is good practice for him though if I have to go back to work anytime soon (my husband is insisting at a year I have to go back!!!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was trying to post a video but I don't have enough time. I started it over 30 mintues ago and it was still uploading when I came back...?? Right now I have to deal with these 4 year olds that somehow took "Be quiet the baby is sleeping" as "Please sing the Wonder Pets song at the top of your lungs"! Ah, kids!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1915526016264211662-5436920926472413210?l=andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5436920926472413210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915526016264211662&amp;postID=5436920926472413210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/5436920926472413210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/5436920926472413210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-guess-its-pretty-obvious-that-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>And now we're a family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02317292113361801675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/R82S486AqVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r4tDrEzqWG0/S220/0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915526016264211662.post-5408964882837357574</id><published>2008-04-29T09:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T11:42:56.215-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it Friday Yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;This week seems to be dragging along (it's only Tuesday :-0 !!!). It's done nothing but rain and storm. We had three &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tornadoes&lt;/span&gt; in Virginia yesterday, one only about 20 minutes from here. I hate weather like this and can't wait for the sun to shine again! Saturday we enjoyed the last day of sunshine by taking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Braxton&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Maymont&lt;/span&gt; Park for the very first time. How can you beat a free park with animals, gardens, and an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;aquarium&lt;/span&gt;. It was a very long walk but it felt good to get out. Of course &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Braxton&lt;/span&gt; had a blast. He wasn't too fond of the pig that got a little close to him or the chickens. A little goat licked his hand though, and he was so excited. You would think that the chickens would seem less threatening than a goat but I could be wrong. It was his own special day because he got anything he wanted. He got his first taste of ice cream and pudding. He also got to have his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;paci&lt;/span&gt; all day which was a mistake. Now he wants it all of the time (back to square one on the weaning). After going to the park we went out to eat and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Braxton&lt;/span&gt; got to ride on one of those rides that they place outside of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Marts and such. He was laughing and having a good '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt; time. Of course it wouldn't be one of my blog posts without some pictures! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SBcq59pJvYI/AAAAAAAAADk/NmjfMIQX4cc/s1600-h/IMG_0485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194667870483234178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SBcq59pJvYI/AAAAAAAAADk/NmjfMIQX4cc/s320/IMG_0485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SBcq69pJvZI/AAAAAAAAADs/LOyQE1Ij9bQ/s1600-h/IMG_0491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194667887663103378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SBcq69pJvZI/AAAAAAAAADs/LOyQE1Ij9bQ/s320/IMG_0491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SBcq7NpJvaI/AAAAAAAAAD0/uy0n8YfOj3A/s1600-h/IMG_0501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194667891958070690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SBcq7NpJvaI/AAAAAAAAAD0/uy0n8YfOj3A/s320/IMG_0501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SBcq7tpJvbI/AAAAAAAAAD8/-xdX_-6XUT4/s1600-h/IMG_0506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194667900548005298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SBcq7tpJvbI/AAAAAAAAAD8/-xdX_-6XUT4/s320/IMG_0506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SBcq49pJvXI/AAAAAAAAADc/aNVimatNs90/s1600-h/IMG_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194667853303364978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SBcq49pJvXI/AAAAAAAAADc/aNVimatNs90/s320/IMG_0042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;On a completely different subject, my husband and I are really excited with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Braxton's&lt;/span&gt; birthday coming up so soon. What really sparked the excitement and made it seem so real was seeing the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;invitations&lt;/span&gt; complete. A very sweet and very talented woman, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Anelys&lt;/span&gt;, designed them for us. She does &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;excellent&lt;/span&gt; work and it was better than I had imagined! Thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Anelys (&lt;a href="http://www.3littleflowers.com/"&gt;http://www.3littleflowers.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;! I really want to post a picture of the finished product once I get it but I don't want to ruin the suprise for people who might be getting one in the mail. I can't believe how quickly this birthday is sneaking up on us. Better go back to finishing the plans!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1915526016264211662-5408964882837357574?l=andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5408964882837357574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915526016264211662&amp;postID=5408964882837357574' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/5408964882837357574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/5408964882837357574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/2008/04/is-it-friday-yet.html' title='Is it Friday Yet?'/><author><name>And now we're a family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02317292113361801675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/R82S486AqVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r4tDrEzqWG0/S220/0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SBcq59pJvYI/AAAAAAAAADk/NmjfMIQX4cc/s72-c/IMG_0485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915526016264211662.post-9290803898473195</id><published>2008-04-24T11:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T12:21:11.281-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We have a new gardener....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;....well kind of. Here is Braxton riding the lawn mower with his Papa Steve.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SBCqBNpJvSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/OmOb_BdQ04A/s1600-h/IMG_0462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192837308177038626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SBCqBNpJvSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/OmOb_BdQ04A/s320/IMG_0462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SBCqB9pJvTI/AAAAAAAAAC8/vymIVbEz-8E/s1600-h/IMG_0463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192837321061940530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SBCqB9pJvTI/AAAAAAAAAC8/vymIVbEz-8E/s320/IMG_0463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SBCqB9pJvTI/AAAAAAAAAC8/vymIVbEz-8E/s1600-h/IMG_0463.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SBCqCtpJvUI/AAAAAAAAADE/ISJDTs9c_3k/s1600-h/IMG_0466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192837333946842434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SBCqCtpJvUI/AAAAAAAAADE/ISJDTs9c_3k/s320/IMG_0466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;And a couple random pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SBCrfNpJvVI/AAAAAAAAADM/ijlNaWS7XfE/s1600-h/10months.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192838923084741970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SBCrfNpJvVI/AAAAAAAAADM/ijlNaWS7XfE/s320/10months.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SBCqCtpJvUI/AAAAAAAAADE/ISJDTs9c_3k/s1600-h/IMG_0466.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SBCrgtpJvWI/AAAAAAAAADU/vPwao2Ic6z4/s1600-h/IMG_0449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192838948854545762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SBCrgtpJvWI/AAAAAAAAADU/vPwao2Ic6z4/s320/IMG_0449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Since I didn't post much about Braxton turning ten months, I wanted to tell a little bit about his favorites these days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Loves&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;~ Walking everywhere (unless he has to crawl to find a place to pull himself up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;               ~ Waffles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;               ~ Dancing (still a favorite)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;               ~ Singing patty cake. He can't clap well so he just flings his hands up and down and will pat them together for "roll it, pat it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;               ~ Hiding from us. He gets very excited when we find him....he usually gets so excited that he comes from around the corner or door frame and squeals before we can even get there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;               ~ Playing with books&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;               ~ Being outside (he screams when we come in)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;               ~ Watching cars go by. He will literally freeze and watch each and every one until it is out of sight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hates&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;~ Being confined (no excersaucer or being held too long)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;               ~ Me trying to get him to use the sippy cup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1915526016264211662-9290803898473195?l=andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/9290803898473195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915526016264211662&amp;postID=9290803898473195' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/9290803898473195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/9290803898473195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/2008/04/we-have-new-gardener.html' title='We have a new gardener....'/><author><name>And now we're a family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02317292113361801675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/R82S486AqVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r4tDrEzqWG0/S220/0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SBCqBNpJvSI/AAAAAAAAAC0/OmOb_BdQ04A/s72-c/IMG_0462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915526016264211662.post-8300099874615080902</id><published>2008-04-23T13:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T14:05:06.741-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A busy week for us</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Saturday afternoon we heading off to the chili cook-off in Richmond.  It was fun and we got to taste a wide variety of different chilis.  Some with very odd names like "swamp gas chili".  We also got to hear and see a few &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;bands.  We didn't sit down and watch the music much because we were too busy walking around and enjoying ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; It ended up getting REALLY hot and we were getting sunburn, so we left a little early.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;A great name for a restaurant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SA9yrNpJvMI/AAAAAAAAACE/jQyXiuw1bBY/s1600-h/IMG_0461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192494982103678146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SA9yrNpJvMI/AAAAAAAAACE/jQyXiuw1bBY/s320/IMG_0461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I look rough...but here's us :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SA9yttpJvNI/AAAAAAAAACM/mBiU7munxFc/s1600-h/IMG_0403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192495025053351122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SA9yttpJvNI/AAAAAAAAACM/mBiU7munxFc/s320/IMG_0403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Safetysuit (hope I got that right!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SA9yt9pJvOI/AAAAAAAAACU/cWb0ucupwo0/s1600-h/IMG_0412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192495029348318434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SA9yt9pJvOI/AAAAAAAAACU/cWb0ucupwo0/s320/IMG_0412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Part of Puddle Of Mudd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SA9yudpJvPI/AAAAAAAAACc/CKu3GIg1LVQ/s1600-h/IMG_0473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192495037938253042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SA9yudpJvPI/AAAAAAAAACc/CKu3GIg1LVQ/s320/IMG_0473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The rest of the week has been pretty relaxed.  Braxton had his first "spaghetti" yesterday.  I actually cheated and got the Beechnut Table Time meal.  He loved it anyway.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh and I forgot to post that he is now 10 months old (since Friday!).  Oh, how the time flies!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Looking a little shocked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SA90gNpJvRI/AAAAAAAAACs/WODoEfU2vg0/s1600-h/IMG_0440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192496992148372754" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SA90gNpJvRI/AAAAAAAAACs/WODoEfU2vg0/s320/IMG_0440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SA90ftpJvQI/AAAAAAAAACk/P4OGeuI5bBY/s1600-h/IMG_0442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192496983558438146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SA90ftpJvQI/AAAAAAAAACk/P4OGeuI5bBY/s320/IMG_0442.JPG" 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/1915526016264211662-8300099874615080902?l=andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8300099874615080902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915526016264211662&amp;postID=8300099874615080902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/8300099874615080902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/8300099874615080902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/2008/04/busy-week-for-us.html' title='A busy week for us'/><author><name>And now we're a family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02317292113361801675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/R82S486AqVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r4tDrEzqWG0/S220/0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SA9yrNpJvMI/AAAAAAAAACE/jQyXiuw1bBY/s72-c/IMG_0461.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915526016264211662.post-697258452873072832</id><published>2008-04-22T15:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T15:23:17.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Birthday Blog Bash</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Check out this blog to help celebrate the first birthday of Connor. There will be prizes given away, so join the fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sevendogsandababy.com/2008/04/updated-list-of-prizes-for-birthday.html"&gt;http://www.sevendogsandababy.com/2008/04/updated-list-of-prizes-for-birthday.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1915526016264211662-697258452873072832?l=andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/697258452873072832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915526016264211662&amp;postID=697258452873072832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/697258452873072832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/697258452873072832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/2008/04/birthday-blog-bash.html' title='A Birthday Blog Bash'/><author><name>And now we're a family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02317292113361801675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/R82S486AqVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r4tDrEzqWG0/S220/0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915526016264211662.post-6271008091994685898</id><published>2008-04-17T09:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T13:26:27.015-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Braxitbutt's 9 month check up....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;was Monday. They always do his check ups when he's over halfway through the month. So he just had his 9 month appointment and he's almost 10 months...it's annoying. He did end up having two shots but it went pretty well. At his 12 month appointment he will be getting a lot, so I've heard. I did talk to the doctor and we are delaying the chicken pox vaccination so that it won't be given with the MMR. Anyway, here are his stats for this month.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Weight: 22.13 pounds 70%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Height: 28 3/4 inches 59%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Head circ. : 18 inches 57%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't believe how much he has slowed down on the weight gain. I guess walking and crawling around will do that to ya.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;We went fishing this weekend while my mom watched Braxton for us. Sadly we didn't catch anything BUT... a fish did break Brian's line (if that counts for anything). Here are a couple of pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SAdl1xJZXlI/AAAAAAAAABg/RFq7QST9V0Y/s1600-h/IMG_0211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190229069968006738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SAdl1xJZXlI/AAAAAAAAABg/RFq7QST9V0Y/s320/IMG_0211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is what the city would like for you to think the James River looks like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SAdP7xJZXjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ictsE8LJRw8/s1600-h/IMG_0207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190204983791410738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SAdP7xJZXjI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ictsE8LJRw8/s320/IMG_0207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;This is the sad truth... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SAdQQBJZXkI/AAAAAAAAABY/dFyxYLCjL3Y/s1600-h/IMG_0220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190205331683761730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SAdQQBJZXkI/AAAAAAAAABY/dFyxYLCjL3Y/s320/IMG_0220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few random pictures from this week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;This is where Braxton and the walker had to be placed after a little incident. Ya see, our sidewalk has the slightest hill (barely noticable). Seems that if you put a walker on the sidewalk that itty bitty hill makes it fly like it's never flown before. After running after it and looking like an idiot I caught him....right before he got to the gate. Lesson learned!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SAdqnBJZXnI/AAAAAAAAABw/E5_L_2mSaco/s1600-h/IMG_0362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190234314123075186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SAdqnBJZXnI/AAAAAAAAABw/E5_L_2mSaco/s320/IMG_0362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I jinxed myself yesterday. On more than one occasion I said that Braxton wouldn't touch the grass or go off of his blanket (without getting right back on). Well, today he got brave. This picture was only the beginning. He ended up crawling almost all the way to our fence lol. As much as I complained I think I liked it better when he wouldn't move!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SAdqmhJZXmI/AAAAAAAAABo/KmowYBndv64/s1600-h/IMG_0353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190234305533140578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SAdqmhJZXmI/AAAAAAAAABo/KmowYBndv64/s320/IMG_0353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;His first "grass stain" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SAdxMxJZXoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/nAtzBf1tMS0/s1600-h/IMG_0352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190241559732903554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SAdxMxJZXoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/nAtzBf1tMS0/s320/IMG_0352.JPG" 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/1915526016264211662-6271008091994685898?l=andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6271008091994685898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915526016264211662&amp;postID=6271008091994685898' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/6271008091994685898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/6271008091994685898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/2008/04/braxitbutts-9-month-check-up.html' title='Braxitbutt&apos;s 9 month check up....'/><author><name>And now we're a family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02317292113361801675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/R82S486AqVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r4tDrEzqWG0/S220/0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/SAdl1xJZXlI/AAAAAAAAABg/RFq7QST9V0Y/s72-c/IMG_0211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915526016264211662.post-7282773456242738202</id><published>2008-04-09T22:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T23:35:51.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The rain has ended!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;It feels like it has been raining here for the longest time. The only day that it hasn't rained in atleast a week and a half was the day we got our roof done. Today was beautiful and Braxton and I enjoyed a day full of quality time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Trip to the backyard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;He loves our "swing" and tries to rock and move it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/R_2EBOdtsHI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KQYSvspkhx8/s1600-h/IMG_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187447502398140530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/R_2EBOdtsHI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KQYSvspkhx8/s320/IMG_0035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;He was not liking the way the grass felt on his knees and was making his way back onto the blanket lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/R_2FVOdtsII/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q7QoD69fxeE/s1600-h/IMG_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187448945507152002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/R_2FVOdtsII/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q7QoD69fxeE/s320/IMG_0052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Baby food Adventure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Even though Braxton eats mostly finger foods I wanted to try something different. I found this recipe on &lt;a href="http://www.wholesomebabyfood.com/"&gt;http://www.wholesomebabyfood.com/&lt;/a&gt; and thought I'd give it a shot. It turned out really well but I had to change a few small things. For one Braxton doesn't eat cheese and secondly I only had rice on hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/R_2FvedtsJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/p9HkMbZPOmg/s1600-h/IMG_0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187449396478718098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/R_2FvedtsJI/AAAAAAAAAA4/p9HkMbZPOmg/s320/IMG_0092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/R_2GGOdtsKI/AAAAAAAAABA/k-F-aThxmEc/s1600-h/IMG_0096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187449787320742050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/R_2GGOdtsKI/AAAAAAAAABA/k-F-aThxmEc/s320/IMG_0096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Boil or steam or zucchini and yellow squash until tender 2. Prepare pasta such as Pastina or Ditalini according to package directions3. Add squash to the cooked pasta and drizzle with a bit of olive oil, sprinkle with grated &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wholesomebabyfood.com/feedingcheesetobaby.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cheese&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; and/or basil and garlic powder**Toss in some finely diced roasted red peppers for extra co lour and flavor temptation!**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cuddling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Braxton has really started showing his affectionate/sweet side. I absolutely love it because for the longest time he hasn't wanted to be held. He let me lay in the bed with him and we talked and he rubbed my face with some random kisses every now and then. It completely washed away all stresses and made me feel even closer to him (I didn't think that was even possible!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Then we were pooped!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/R_2GeudtsLI/AAAAAAAAABI/qoM6k9St7aY/s1600-h/IMG_0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187450208227537074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/R_2GeudtsLI/AAAAAAAAABI/qoM6k9St7aY/s320/IMG_0089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1915526016264211662-7282773456242738202?l=andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7282773456242738202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915526016264211662&amp;postID=7282773456242738202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/7282773456242738202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/7282773456242738202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/2008/04/rain-has-ended.html' title='The rain has ended!!!'/><author><name>And now we're a family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02317292113361801675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/R82S486AqVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r4tDrEzqWG0/S220/0004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/R_2EBOdtsHI/AAAAAAAAAAo/KQYSvspkhx8/s72-c/IMG_0035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915526016264211662.post-4759008634634996042</id><published>2008-04-04T13:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T14:08:32.641-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;When coming to look at our house prior to moving in it was quite clear that it needed some work. Now this is just a smaller "cute" house...nothing fancy. My husband did some renovating on the interior as well as the exterior. It might not be big but I LOVE living here. The yard is big and fenced in, the neighbors are nice, and we don't need more than three bedrooms at the moment. It's nice and cozy for us right now. Definitely better than the one bedroom apartment we lived in before! Here are pictures of our home before moving in and then post roof and other work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s200.photobucket.com/albums/aa20/MomtoBraxton/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_1270.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa20/MomtoBraxton/100_1270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s200.photobucket.com/albums/aa20/MomtoBraxton/?action=view&amp;amp;current=101_2766.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa20/MomtoBraxton/101_2766.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s200.photobucket.com/albums/aa20/MomtoBraxton/?action=view&amp;amp;current=101_2767.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa20/MomtoBraxton/101_2767.jpg" 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/1915526016264211662-4759008634634996042?l=andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4759008634634996042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915526016264211662&amp;postID=4759008634634996042' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/4759008634634996042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/4759008634634996042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/2008/04/our-home.html' title='Our Home'/><author><name>And now we're a family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02317292113361801675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/R82S486AqVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r4tDrEzqWG0/S220/0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915526016264211662.post-6906448460452038128</id><published>2008-04-02T13:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T16:43:01.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shhh......PLEASE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Okay, I know it's not entirely their fault but does it really require SO much noise to tear a roof off??? I mean it sounds like someone is going to come flying into my living room via a hole in the ceiling at any second. Oh and don't get me started with the baby trying to take his naps! His first nap was perfection, suprisingly, but after that it has been a fight. I love the idea of having a new beautiful roof but HATE the process. I wish I could've made plans to go somewhere else today.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;The one thing that I am thankful for is that it has stopped raining. I HATE rainy days. It makes me feel lazy and I get nothing done. I've been cleaning like crazy today just to keep my mind off of the banging (which I think is starting to produce a headache!!). Anyway, that is m&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; day today&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hopefully I will have pictures of the before and after of the roof up soon!&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/1915526016264211662-6906448460452038128?l=andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6906448460452038128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915526016264211662&amp;postID=6906448460452038128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/6906448460452038128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/6906448460452038128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/2008/04/shhhplease.html' title='Shhh......PLEASE!!!'/><author><name>And now we're a family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02317292113361801675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/R82S486AqVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r4tDrEzqWG0/S220/0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915526016264211662.post-5267133293355047524</id><published>2008-03-31T09:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T12:46:46.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorites</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;FINALLY my internet is working!!! It was only down for a few days but it seemed like forever. Braxton has been keeping us more than occupied though. I just thought I'd compile a little list of his favorites these days. Here it goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;~ Playing with any drink bottle that is left sitting around (this is an old favorite that I don't think will die anytime soon!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;~ Opening and closing every door that he can get his hands on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;~ Standing on and looking out of the screen door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;~ Anything with wheels (He even makes these cute car noises when he pushes them)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;~ Sweatshirt strings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;~ The Puff craze continues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;~ Cheerios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;~ Walking back and forth to mommy and daddy (He gets way overly excited and falls)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;~ His ride-on truck that he loves to push around the house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;~ Playing peek a boo with random objects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;~ Being outside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;My list is going to have to end there because the little man that I speak so highly of is throwing a fit. He hasn't been fighting sleep as much but I think this is going to be one of those days!!! I'll be back with pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s200.photobucket.com/albums/aa20/MomtoBraxton/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_0352.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa20/MomtoBraxton/IMG_0352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s200.photobucket.com/albums/aa20/MomtoBraxton/?action=view&amp;amp;current=101_2614.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa20/MomtoBraxton/101_2614.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Taking a few steps away from daddy (who is obviously a painter lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s200.photobucket.com/albums/aa20/MomtoBraxton/?action=view&amp;amp;current=101_2609.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa20/MomtoBraxton/101_2609.jpg" 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/1915526016264211662-5267133293355047524?l=andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5267133293355047524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915526016264211662&amp;postID=5267133293355047524' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/5267133293355047524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/5267133293355047524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/2008/03/finally-my-internet-is-working-it-was.html' title='Favorites'/><author><name>And now we're a family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02317292113361801675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/R82S486AqVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r4tDrEzqWG0/S220/0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915526016264211662.post-5536755664679880885</id><published>2008-03-25T19:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T21:26:50.594-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Sunday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Braxton's first Easter was wonderful. The morning started off with Braxton finding and digging through what the "Easter Bunny" brought him. It was so cute to see him fish all of the stuff out on his own. Of all of the little things in there he was more amused by the jars of baby food?? The puff filled eggs went over pretty well also.... but that was no surprise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s200.photobucket.com/albums/aa20/MomtoBraxton/?action=view&amp;amp;current=101_2571.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa20/MomtoBraxton/101_2571.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s200.photobucket.com/albums/aa20/MomtoBraxton/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_2541.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa20/MomtoBraxton/100_2541.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s200.photobucket.com/albums/aa20/MomtoBraxton/?action=view&amp;amp;current=101_2579.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa20/MomtoBraxton/101_2579.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Church followed the basket adventure. Then we took a nice trip to my parent's house in Cumberland. We had the chance to spend the night there and to see my nephews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s200.photobucket.com/albums/aa20/MomtoBraxton/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_2543.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa20/MomtoBraxton/100_2543.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s200.photobucket.com/albums/aa20/MomtoBraxton/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_2556.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa20/MomtoBraxton/100_2556.jpg" 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/1915526016264211662-5536755664679880885?l=andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5536755664679880885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915526016264211662&amp;postID=5536755664679880885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/5536755664679880885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/5536755664679880885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-sunday.html' title='Easter Sunday!'/><author><name>And now we're a family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02317292113361801675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/R82S486AqVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r4tDrEzqWG0/S220/0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915526016264211662.post-387448162162534830</id><published>2008-03-20T16:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T15:26:28.112-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Braxton is now 9 months old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;I'm a couple of days late with this but on Tuesday Braxton turned 9 months old. He's getting so big so quickly. It's hard to believe that he'll be a year old in 3 more months!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Right now he's all about giving up the smooches. Nothing else new except his cruising is getting a lot better and he's getting more brave with letting go/switching from one thing to another.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Here are some pictures of his first day of being 9 months old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;JUST woke up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s200.photobucket.com/albums/aa20/MomtoBraxton/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_2489.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 313px; HEIGHT: 227px" height="758" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa20/MomtoBraxton/100_2489.jpg" width="675" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s200.photobucket.com/albums/aa20/MomtoBraxton/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_2500.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 314px; HEIGHT: 250px" height="689" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa20/MomtoBraxton/100_2500.jpg" width="591" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s200.photobucket.com/albums/aa20/MomtoBraxton/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_2496.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa20/MomtoBraxton/100_2496.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s200.photobucket.com/albums/aa20/MomtoBraxton/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_2492.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 324px; HEIGHT: 246px" height="661" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa20/MomtoBraxton/100_2492.jpg" width="617" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Giving his reflection smooches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s200.photobucket.com/albums/aa20/MomtoBraxton/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_2504.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 326px; HEIGHT: 283px" height="671" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa20/MomtoBraxton/100_2504.jpg" width="598" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Everything has been pretty good here, although a little hectic. We've had a new sink and toilet installed and a roof guy come to estimate the price of getting our roof replaced. The toilet was wobbly and the man came back three times to fix it. UGH, it should be pretty simple to figure out. It's still not perfect but I'm tired of complaining and will just ask someone else to look at it. Who knew it could be that tough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;**Note: Some of the pictures might look a little off because photobucket wouldn't cooperate. I had to resize most of them (all but one) on my own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1915526016264211662-387448162162534830?l=andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/387448162162534830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915526016264211662&amp;postID=387448162162534830' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/387448162162534830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/387448162162534830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/2008/03/braxton-is-now-9-months-old.html' title='Braxton is now 9 months old!'/><author><name>And now we're a family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02317292113361801675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/R82S486AqVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r4tDrEzqWG0/S220/0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915526016264211662.post-47161505650488631</id><published>2008-03-13T12:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T13:25:37.594-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A bunch of this and that....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Here is the shirt Braxton wore for mommy's birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s200.photobucket.com/albums/aa20/MomtoBraxton/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_2449.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa20/MomtoBraxton/100_2449.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cake (with the letters a little mesed up lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://s200.photobucket.com/albums/aa20/MomtoBraxton/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_2447.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa20/MomtoBraxton/100_2447.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of Braxton today eating his favorite...sweet potatoes. He doesn't want to be fed much anymore. I don't know if I'm happy or sad about that. It just seems to all be going very quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s200.photobucket.com/albums/aa20/MomtoBraxton/?action=view&amp;amp;current=100_2473.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa20/MomtoBraxton/100_2473.jpg" 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/1915526016264211662-47161505650488631?l=andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/47161505650488631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915526016264211662&amp;postID=47161505650488631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/47161505650488631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/47161505650488631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/2008/03/bunch-of-this-and-that.html' title='A bunch of this and that....'/><author><name>And now we're a family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02317292113361801675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/R82S486AqVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r4tDrEzqWG0/S220/0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915526016264211662.post-2970065718824634278</id><published>2008-03-10T21:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T13:26:50.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;This weekend was great, even though I missed my baby boy. Since my birthday is tomorrow we decided to celebrate all weekend. I hung out with my brother -in-law and his girlfriend on Friday. Saturday my inlaws took us out for supper and then my best friend let us stay the night at a hotel. We took advantage of the indoor pool. I hadn't gone swimming in a couple of years. It was really nice. Sunday we did some shopping and ate at my favorite mexican restaurant. All in all it was a good way to spend my break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braxton came home in a wonderful mood. That was a relieve because I wasn't sure how he would come back. He had a few bruises but I know it's hard to keep that from happening. He is very very mobile so it's pretty much gonna happen. He stands and cruises on anything he can find...stable or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have some birthday money to spend. Since I can't get enough of shopping I am looking foward to getting out tomorrow. I have to FORCE myself not to spend it on Braxton. Everyone who gave me money made it very clear that it should be spent on me. It's really hard because I don't think about stuff that I want very often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;*Edited to change the text size and color.*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1915526016264211662-2970065718824634278?l=andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2970065718824634278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915526016264211662&amp;postID=2970065718824634278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/2970065718824634278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/2970065718824634278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/2008/03/our-weekend.html' title='Our weekend'/><author><name>And now we're a family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02317292113361801675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/R82S486AqVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r4tDrEzqWG0/S220/0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915526016264211662.post-66522173364838200</id><published>2008-03-07T08:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T09:23:00.428-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Last night my dad picked Braxton up and they went on their way to the country.  It is so beautiful there and I know he's having a wonderful time.  He is probably playing with his little friend Steven as I type this.  Ah, how  I can't wait to see what a spoiled mess he's going to be when he comes home! It never fails.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Now I on the other hand am sitting here twiddling my thumbs.  What to do?  I've aquired a list over the past hour of some possiblities.  Nothing sounds amusing.  I could always get some spring cleaning done or go browse some stores.  The weather has put a damper on that though.  I hate driving in the rain and I can't be in a cleaning mood with grey clouds and no sun.  My day would typically be full of commotion and activity.  Other than my little baby boy I also watch two four year olds but even they aren't here today.  I could catch up on all of the TLC shows I've missed so much or better yet I could catch up on sleep.  I could go chat with the neighbors or take a nice long bath.  Maybe I could even paint my fingernails and toenails...that's long overdue!  I could always go through all of Braxton's clothes for the gazillionth time and sort through clothes that he has grown out of.  I imagine that the list could go on and on with endless possibilities.  In the end I know the sad truth.  The laptop will probably be glued to my fingertips and I'll be vegging out on the couch.  Ugh, a wasted day a lone.  It's only 9:00am and I already wish my husband were coming home from work.  I never thought a day alone could be so boring!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;This was my day yesterday....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;So we're going for a nice stroll around the neighborhood.  It's just Braxton, Jacob, Lillian and me.  We come to the road that we've turned down many times before and there he sits.  It's a huge bull mastiff....he barks a few times feeling us out.  What do you do when this happens?  This was all i could think of...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me:  "Kids walk backwards very slowly and no running"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Lillian:  "I can't walk backwards."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me:  "Then TURN AROUND and walk slowly!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Jacob:  "Will he eat us?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me:  "No, just don't run."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Lillian:  "I don't think we like being dead."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me: "Ya think?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;So I'm changing Braxton's diaper and applying some butt paste to his bottom.  Of course as soon as the diaper comes off I have an audience.  Lillian does her usual five hundred questions! "Why does he have to use that lotion?"..."Did we wear diapers when we were babies?"... "He's a boy? I thought all babies were girls?"...."Can I do the lotion?" (Of course that's a no!).  She then takes the butt paste back to Braxton's room to put it up for me (she's a big helper).  Well here she comes a few minutes later back down the hallway.  She is walking a little strange so I ask her what's wrong.  She spends the next ten minutes explaining how she thought her butt hurt a little and she wanted to have some lotion like Braxton.  Apparently she wanted to use half the container too.  Needless to say she had to have a bath at my house.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Other than that it was a gorgeous day here.  I went for two walks b/c Brian wanted to take one when he got home.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Now I shall go and be bored on this rainy day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1915526016264211662-66522173364838200?l=andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/66522173364838200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915526016264211662&amp;postID=66522173364838200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/66522173364838200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/66522173364838200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/2008/03/time-alone.html' title='Time Alone'/><author><name>And now we're a family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02317292113361801675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/R82S486AqVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r4tDrEzqWG0/S220/0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915526016264211662.post-3490199580107002087</id><published>2008-03-05T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T13:57:21.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My little monkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Okay, I know I just blogged yesterday but I have to rant on and on about my little monkey. He has been such a trip today. I make the majority of my babyfood but had to give him a jar for breakfast this morning. The texture must not have been to his liking because he was gumming it like an old man/cow!!! It was hilarious. Peek-a-boo was another one of his little "games" this morning. His blocks suddenly became a hiding spot for his face, everytime I said peek-a-boo he freaked and did it again lol. The list goes on and on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-70d2a69909b5c9de" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D70d2a69909b5c9de%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330113648%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D80070548FE706ABBCEF7E817C07A6A5355BDF8BC.5097692530EBF3417AD7A3ED99473DBFB027389C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D70d2a69909b5c9de%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWl7mgLjDOih39CBpfA1NHiTPkdE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D70d2a69909b5c9de%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330113648%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D80070548FE706ABBCEF7E817C07A6A5355BDF8BC.5097692530EBF3417AD7A3ED99473DBFB027389C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D70d2a69909b5c9de%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWl7mgLjDOih39CBpfA1NHiTPkdE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;On another note, it is a beautiful day here. I think I might get off of my butt and go walking. Maybe that will distract me from the huge bag of chips in the cabinet. In my defense I haven't been drinking any soda. That might not sounds like a big deal for some but for me it's hard as...well you know. I've posted pics all over my fridge for motivation. We'll see how that goes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tomorrow my mom is taking Braxton for a couple of days. It's a little nerve racking but a break is always nice. She currently lives an hour away and doesn't get to see him that often. I think it's a good time for all of them to "get to know eachother" better. My mom babysits an eleven month old, so he has a little buddy over there. I'm sure everything will be fine (it's not the first time he's gone). Although I might blow her phone up by the end of the weekend!&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/1915526016264211662-3490199580107002087?l=andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=70d2a69909b5c9de&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3490199580107002087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915526016264211662&amp;postID=3490199580107002087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/3490199580107002087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/3490199580107002087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-little-monkey.html' title='My little monkey'/><author><name>And now we're a family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02317292113361801675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/R82S486AqVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r4tDrEzqWG0/S220/0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1915526016264211662.post-1559255901193918631</id><published>2008-03-04T13:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T13:19:00.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Ramble A.K.A Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;How is it that an 8 month old little boy can pack so much personality? Everyday Braxton shows us what he likes, what he dislikes, a flash of attitude, and a brilliant sense of humor. He's so full of life and he will definitely have my attitude. If he doesn't want something you will know about it, or be wearing it. For example, this afternoon I tried to reintroduce the pureed lima bean (didn't go over well the first time either). The minute it got into his mouth it was spit all over me and the highchair. Those little zerberts he blows have some power behind them! It was definitely time to clean up and move onto the little pieces of banana that are always a hit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1915526016264211662-1559255901193918631?l=andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1559255901193918631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1915526016264211662&amp;postID=1559255901193918631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/1559255901193918631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1915526016264211662/posts/default/1559255901193918631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andnowwereafamily.blogspot.com/2008/03/first-ramble-aka-blog.html' title='First Ramble A.K.A Blog'/><author><name>And now we're a family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02317292113361801675</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_w5CLuNT7DQg/R82S486AqVI/AAAAAAAAAAM/r4tDrEzqWG0/S220/0004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
