<?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-4327942561689404267</id><updated>2012-01-30T23:16:51.731-05:00</updated><category term='pouring my heart out-cancer sucks.'/><category term='baby making'/><category term='#2 baby'/><category term='sweetness'/><category term='nyc and tons of pics'/><category term='my boys'/><category term='upcoming review'/><category term='memories of you'/><category term='boys'/><category term='crafting it up'/><category term='wow'/><category term='and belly pics'/><category term='tacky mom'/><category term='love you so much'/><category term='baby number 2'/><category term='valentines'/><category term='will&apos;s running 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will'/><category term='car rides and the beach'/><category term='2nd birthday'/><category term='random and sunshine'/><category term='farm animals'/><category term='ball pit'/><category term='nesting'/><category term='my willsey'/><category term='Major Withdraw'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='traditions'/><category term='bubsy and frosting'/><category term='random'/><category term='mommy moment'/><category term='train willsey'/><category term='haircut'/><category term='friends and moms'/><category term='will&apos;s first baseball game'/><category term='tubes and adenoids...oh my'/><category term='big baby mommy crying'/><category term='worry and love'/><category term='will scoots'/><category term='tantrums'/><category term='book'/><category term='a letter'/><category term='day out with daddy'/><category term='summer and fall'/><category term='target garden'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='knitting'/><category term='oh my'/><category term='food'/><category term='ESCAPE ARTIST'/><category term='sippy cup'/><category term='headbands and rosy cheeks'/><category term='we are back'/><category term='little devil'/><category term='giveaway and award'/><category term='hats'/><category term='the big scare'/><category term='baby to big boy'/><category term='thomas day out in chicago'/><category term='my birthday'/><category term='leaves'/><category term='more snow'/><category term='pouring my heart out...2 mommy gig'/><category term='christmas 2008'/><category term='florida baby'/><title type='text'>Happenings of a Little Bubba</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Life with my boys can be challenging, times when you can't wait for bed time, and then there are times like this.... &amp;nbsp;My two smiling boys! &amp;nbsp;And who said boys can't be stylish?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGine3eKByY/TybsHnq4OVI/AAAAAAAACGY/Wm-I2TxqqSw/s1600/e2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGine3eKByY/TybsHnq4OVI/AAAAAAAACGY/Wm-I2TxqqSw/s320/e2.png" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eofOqOFnM9s/TybsZtNjxYI/AAAAAAAACGg/oMgolmCk5OY/s1600/w1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eofOqOFnM9s/TybsZtNjxYI/AAAAAAAACGg/oMgolmCk5OY/s320/w1.png" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The month of January cannot be over soon enough! &amp;nbsp;The beginning tell almost the 24th has been filled with puke, snot, tons of tissues, and loads of disgusting diapers! &amp;nbsp;But, one thing great this month...My Bubsy turned 4 and and my Squirmy turned 3 months! &amp;nbsp;They are both reaching so many different milestones and surprising me everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will has become the social butterfly of his class. &amp;nbsp;He is very articulate. &amp;nbsp;Kinda stubborn at times. &amp;nbsp;Still loving trains. &amp;nbsp;Has a superb memory! &amp;nbsp;Tells the funniest stories. &amp;nbsp;Loves going to school. &amp;nbsp;Is very independent. &amp;nbsp;Knows how to work the computer...sometimes a good thing and a bad thing. &amp;nbsp;He is still my sweet boy and surprises me with loving words all the time. &amp;nbsp;Can't believe he is four!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My little baby Eli. &amp;nbsp;This pneumonia really screwed up his sleeping schedule. &amp;nbsp;He was on a roll. &amp;nbsp;Napping great. &amp;nbsp;It might have been in his swing but he was doing amazing. &amp;nbsp;Falling asleep with me rocking him at night around 8:30 and sleeping tell 5:00. &amp;nbsp;It was amazing! &amp;nbsp;But, since he was so sick and up coughing at night, his little body is having a hard time re-adjusting. &amp;nbsp;I am currently reading, Healthy Baby, Happy Baby. &amp;nbsp;Which focuses on their sleeping patterns and getting them on a schedule. &amp;nbsp;I am hoping that by next week, I can get him in his crib and getting him to fall asleep without me rocking. &amp;nbsp;I do love snuggling with him but, he has to learn eventually. &amp;nbsp;We feberized Will around 4 months to get him into his crib, and by day 3 he was falling asleep on his own and sleeping through the night. &amp;nbsp;This book has the same approach but goes a bit more into detail. &amp;nbsp;Onto milestones for my little guy. &amp;nbsp;He is almost rolling over. &amp;nbsp;He loves his daddy, so much! &amp;nbsp;He knows who Mommy and Daddy are. &amp;nbsp;Giggles when we fly him in the air. &amp;nbsp;Loves playing under his little jungle gym and is definitely showing interest in some of his toys. &amp;nbsp;Hates hats!! &amp;nbsp;Loves to fall asleep to white noise or &amp;nbsp; Adele on Pandora. &amp;nbsp;Growing out of a lot of the 3 month clothing! &amp;nbsp;I am going to have to go shopping because Will's next set of clothing was spring/summer. &amp;nbsp;So we might have some issues fitting into things. &amp;nbsp;I am totally okay with that because the Baby Gap has some seriously cute things on sale right now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am hoping to get a new design for the blog. &amp;nbsp;The jungle theme, kinda got old. &amp;nbsp;As much as I love the scrapbook look, I am going to change as the blogging world changes. &amp;nbsp;Simple and unique is what I am looking for. &amp;nbsp;If you have any ideas, I would love to hear them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-8485357710958059?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/8485357710958059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=8485357710958059' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/8485357710958059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/8485357710958059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2012/01/boy-oh-boy.html' title='Boy oh Boy!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MGine3eKByY/TybsHnq4OVI/AAAAAAAACGY/Wm-I2TxqqSw/s72-c/e2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-6987988046816255876</id><published>2012-01-25T13:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T14:02:51.541-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sickys'/><title type='text'>m i a . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We have been a bit absent on account of strep, pneumonia for both boys and then mommy went down for the count at the end of it all. But, somehow I managed to pull off Will's 4th birthday party, make cupcakes and a cake! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the cupcakes that I made for his class...thank you pinterest! I am totally hooked!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701646332586521314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1sf8TrDBiE/TyBRIYC6cuI/AAAAAAAACFY/9HsbTHTzM48/s400/cupacakes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am hoping to write Willsy's 4th birthday letter later this week. But, I wanted you to know that we are still here. It's just been a sick January!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here's to a healthy new start to the year!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-6987988046816255876?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/6987988046816255876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=6987988046816255876' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/6987988046816255876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/6987988046816255876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2012/01/m-i.html' title='m i a . . .'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1sf8TrDBiE/TyBRIYC6cuI/AAAAAAAACFY/9HsbTHTzM48/s72-c/cupacakes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-1503036213883042274</id><published>2012-01-10T17:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T17:40:04.202-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Firsts . . .</title><content type='html'>Your first snow happened on January 9, 2012. Uncle Kev's Birthday. It was kind of a surprise because we were suppost to get rain. As we left the house, I told Will..."Wow, where did this all come from?" He said..."Mom, it came from the clouds." Love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't a "play" snow although your brother did get out his diggers and started plowing snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we walked outside, the snow gently kissed your face and you blinked those big blue eyes. Will spun around catching snowflakes on his tongue. Suddenly this moment froze in my head. I am so lucky to have been apart of this first, to look into your eyes of wonder. Watch your brother spin around in slow motion, soaking up the first snow of the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed to be your mom. Sometimes in the bad moments, I forget that. And I am sorry. I am so lucky that I get to be with you and Will daily. You definitely are the reason for my smiles and I can't wait for all the firsts with my boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Eli, more than air. I love you Will, more than air.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-1503036213883042274?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/1503036213883042274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=1503036213883042274' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/1503036213883042274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/1503036213883042274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2012/01/firsts.html' title='Firsts . . .'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-8410736235302692745</id><published>2012-01-04T08:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T09:39:19.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding me . . .</title><content type='html'>If you are like me and sometimes hold things in tell your heart is ready to burst, then this is a meme you should participate in. Shell is an amazing blogger and you could totally tell she would be an wonderful friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thingsicantsay.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693781236001641090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zFQD1pR_hHA/TwRf3gCpkoI/AAAAAAAACFM/PSk3Yumo2ck/s400/pouryourheartout.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The original post I wrote, was just deleted by my fast and furious typing on our new lap top. I still haven't figured out what button I pushed but all my precious words are gone! Maybe, I should pour my heart out about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am going to give the short version of it all and try and not get too wordy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom died of Lung Cancer when I was 21. Before you say, "Did she smoke?" I will tell you, she did. So, perhaps this cancer came on because she was a smoker. Sorry, I get really defensive about it because it's my mom we are talking about. There are plenty of people who have gotten lung cancer, didn't smoke, smoked along time ago, or just gave it up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I became her caregiver at the age of 21. I had moved up to Connecticut from Virginia where I was attending George Mason. But, a bad break up lead me running to the open arms of my mom. I am the baby after all. She nutured me and held me and told me everything would be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple months later she was diagnosed and I became her full time caregiver. My older siblings were in VA. My dad traveled pretty much every week for his job. So it was us. I did everything that involves taking care of a cancer patient. Even during her darkest hours of night sweats, wretching over a toliet, I didn't want to be anywhere else. I didn't want anyone else taking care of her. I get my nuturing spirit from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the cancer took over her frail body. Her breathing slowed, and she became weak. We knew something was going to happen but being the Momma Bear that she is, she never let us believe it would take her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot of growing up during that time. It was precious time that I am so glad I had. She helped me find a passion for fitness and taking care of others. So, I will never forget that. She helped mold me even after she was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did attempt to go back to school, finished a couple semesters but I really dove head first into my work as a Personal Trainer and became quite successful. Before the boys, I was managing a gym, teaching tons of classes and had an amazing Personal Training career. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four years later, I am doing In Home Personal Training, which I do love. But, sometimes I miss going to the gym and being around adults for 8-10 hours at a time. I feel like I have lost my mojo, if you can understand that. Don't get me wrong, I am lucky that I am able to make my own hours and still be here for my boys. I want them to have what I had growing up, which is a mom who loved and cared so much. Who was at school functions, who laid on the couch with you and ate popcorn. Who scratched your arm, just because. I am so very thankful for my clients that I have. Not only are they my clients but I do consider them friends as well. I recently lost two clients. Primarily because they were not using their gym memberships that they were paying for. But, it still hurt. It had me re-evaluating why I was doing what I was doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It gave me clarity and re-focus which is good. I now know that I am going to finish my degree in Exercise Science, not only for me, but for my mom who believed in me all those years ago. I am going to take some yoga classes. I am also going to take a cake decorating class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All, because this is the year of finding me again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-8410736235302692745?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/8410736235302692745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=8410736235302692745' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/8410736235302692745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/8410736235302692745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2012/01/finding-me.html' title='Finding me . . .'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zFQD1pR_hHA/TwRf3gCpkoI/AAAAAAAACFM/PSk3Yumo2ck/s72-c/pouryourheartout.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-4953121329776877407</id><published>2011-12-31T16:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T16:43:57.469-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mini me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-HJ_6VUSvyOw/Tv-CGIPJdAI/AAAAAAAACE0/pGCOunx8LLk/2011-12-31%25252015.33.48.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-HJ_6VUSvyOw/Tv-CGIPJdAI/AAAAAAAACE0/pGCOunx8LLk/s400/2011-12-31%25252015.33.48.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;You look exactly like willsy and i hate to admit but a lot like daddy! You are the greatest gift of 2011. Can't wait to see you grow!&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-4953121329776877407?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/4953121329776877407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=4953121329776877407' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/4953121329776877407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/4953121329776877407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/12/mini-me.html' title='mini me..'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-HJ_6VUSvyOw/Tv-CGIPJdAI/AAAAAAAACE0/pGCOunx8LLk/s72-c/2011-12-31%25252015.33.48.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-2594241174841031703</id><published>2011-12-23T12:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T12:16:08.251-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Merry Christmas'/><title type='text'>iCaughtSanta.com...50% off code!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I don't know about you but I am so excited for Christmas this because my little, well not so little Will is totally into this year! He talks about Santa and his magic, his reindeer and of course puppy paws. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a number of occassions he has told me that Santa is going to come to our house and leave presents and set up his special james(his Christmas train).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so excited when I got the opportunity by iCaughtSanta.com to get a picture of Santa in our house, in our living room, by our tree! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just Imagine the look of wonder and surprise when Will sees a photo of Santa caught in the act in our home. iCaughtSanta.com is a unique website that helps visitors create those memorable keepsake photos. In three simple steps anyone can upload a holiday photo, add Santa Claus and print it as proof… or share it via Facebook and Twitter. Last-minute shoppers can purchase Gift Cards and eGift Certificates for loved ones with children, making iCaughtSanta.com a great gift idea even if you don't have kids yourself. If you would like to do this too, enter this very special code to get 50% off your picture....SANTA50. 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Not sure if this will be a good thing or bad thing down the line. For now, I am happy because I was a very shy kid. So, I am glad you are showing signs of being very outgoing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are such a sponge and remember everything I say to you! Your newest repeats that you say are..."Mom, you are freaking me out." Not the best one. My favorite though is, "Mom, can you do me a favor?" Hilarious! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are obsessed with watching Cars now, and you often will role play with your "cars" toys each scene that goes on. You even do that with the Thomas the train shows you watch. I am just so amazed within the last two months how much you have grown up. You definitely are not a baby anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week on the way home from school, I asked how your day was and what you had for snack and you told me, "Cupcakes." Oh. Who did you have cupcakes for Will? "For Baby Jesus mom! And we sang happy birthday to him but he was crying." I tell you, he had me in hysterics! I was laughing at how casual our conversation was. I finally have a little person to talk to and keep me company when Daddy is at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wanted to pose a question to moms out there...What does Santa do at your house? What kind of magic does he leave behind for your children to be amazed by? I am kinda stumped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Second Baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A routine is starting to come into light and I am so thankful for it. These past two months have flown by and have kind of blended together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You smile, usually right after you are content from a feeding. Usually for Daddy. But, you do give them to mommy. You mostly like to talk to mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just this week you started sleeping 7 hour stretches at night. Knock on wood. Keeping my fingers crossed that this stays. It definitely helps me function throughout the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to be held. You enjoy tummy time and are quite strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your nickname is squirmy because you love to kick and move your arms like crazy. I now know why I was kicked in the ribs so much! I think you will be moving a lot quicker, i.e. crawling, walking, talking. To me you seemed so advanced, but I am your mommy and think you are the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As your first Christmas approaches I am trying to convince your brother to go and sit on Santa's lap but he doesn't seem that into it. He's a bit scared of the man in red, so we shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To both my boys....I can't imagine not having you in my life. I can't wait tell you are older so you can play together. To share memories that brothers will often create together. I love you both...More than air.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-2731077684145314607?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/2731077684145314607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=2731077684145314607' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/2731077684145314607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/2731077684145314607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/12/catch-up.html' title='The Catch Up . . .'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-4294027175711044167</id><published>2011-12-15T13:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T13:47:57.667-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2 months'/><title type='text'>Almost 2 months . . .</title><content type='html'>It's hard to believe that you are almost 2 months old! Time certainly has gone a lot quicker this time around. Some days blend together from lack of sleep, but I get to see your first smiles. Which have been happening a lot lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would write what you have been up to, so one day when you look back on this, you will know all your firsts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You can roll from your stomach to your back, in fact you did it at 5 weeks! Totally impressive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You love to be rocked in the rocking chair. Willsy was much different and liked to dance in my arms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You love to lay on Daddy or Mommy's chest when we rock, so you are nice and close to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You are not a big fan of your carseat unless we are moving in the car or on a walk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You have acid reflux, which Willsy had too. We tried the homeopathic route first but that didn't work. So, you are now on zantac.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You love your Daddy so much, in face your smile most for him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You love taking baths, then snuggling in mommy's blanket. When I go to sleep at night, I smell you on it. I totally heart this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You are pretty strong. If we hold you up you lock your legs and stand pretty sturdy. When you are on your tummy, you can come up on your forearms. But, only for a short time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You usually fall asleep for the night around 8:30 or 9:00 and lately have been going for a 5-6 hour stretch. Some nights are better than others. But, I know we are on our way to sleeping through the night soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mommy is the one that is up with you feeding. I want to have this down so that if your Daddy tells you it was him, we will have proof. You and Mommy go on Facebook and read blogs while up at 2am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ll7Y0CLZbtM/Tuo9eqRtVMI/AAAAAAAACEI/2UOsTODiLyc/s1600/2%2Bmonths.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686425076462605506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ll7Y0CLZbtM/Tuo9eqRtVMI/AAAAAAAACEI/2UOsTODiLyc/s400/2%2Bmonths.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I can't imagine my life without you little Eli. You definitely complete are family and I can't wait to watch you grow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you more than air...Mommy&lt;br /&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/4327942561689404267-4294027175711044167?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/4294027175711044167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=4294027175711044167' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/4294027175711044167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/4294027175711044167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/12/almost-2-months.html' title='Almost 2 months . . .'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ll7Y0CLZbtM/Tuo9eqRtVMI/AAAAAAAACEI/2UOsTODiLyc/s72-c/2%2Bmonths.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-5157708564696492639</id><published>2011-12-08T15:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T15:49:47.851-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day out with daddy'/><title type='text'>Fishing With Daddy . . .</title><content type='html'>Recently we have had mild enough weather that Lew decided to take Will out near the Bay for some fishing. Although, Will did more digging in the sand by the looks of my foyer when they came home! They didn't catch anything but they got to have some good quality time together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One great thing about being a mom to boys is, I will get to have a quiet peaceful mommy day when they are out doing "manly" things with Daddy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A1DU8nYx48I/TuEhelBhi8I/AAAAAAAACD4/82pgO6dgetU/s1600/willfishing3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683861013936573378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A1DU8nYx48I/TuEhelBhi8I/AAAAAAAACD4/82pgO6dgetU/s400/willfishing3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b49TiDP8QEk/TuEheoStCNI/AAAAAAAACDo/_3FpkphiQXA/s1600/willfising2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683861014813935826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b49TiDP8QEk/TuEheoStCNI/AAAAAAAACDo/_3FpkphiQXA/s400/willfising2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LB-5diLim8U/TuEhea0K65I/AAAAAAAACDg/bI31alWFYFg/s1600/fishingwill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683861011196210066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LB-5diLim8U/TuEhea0K65I/AAAAAAAACDg/bI31alWFYFg/s400/fishingwill.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Will just informed me after looking at this picture that there were no fishies in the water that day. That he wants to go back and catch one. Such a cutie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-5157708564696492639?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/5157708564696492639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=5157708564696492639' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/5157708564696492639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/5157708564696492639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/12/fishing-with-daddy.html' title='Fishing With Daddy . . .'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A1DU8nYx48I/TuEhelBhi8I/AAAAAAAACD4/82pgO6dgetU/s72-c/willfishing3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-8422422922348288810</id><published>2011-12-05T15:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T15:31:09.965-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby boy eli'/><title type='text'>Mommy Loves . . .</title><content type='html'>I love that you know who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you stop crying when I take you in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That when you eat, you stare at me like there is nothing more beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you love rocking to sleep in my arms, whether it's to Lady Gaga or classical music, together we rock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that you follow me around the room with your eyes, wondering where I am going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that you love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love you sweet baby boy, more than air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nF-ytMo8I1A/Tt0pLIDM-kI/AAAAAAAACDU/ociXk1dxlzU/s1600/momandeli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682743575927650882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nF-ytMo8I1A/Tt0pLIDM-kI/AAAAAAAACDU/ociXk1dxlzU/s400/momandeli.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/4327942561689404267-8422422922348288810?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/8422422922348288810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=8422422922348288810' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/8422422922348288810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/8422422922348288810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/12/mommy-loves.html' title='Mommy Loves . . .'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nF-ytMo8I1A/Tt0pLIDM-kI/AAAAAAAACDU/ociXk1dxlzU/s72-c/momandeli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-930423518278028365</id><published>2011-12-01T10:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T10:32:57.954-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my boys'/><title type='text'>My Delayed Twin . . .</title><content type='html'>Can you tell my litte dudes apart? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6HX0nj54X5k/TtebWc19DRI/AAAAAAAACDI/iNbv3LfuVWI/s1600/will23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681180264953089298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6HX0nj54X5k/TtebWc19DRI/AAAAAAAACDI/iNbv3LfuVWI/s400/will23.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IaMfVym_VWY/TtebWKu_2RI/AAAAAAAACC8/UShdw3uMKSo/s1600/eli23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681180260092074258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IaMfVym_VWY/TtebWKu_2RI/AAAAAAAACC8/UShdw3uMKSo/s400/eli23.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boys are so similar it is scary! Long limbed, blue eyes, light brown hair, chubby little cheeks. I couldn't ask for more! Can't wait to hear who you think is who!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/4327942561689404267-930423518278028365?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/930423518278028365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=930423518278028365' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/930423518278028365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/930423518278028365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-delayed-twin.html' title='My Delayed Twin . . .'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6HX0nj54X5k/TtebWc19DRI/AAAAAAAACDI/iNbv3LfuVWI/s72-c/will23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-7825032922093612250</id><published>2011-11-23T12:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T12:46:36.823-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thankful for my family'/><title type='text'>Being Thankful . . .</title><content type='html'>So very thankful that Will has taken to being a big brother so well. Although he's not that "into" being around Eli he definitely helps me out when I am in a pinch. I know when Eli is able to play with Will, that they will have a blast together! The other day Will had his play at school for Thanksgiving and we all came to see him and when 2 little girls almost ran into me. Will jumped infront me and said, "Watch out! Don't run into my mom and Eil!" Totally melted my heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ndxFHwo60Hk/Ts0uG5zOEzI/AAAAAAAACCw/2twWTok2niw/s1600/kk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678245401313809202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ndxFHwo60Hk/Ts0uG5zOEzI/AAAAAAAACCw/2twWTok2niw/s400/kk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thankful for my sweet Lew, he works so hard for us everyday and will often stay up for 5-10 minutes during the night feedings with me, just to talk. Half the time I don't remember what we were talking about. He also goes and gets the bottle for me while I change Eli. Love you babe...more than air!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-twd54f3fka4/Ts0uGKD709I/AAAAAAAACCk/WGoHaVufvgo/s1600/willanddaddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678245388499014610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-twd54f3fka4/Ts0uGKD709I/AAAAAAAACCk/WGoHaVufvgo/s400/willanddaddy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thankful to have been blessed this year with another little boy. I can't imagine my life any different, even on the days that are hard. You can see the nervousness in my eyes in this picture but now that we are a month in, I have definitely become more confident in my mom of 2 skills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-smlcvBSWtZ8/Ts0uF39-HVI/AAAAAAAACCY/mw9aaGAwnp8/s1600/momandboys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678245383642160466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-smlcvBSWtZ8/Ts0uF39-HVI/AAAAAAAACCY/mw9aaGAwnp8/s400/momandboys.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thankful that on February 14 of this year we found out we were finally pregnant after almost a year of trying. My little Eli gives us all so much joy. He generally is a wonderful baby except when he's had a little too much action for one day. He is a great sleeper (knock on wood) and usually wakes between 1-2am and between 4-6am for feedings. I remember with Will it being so hard but I guess having mad mom skills now, I have figured out the mom tricks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rujC5tgPnXw/Ts0uFjxXRHI/AAAAAAAACCM/zuYt66n4MSI/s1600/eli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678245378220573810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rujC5tgPnXw/Ts0uFjxXRHI/AAAAAAAACCM/zuYt66n4MSI/s400/eli.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year I feel so very thankful to have been blessed with my family. I feel thankful to be surrounded by my boys. I couldn't ask for anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-7825032922093612250?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/7825032922093612250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=7825032922093612250' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/7825032922093612250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/7825032922093612250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/11/being-thankful.html' title='Being Thankful . . .'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ndxFHwo60Hk/Ts0uG5zOEzI/AAAAAAAACCw/2twWTok2niw/s72-c/kk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-3409060125534661648</id><published>2011-11-21T15:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T15:16:08.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you get any cuter???</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-q_Zjhj-I0Bk/Tsqxh4c34LI/AAAAAAAACCA/KIqGKQnWrZE/2011-11-09%25252016.22.45.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-q_Zjhj-I0Bk/Tsqxh4c34LI/AAAAAAAACCA/KIqGKQnWrZE/s400/2011-11-09%25252016.22.45.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-3409060125534661648?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/3409060125534661648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=3409060125534661648' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/3409060125534661648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/3409060125534661648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/11/published-with-blogger-droid-v1.html' title='Can you get any cuter???'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-q_Zjhj-I0Bk/Tsqxh4c34LI/AAAAAAAACCA/KIqGKQnWrZE/s72-c/2011-11-09%25252016.22.45.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-8471853569118163197</id><published>2011-11-14T13:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T13:44:04.573-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth and labor'/><title type='text'>Your Story . . .</title><content type='html'>My Dear Eli...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You knew when you wanted to come into this world. Maybe it was the Angels who watch over us that made it happen. Your Grandma and Grandpa, who wanted to make it the 23rd. Whatever it may be, I do believe in God and Angels that watch over us and keep us safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Saturday the 22nd of October and your Aunt Mimi and cousin Lilly were coming over for a vistit. We were going to get Lilly's haircut in downtown Annapolis and go for lunch. A great day. Before we made it over that way, Aunt Mimi decided she was going to drive down a hilly and VERY bumpy road. Hoping it would bring you out soon! We were laughing hysterically as we were going over the bumps, Lilly and Will both got a kick out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day progressed with nothing out of the ordinary. In fact, no contractions were in sight. On our way home, I was reaching back to get your big brother back in his seat. Yes. He likes to escape sometimes. Right then, I had a massive contraction. Painful. More real then before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mimi and Lilly left and were headed back to Virginia to go to a Caps game that night with Uncle Kevin. Mimi said, call me if anything happens and I told her, highly unlikely! Will and I headed to the grocery store to pick up some ice cream and something for dinner. By now, it is around 5:00 and I start to feel kind of weird. Just out of sorts. By 6:00 I started to have contractions. They were not really regular but they were coming. I called Daddy and he was on his way home from work, then I called Aunt Mimi who was on her way to the game. She was freaked out and told me to call her back if I thought it wa the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, 30 minutes later, I knew it was the real thing. My doctor told me to head into the hospital. We dropped big brother Will off at a friend's house and were on our way. When we got there I was 4-5 cm dialated, so they wanted me to walk for an hour to get the contractions more regular and hopefully dialate more. After an hour of walking around in a gown and my nike's, the contractions were regular! Aunt Mimi had made it. Although, Uncle Kevin was a bit bitter about leaving the hockey game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 10:30 we were in a room and starting fluids. They checked me and I was 8cm, I was begging for my epidural but the anestheseologist was in with a c-section. UGH! So they called in another one who was at home. By 11:30 I had my epidural, and at midnight Dr. S broke my water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The epidural was a success unlike with your brother where it did not take. I started to push at 12:1oam on October 23rd and you were born at 12:54am. I took it as another sign because your brother Will was born at 11:54. You both wanted to come on the 23rd and were born at :54 after. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your birth experience was so easy compared to Will. I didn't feel much unless it was time to push and even that pain was not bad. It would make me have more children, if I would be promised that experience again! Even the healing process has been so much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far you are proving to be an amazing baby! You do have your fussy times and we now hopefully have that under control, if not we know it is reflux like your brother. You are gaining weight like a champ! Daddy thinks that you will be taller than Will since you were born at 23 inches long. I think both of my boys will be taller than me by the time they reach 6th grade! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know I love you so much and can't imagine my life without my sweet Eli. Even your big brother is starting to warm up to the idea that you aren't going anywhere. Will has been amazing. When mommy is stressed out he try and makes me laugh and has done so well playing on his own when I am doing something with you. I hate for him to have to do that but he has taken on that role and seems to be thriving. Within the last 3 weeks he has grown up so much, I amazed by my almost 4 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the luckiest mommy in the world to have my boys. Daddy who is the professional bottle maker, Willsy who is my snuggle bug no matter what, and now my baby Eli or Squirmy as we like to call you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-8471853569118163197?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/8471853569118163197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=8471853569118163197' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/8471853569118163197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/8471853569118163197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/11/your-story.html' title='Your Story . . .'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-5574861487431287362</id><published>2011-11-08T11:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T11:16:38.579-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my boys'/><title type='text'>My Boys . . .</title><content type='html'>Life is proving to be full of love, laughter, and some tears with my boys. All good. I never thought I would be able to handle 2 on my own but this week, I am. Lew went back to work this week, so I am on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first week home with Eli was definitely a challenge for me. Breast feeding was a challenge, my hormones were out of control and I had a mini melt down. I realized that I cannot do everything and I cannot beat myself up for things that I cannot do. Even when my best attempt is given, I often beat myself up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suffered from and am still getting over it through medication, post partum depression. I didn't have it with Will but this time around, I just felt hopeless, and like the worst mom in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a wonderful conversation with my doctor, who put things in perspective for me, I am starting to feel a little better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am appreciating Lew and my boys more, as well as soaking up this special time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be a journey but it is a journey worth taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MMkQVfT-QY8/TrlTuQ7k5gI/AAAAAAAACB4/iNNwZDKPVPw/s1600/jj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672657259933787650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MMkQVfT-QY8/TrlTuQ7k5gI/AAAAAAAACB4/iNNwZDKPVPw/s400/jj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u61c4QyZzdA/TrlTtoKf-lI/AAAAAAAACBw/n7kK2NTlumI/s1600/good.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672657248990526034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u61c4QyZzdA/TrlTtoKf-lI/AAAAAAAACBw/n7kK2NTlumI/s400/good.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wTK5NVoQR44/TrlTtpcGzgI/AAAAAAAACBg/b7mxVYCe3tY/s1600/DSCN1245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672657249332809218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wTK5NVoQR44/TrlTtpcGzgI/AAAAAAAACBg/b7mxVYCe3tY/s400/DSCN1245.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-5574861487431287362?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/5574861487431287362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=5574861487431287362' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/5574861487431287362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/5574861487431287362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-boys.html' title='My Boys . . .'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MMkQVfT-QY8/TrlTuQ7k5gI/AAAAAAAACB4/iNNwZDKPVPw/s72-c/jj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-7625017334873564381</id><published>2011-11-04T12:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T12:09:16.591-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sick puppy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-btp0036J6Bs/TrQOKjUqOcI/AAAAAAAACBU/Yjydt4K8rJE/2011-10-31%25252018.02.33.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-btp0036J6Bs/TrQOKjUqOcI/AAAAAAAACBU/Yjydt4K8rJE/s400/2011-10-31%25252018.02.33.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My sweet Will was sick for Halloween but still wanted to go trick or treating. He doesn't really care about the candy, he just had fun going house to house. So, more for mommy and daddy! &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Hopefully I will have time this coming week to actually do a "real" post.  Life is proving to be full with my family of four and I'm okay with that.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-7625017334873564381?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/7625017334873564381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=7625017334873564381' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/7625017334873564381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/7625017334873564381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/11/sick-puppy.html' title='sick puppy...'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-btp0036J6Bs/TrQOKjUqOcI/AAAAAAAACBU/Yjydt4K8rJE/s72-c/2011-10-31%25252018.02.33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-6189997818843705185</id><published>2011-10-29T08:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T08:47:40.599-04:00</updated><title type='text'>eli</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-qatwf2TTgAk/Tqv16SYsBaI/AAAAAAAACAI/HRZ78QarxVs/2011-10-28%25252017.49.41.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-qatwf2TTgAk/Tqv16SYsBaI/AAAAAAAACAI/HRZ78QarxVs/s400/2011-10-28%25252017.49.41.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-6189997818843705185?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/6189997818843705185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=6189997818843705185' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/6189997818843705185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/6189997818843705185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/10/eli.html' title='eli'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-qatwf2TTgAk/Tqv16SYsBaI/AAAAAAAACAI/HRZ78QarxVs/s72-c/2011-10-28%25252017.49.41.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-7072116051728165188</id><published>2011-10-23T14:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T14:44:19.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome to our world...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-d13NYjnWcCk/TqRggZJWMdI/AAAAAAAAB_c/5gvwO6nCleM/264.12.41.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-d13NYjnWcCk/TqRggZJWMdI/AAAAAAAAB_c/5gvwO6nCleM/s400/264.12.41.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Our little Elias "Eli" came on the day we hoped for!!!  At 12:54 am today we were blessed with our little guy. He weighs 7lbs 12oz and 23" long. I feel like the luckiest momma in the world with my boys.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-7072116051728165188?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/7072116051728165188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=7072116051728165188' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/7072116051728165188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/7072116051728165188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/10/welcome-to-our-world.html' title='welcome to our world...'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-d13NYjnWcCk/TqRggZJWMdI/AAAAAAAAB_c/5gvwO6nCleM/s72-c/264.12.41.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-3091105552036443522</id><published>2011-10-21T08:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T08:41:35.108-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby number 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wills trip'/><title type='text'>News Flash . . .</title><content type='html'>There is still no baby. Little dude #2 is obviously very stubborn. My sister is wondering how I can walk around 4 cm and not be in labor, I thought the same thing for the first day. Then soon realized I could be like this tell his actual due date on the 30th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had some contractions but nothing regular enough to head to the hospital for. We are still pulling for the 23rd and hoping that that is what little dude has in mind too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, I see my ob on Monday morning and we are going to talk induction. I think she will probably be surprised to see me considering she thought I could go any day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Daddy and Will went on his second field trip ever...to a Pumpkin Patch/Farm and Will had a blast! I got to have some alone time and watched Brides Maids. Hilarious! Anyway, I am hoping to post some pictures of Will's trip with Daddy later. Lew said he was so good, listened, talked to friends and was so loving to all the animals. Kind of wish I went but glad they got some bonding time. I got a big ole' hug and smoochie as he calls it when he got home followed by, "I missed you SO much momma!" I always miss him when I am without him. It will definitely be hard being in the hospital and not seeing him off to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention I have been walking everyday...walked 4 miles at the mall the other day and not one contraction? Oh..well, he will come when he is ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-3091105552036443522?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/3091105552036443522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=3091105552036443522' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/3091105552036443522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/3091105552036443522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/10/news-flash.html' title='News Flash . . .'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-5710221624013724708</id><published>2011-10-18T16:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T16:19:50.142-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Baby...</title><content type='html'>38 weeks and 2 days. Little dude #2 is still in there. I had my ob appointment today and am now 4cm dialated. She says I could go any day. That's what she thought last week too. I am beginning to wonder if this kid is ever coming out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he doesn't come by next Monday which will be my 39 week check up, we are going to start the talk of inducing. Don't really want that but seeing how I have dialated this much, I think I will be okay with it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had really irregular contractions over the last couple of days, so hoping that they will get more consistent. Maybe this little dude wants to stay put tell the 23rd like his Daddy and big brother. Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my appointment today I cleaned like a mad woman, have had one cup of Red Raspberry leaf tea (which is not the greatest tea) and Will and I plan on taking a nice long walk later. If this baby doesn't come tonight, I plan on walking with a couple friends tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so ready for this little dude to come, Lew is ready, my sister is anxiously awaiting a phone call, and my good friend is on stand by for Will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby, you can come...NOW! Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-5710221624013724708?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/5710221624013724708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=5710221624013724708' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/5710221624013724708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/5710221624013724708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/10/oh-baby.html' title='Oh Baby...'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-6762617105154100919</id><published>2011-10-13T23:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T23:01:56.478-04:00</updated><title type='text'>total cuteness !</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-BSR0ze9oCtE/TpemIQlAtII/AAAAAAAAB_U/8H40zHoMJ1I/2011-03-04%25252016.23.13.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-BSR0ze9oCtE/TpemIQlAtII/AAAAAAAAB_U/8H40zHoMJ1I/s400/2011-03-04%25252016.23.13.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;And Daddy wonders why I can't say no to you. Total cuteness! &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; The last couple of days you and I have been inseperable, I am so okay with that. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; You asked me the other day when my brother comes out can you pick me up and hold me? Broke and melted my heart. So, today I got you out of bed, picked you up and brought you to snuggle in my bed. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; You made me a mom, have taught me so much, you are my world. I will love you always, more than air.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-6762617105154100919?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/6762617105154100919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=6762617105154100919' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/6762617105154100919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/6762617105154100919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/10/total-cuteness.html' title='total cuteness !'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-BSR0ze9oCtE/TpemIQlAtII/AAAAAAAAB_U/8H40zHoMJ1I/s72-c/2011-03-04%25252016.23.13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-2959629798865469170</id><published>2011-10-12T23:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T23:19:44.168-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love this Puppy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-KhRzUUVRSVg/TpZYzQPuAPI/AAAAAAAAB_M/1UYH-ycJoDM/2011-10-01%25252013.36.18.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-KhRzUUVRSVg/TpZYzQPuAPI/AAAAAAAAB_M/1UYH-ycJoDM/s400/2011-10-01%25252013.36.18.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;He changed his mind for Halloween...from a train to a puppy! He definitely is a cute one and snuggly too.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-2959629798865469170?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/2959629798865469170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=2959629798865469170' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/2959629798865469170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/2959629798865469170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/10/love-this-puppy.html' title='Love this Puppy!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-KhRzUUVRSVg/TpZYzQPuAPI/AAAAAAAAB_M/1UYH-ycJoDM/s72-c/2011-10-01%25252013.36.18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-8529050519466662232</id><published>2011-10-11T14:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T14:53:58.860-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth and labor'/><title type='text'>and . . .</title><content type='html'>Did I get you? Unfortunately, no baby news to report yet. But, I am 3cm dialated so we are getting closer with each appointment. Maybe this will be the week. Or maybe I will be 3 cm until October 30th when this little dude is due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I would like him to come sooner rather than later but he can wait tell Sunday. My good doctor is out of town from Thursday to Sunday afternoon. So...if he can wait in there tell then, that would be marvelous. My doctor told me to relax as much as possible. HA! Life with a 3 year old and a husband who works a ton, add my training into the mix, not a lot of time for chilling out. But, I definitely have cut back my training a little bit just so that I don't totally over do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I thought it would be fun to have you all guess when this little guy will come. When do you think he is going to make his appearance? We are hoping for the 23rd here because Daddy, Will and little dude would all have the same day in common. Guess we will just wait and see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Tuesday friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-8529050519466662232?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/8529050519466662232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=8529050519466662232' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/8529050519466662232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/8529050519466662232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/10/and.html' title='and . . .'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-677574600838941717</id><published>2011-10-09T18:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T18:42:41.908-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby number 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and my will'/><title type='text'>my thoughts . . .</title><content type='html'>The last couple of nights I have been not sleeping well, to be expected. But, I have been doing my most deepest thinking in those moments. I know, how philosophical of me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking about being a mom of two. Surprisingly, I have been feeling very confident in my mom abilities during these deep, middle of the night moments. I was so nervous with Will at this stage of pregnancy. But, now I am not. I feel like I am going to be able to do it, and even manage it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this feeling that I am going to be able to handle breast feeding this go around because I know what it takes to be a mom. I hate that I feel like Will is the trial run but honestly, isn't our first born a guessing game? I am anxious for this one to be here, so I can do things right. Does that sound totally horrible? Will has turned out amazing, I couldn't ask for a better little guy. But, now that I know what it takes, thanks to my Will, this time around it will be a lot easier for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be stressed like I was with Will. I know the baby ins and outs. I know that his winky has to be pushed down or else you are going to have wet clothes to change with each diaper. Yes, we actually did not know to do this. I still laugh at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think because I know what I know now, that I will be a great mom to this new little guy. I will also be an even better mom to Will because it will be second nature to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like my boys and I will have a special bond that can never be broken, even when they do grow up and marry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I will love this little guy as much as I love Will. There is enough love to go around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-677574600838941717?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/677574600838941717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=677574600838941717' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/677574600838941717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/677574600838941717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-thoughts.html' title='my thoughts . . .'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-6031278431455374050</id><published>2011-10-07T13:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T13:41:55.472-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ready baby'/><title type='text'>Ready. Set. Blast off !</title><content type='html'>At least that is what will says. When he's ready. And friends, this mom is ready. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sleeping. Feel like I have to pee all the time. My house is clean. I just vacuumed for the second time today. Don't ask me why. Oh yeah, dog hair. It drives me insane these days! I even dusted, which I hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will's clothes are cleaned, folded and put away. New clean sheets on everyone's bed. Bags are packed. My pilates class got me a new diaper bag...a Vera Bradley one. Plus, a bunch of Target gift cards. Totally blessed to have these ladies in my life. The new diaper bag is a wonderful treat for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have shepards pie and homemade tomato sauce frozen, just because. I do have to go to the grocery store, just to make sure that Will has his "primary" snacks. Don't want my baby boy to go starving when Daddy is fixing pasta everyday. Hoping my sister will make a couple things for me, last time she brought over homemade pizza the day we came home from the hospital. Yum. That sounds kinda good now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we are going to a Fall Fest because I am kinda hoping baby will come soon. Then Will gets to enjoy hayrides, face painting, and a petting zoo. He does have a trip planned with his school soon but, it's later in the month and I am hoping baby will be here. Daddy is going to take him to that one. Can you tell I want this baby here yet? On Tuesday I measured 37 weeks, so I am a little bigger than my actual date. After Sunday, this little guy can make an appearance if he is so inclined. My sister is in town, and maybe there will be a full moon next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to take a 200 question test this weekend sometime to keep my Personal Training certification active. I have been trying to take it all week but, I have been busy training or teaching. Or running errands. Plus, I can't take it when Will is around, I need total concentration. Exercise Science might seem like a piece of cake, but it's not. Lew has been working crazy hours as usual and is currently working his 7th day straight. Don't ask me how he does it, or myself for that matter. I guess we just make it work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am going to run to Target now. Thinking about baking again. Trouble on both ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Weekend friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-6031278431455374050?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/6031278431455374050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=6031278431455374050' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/6031278431455374050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/6031278431455374050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/10/ready-set-blast-off.html' title='Ready. Set. Blast off !'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-6843436805579130319</id><published>2011-10-05T08:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T09:14:48.237-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total randomness'/><title type='text'>because . . .</title><content type='html'>its all I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a random post just for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my pregnancy brain has nothing new and exciting really to share except the randoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a check up yesterday and i am currently at 2cm. little man's head is still high. but i beg to differ. he feels like he is resting right on my bladder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister is coming back from a business trip today. thank goodness, since she is my other right hand man. not sure what I would do if I went into labor without her. she definitely helped motivate me last time and was very encouraging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will is doing amazing in school. loves it. he's even sharing toys at school. a big thing. he is so smart too! i am amazed how quickly he picks things up. he has a very "engineering" type of mind. he is better with numbers than he is with letters. which is good because i was horrible at math, still am. i excelled in english courses, so i can always help him there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he has officially changed his mind about being polar express for halloween. he is going to be a puppy now. the costume is really cute and definitely suits him these days. glad that i got it, just in case the little guy decides to make an early appearance. i would hate for will to miss halloween. he asks me everyday if it is halloween yet. such a cutie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are totally ready for baby. we do have to get a second crib mattress but i am not too concerned about that right now since he will be sleeping in the co-sleeper for a little bit. clothes are washed and put away. bags are officially packed. car seat ready. big brother gift bought for will. which i think he will love. i got lew a really nice card, that made me ball of course. just have to remember to give it to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lew got me an early push gift...a pandora bracelet! and it is totally gorgeous. he actually let me pick it out because he wanted me to really like it, since we can add to it. i have started wearing my heart necklace that he got me for will with his initials on it. hoping it will be my good luck charm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have felt the need to bake lately. just made chocolate chip cookies with m&amp;amp;m's, two different recipes of pumpkin muffins. one with raisins and one with chocolate chips. i like the chocolate chip ones the best. thanks lindsay! kinda feel like baking something today, but not sure what. any good recipes you want to share?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough rambling. time to get productive. ha. who am i kidding. i might be in my pjs for more than half the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-6843436805579130319?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/6843436805579130319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=6843436805579130319' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/6843436805579130319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/6843436805579130319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/10/because.html' title='because . . .'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-1520383101732167379</id><published>2011-10-03T01:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T01:11:00.142-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby number 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and belly pics'/><title type='text'>Our Journey to You . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k4PIW08VfSs/Toi7Vty_JiI/AAAAAAAAB_I/nNI_BdwObMc/s1600/18%2Bweeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658978913536124450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k4PIW08VfSs/Toi7Vty_JiI/AAAAAAAAB_I/nNI_BdwObMc/s400/18%2Bweeks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 18 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7gdujN2iqTA/Toi7Q2iFy-I/AAAAAAAAB_A/qDcIOWpMuMM/s1600/23%2Bweeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658978829981830114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7gdujN2iqTA/Toi7Q2iFy-I/AAAAAAAAB_A/qDcIOWpMuMM/s400/23%2Bweeks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 23 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cw24nXEEUG8/Toi7QvO_vZI/AAAAAAAAB-4/UpGXytvYldw/s1600/26%2Bweeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658978828022693266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cw24nXEEUG8/Toi7QvO_vZI/AAAAAAAAB-4/UpGXytvYldw/s400/26%2Bweeks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 26 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2_xsgY175vE/Toi7QY1fdnI/AAAAAAAAB-w/U2BmXE1FRSw/s1600/32%2Bweeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658978822010140274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2_xsgY175vE/Toi7QY1fdnI/AAAAAAAAB-w/U2BmXE1FRSw/s400/32%2Bweeks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 32 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CqgfL2QyLrw/Toi7QJ9m-6I/AAAAAAAAB-o/-iAbWbOlHgQ/s1600/34%2Bweeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658978818017655714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CqgfL2QyLrw/Toi7QJ9m-6I/AAAAAAAAB-o/-iAbWbOlHgQ/s400/34%2Bweeks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 34 weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1HuGzUj8DGM/Toi7P38SYGI/AAAAAAAAB-g/rLFiXAUEi98/s1600/36%2Bweeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658978813180272738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1HuGzUj8DGM/Toi7P38SYGI/AAAAAAAAB-g/rLFiXAUEi98/s400/36%2Bweeks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 36 weeks &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a journey it has been. From trying, to it actually happening, and to you growing inside me. Every time you kick me I am reminded that God made us wait, just for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-1520383101732167379?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/1520383101732167379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=1520383101732167379' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/1520383101732167379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/1520383101732167379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/10/our-journey-to-you.html' title='Our Journey to You . . .'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k4PIW08VfSs/Toi7Vty_JiI/AAAAAAAAB_I/nNI_BdwObMc/s72-c/18%2Bweeks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-1988922762312238316</id><published>2011-10-02T13:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T13:50:55.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love you baby !</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-6d_U3YQ0bOc/ToikffV1zrI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/KOM_Jkhlrhs/2011-10-01%25252010.29.41.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-6d_U3YQ0bOc/ToikffV1zrI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/KOM_Jkhlrhs/s400/2011-10-01%25252010.29.41.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;You were upset that your helicopter was still wet from the paint and you wanted to play with it. Even that face melts my heart. I love you more than air. &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Also...36 weeks today and feeling it!&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-1988922762312238316?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/1988922762312238316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=1988922762312238316' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/1988922762312238316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/1988922762312238316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/10/love-you-baby.html' title='Love you baby !'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-6d_U3YQ0bOc/ToikffV1zrI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/KOM_Jkhlrhs/s72-c/2011-10-01%25252010.29.41.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-3376117759538921945</id><published>2011-09-30T07:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T07:41:44.147-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guest posting'/><title type='text'>Totally Stoked !</title><content type='html'>I am not here today because I am doing my very first guest post at KLZ's place, Taming Insanity! She is an amazing blogger and always has the funniest stories to tell. Go check out her blog and you will be hooked. Then check out my post about the joys of pregnancy with a preschooler. Too funny!&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;a href="http://www.taminginsanity.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657916725116999074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7eKpw5GmM8M/ToT1SNlXFaI/AAAAAAAAB-U/DF57SPtSiiA/s400/insanitybutton1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-3376117759538921945?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/3376117759538921945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=3376117759538921945' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/3376117759538921945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/3376117759538921945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/09/totally-stoked.html' title='Totally Stoked !'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7eKpw5GmM8M/ToT1SNlXFaI/AAAAAAAAB-U/DF57SPtSiiA/s72-c/insanitybutton1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-4195937463045734172</id><published>2011-09-27T07:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T07:57:30.004-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ugh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nesting'/><title type='text'>I Am Starting to Hate Nesting !</title><content type='html'>My nesting fever has been in full force for about 2 weeks or so. I am a total neat freak/organizer by nature so you can only imagine what nesting is like over here. It's bad! Lew keeps making fun of me for it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I have already, organized Lew's closet. Switched his summer clothes to fall and winter. Did the same, somewhat for my side of the closet. Just did it with Will's and man oh man I went a little over board with his summer clothes. I don't think he wore a couple of his shorts. Lesson learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have labeled Will's and #2's dresser, you know because Lew will get confused as to what is Will's and what is #2's! ;)&lt;br /&gt;I have gone through most of Will's toys and organized them better into their proper containers, even though he messes that up everyday for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lew helped me get the boy's room together by pulling out the crib, and setting up shelving for all of Will's nice trains. So now all of #2's blankets are in the crib drawer and neatly stashed away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby boy's clothes are all washed and put away, smelling oh so good. I totally love the smell of dreft! So much so that I think I am going to start washing all of our sheets in it. I know. Bad. That stuff is expensive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have our co-sleeper bassinet set up, baskets with diapers, butt paste, burp rags, and all the baby essentials set up in our room and downstairs in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you saw my linen closet you would think I am a tad obsessed. I have a couple packs of newborn diapers, and a couple of size 1. Then I have like 6 packs of wipes. Crazy. I know. Then I have tons of Aveeno baby soap and lotions, it's sick. But the boy's in my family have to use Aveeno because of the horrible dry skin they get. So I tell myself, I am totally looking out of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I think this is the craziest. I am acting like I will never leave the house. I went out and bought extra laundry detergent, softner, toliet paper and paper towels. I am not talking a couple rolls here. I am talking like my laundry closet is over flowing with paper goods. That one, Lew hasn't noticed yet. Thank goodness! There would be some serious jokes going on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't done much cooking, because I feel like the boys could live off pasta for a while. Totally kidding here. Maybe not. I did make a Shepards Pie and froze more than half of it. I am not a cook. I am a baker. So if I froze some cupcakes we would be golden for a while. My sister did make some food for me last time, so I am kinda hoping she will do it again. Hint. Hint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I am sure you are totally bored of hearing about my nesting ways. I am. I am sick of nesting. This baby needs to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-4195937463045734172?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/4195937463045734172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=4195937463045734172' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/4195937463045734172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/4195937463045734172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-am-starting-to-hate-nesting.html' title='I Am Starting to Hate Nesting !'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-826335207708213981</id><published>2011-09-26T12:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T12:42:19.224-04:00</updated><title type='text'>breast feeding . . .</title><content type='html'>I have to admit, I am pretty clueless when it comes to breast feeding. I am bound and determined this time around to breast feed for as long as possible. With Will, I was not taking in enough calories and pretty much could not produce enough for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a bit clueless about the whole process. I pretty much winged it with Will and just gave it a shot. With #2 on the way, I am still winging it. I have no clue how often breast fed babies need to eat, how long on each breast, and when I pump and he uses a bottle, how much will I feed him? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the basics of feeding a baby and know when they are full. But for some reason this breast feeding thing is freaking me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you wing it? Did you read a book? Or did you get your information from the internet? My sister's never breast fed, they attempted but it didn't last. My mom breast fed me, but unfortunately I cannot get any information from her. I feel like I should have asked these questions when she was sick. She did say, that I was the best baby out of her 4, so that has to count for something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any advice you can give would be most helpful! Thanks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-826335207708213981?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/826335207708213981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=826335207708213981' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/826335207708213981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/826335207708213981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/09/breast-feeding.html' title='breast feeding . . .'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-2148390429348592404</id><published>2011-09-21T08:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T08:27:30.791-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thomas the train'/><title type='text'>Guess Where We Are Going ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4CKTikeGDfs/TnnWijDtPHI/AAAAAAAAB-M/W0z9LJJw4cg/s1600/thomas11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654786696155053170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4CKTikeGDfs/TnnWijDtPHI/AAAAAAAAB-M/W0z9LJJw4cg/s400/thomas11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are leaving today and chasing Thomas to another state. One last, little trip for us as a family of three. Will is over the moon excited to see his train friends again and mommy and daddy are just excited to get away! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Will would say, "Watch out for the troublesome tracks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2qTIVJaQwgg/TnnWKkxweFI/AAAAAAAAB-E/BXuXl0vBPXc/s1600/thomas18.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4327942561689404267-2148390429348592404?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/2148390429348592404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=2148390429348592404' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/2148390429348592404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/2148390429348592404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/09/guess-where-we-are-going.html' title='Guess Where We Are Going ?'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4CKTikeGDfs/TnnWijDtPHI/AAAAAAAAB-M/W0z9LJJw4cg/s72-c/thomas11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-3762565462625835067</id><published>2011-09-20T14:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T14:59:43.149-04:00</updated><title type='text'>34 weeks and 2 days . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-ixjMJ64Pw5k/TnjimUTd85I/AAAAAAAAB98/wp3wntwpO0k/2011-09-20%25252014.54.20.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-ixjMJ64Pw5k/TnjimUTd85I/AAAAAAAAB98/wp3wntwpO0k/s400/2011-09-20%25252014.54.20.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I went to the ob today, measuring right on, have gained a total of 20lbs thus far. And I am 1-2 cm dialated. I don't think I dialated until 39 weeks with Will. My ob thinks our little guy will come early, I think so too! &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-3762565462625835067?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/3762565462625835067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=3762565462625835067' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/3762565462625835067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/3762565462625835067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/09/34-weeks-and-2-days.html' title='34 weeks and 2 days . . .'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-ixjMJ64Pw5k/TnjimUTd85I/AAAAAAAAB98/wp3wntwpO0k/s72-c/2011-09-20%25252014.54.20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-2140758438157996126</id><published>2011-09-18T13:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T13:15:47.783-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth and labor'/><title type='text'>Labor . . .</title><content type='html'>Today I have reached 34 weeks. Very hard for me to believe but at the same time, I am beginning to feel ready to meet baby boy #2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that I am not looking forward to "meeting" again is the pain. Labor. Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was induced with Will by my choosing which, I definitely will not do again. Will was definitely not ready to come out. He came at 39 weeks and 3 days. I think he could have stayed in there for another week or two and been content. I must admit, the labor in the beginning was not that bad. I could handle it. I think I was only in real intense labor for about 10 hours but that was with an epidural, that semi worked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pushing, now that's a different story. I started pushing around 7:30am and Will was born at 11:54am. You get the picture. It was not fun. The epidural slowly started to disappear, and they had to give me a refill of that little bugger because it got so painful! Half way through, nurse Molly realized that Will's shoulder was stuck and causing some issues of why I was struggling. Not fun. I was in so many different positions trying to get this kid out, it was ridiculous! Good thing I was not filming an episode of the Baby Story because it would not have been a pretty picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that, I did get my handsome baby boy and let's just say a REALLY bad tear. TMI...I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I can handle the labor pains, the pushing and I do not get along. My question to all you moms out there who have experienced birthing for a second time, did the kid just pop out, did you have to push forever, was it the same, or was it a totally different and maybe better experience?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-2140758438157996126?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/2140758438157996126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=2140758438157996126' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/2140758438157996126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/2140758438157996126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/09/labor.html' title='Labor . . .'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-2778101834903185230</id><published>2011-09-15T07:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T07:28:32.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a Baby Anymore . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-G5Fmyh-z5eY/TnHhXv68zGI/AAAAAAAAB94/ppichUL9sHI/2011-04-22%25252007.58.17.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-G5Fmyh-z5eY/TnHhXv68zGI/AAAAAAAAB94/ppichUL9sHI/s400/2011-04-22%25252007.58.17.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Where does the time go my sweet Will? You were just curled in a ball on my chest, so warm and filled with cuddles. Love you more than air my first baby boy.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-2778101834903185230?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/2778101834903185230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=2778101834903185230' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/2778101834903185230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/2778101834903185230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/09/not-baby-anymore.html' title='Not a Baby Anymore . .'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-G5Fmyh-z5eY/TnHhXv68zGI/AAAAAAAAB94/ppichUL9sHI/s72-c/2011-04-22%25252007.58.17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-8760111103999291531</id><published>2011-09-13T06:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T08:48:31.996-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic moments'/><title type='text'>My Magic Moment . . .</title><content type='html'>After a while I thought it would never happen. We had been trying for almost a year and it seemed like we would never get our wish of adding to our family. Then on Valentine's Day, I decided to take a test. It would be a little early, so I was trying not to get my hopes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I took the test, I was so nervous and anxious all in the same moment. I stuck the test on the edge of the bath tub and left the bath room. I tried to busy myself for the longest 3 minutes ever. When I came back, I picked up the test with my eyes closed and said one last little prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I opened my eyes, there was one very dark line and a very faint line that was so desperately wanting to shine on through. Inside my heart was fluttering and my hands were shaking. Could it really be a positive? So at lunch time that day, I took another test. This time that second line was beaming! I was pregnant! I was kind of in denial until I took a picture of it and sent it to Lew at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he was in shock too. He sent back a message, "Is this for real?" And it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Valentine's Day of this year, we had an amazing magic moment. A moment that we will remember forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8E5CeOtqjNQ/Tm37CpAyBnI/AAAAAAAAB90/fvvXlB9ZAtA/s1600/babypic8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651449130207282802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8E5CeOtqjNQ/Tm37CpAyBnI/AAAAAAAAB90/fvvXlB9ZAtA/s400/babypic8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And at the beginning of June we had another magic moment. We found out we were having baby boy #2! We couldn't have been more happy that he was healthy and looked just like his brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8fDtlUdgne0/Tm37CRpHA4I/AAAAAAAAB9s/7_DWYEQxahw/s1600/pregnantpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651449123933979522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8fDtlUdgne0/Tm37CRpHA4I/AAAAAAAAB9s/7_DWYEQxahw/s400/pregnantpic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't leave my first baby boy Will out...I had to include a picture of when I was pregnant with him. After all he was my first magic moment that was concieved in only a month. Definitely magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to Shell for another amazing link up about sharing our magic moments. If you want to check it out for yourself, click the link below and join in the fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thingsicantsay.com/2011/09/sharing-those-magic-moments.html"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651448446122943090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bQp7gjUUdaE/Tm36a0mXYnI/AAAAAAAAB9k/erQfI6IoGtk/s400/MagicMoments-ThingsICantSay1.png" /&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-8760111103999291531?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/8760111103999291531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=8760111103999291531' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/8760111103999291531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/8760111103999291531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-magic-moment.html' title='My Magic Moment . . .'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8E5CeOtqjNQ/Tm37CpAyBnI/AAAAAAAAB90/fvvXlB9ZAtA/s72-c/babypic8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-8075645163958227686</id><published>2011-09-12T08:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T14:26:07.328-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Linus . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-1-4-utdNGCw/Tm31JMcpgpI/AAAAAAAAB9c/VYnKv4n79SY/2011-09-12%25252007.45.30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-1-4-utdNGCw/Tm31JMcpgpI/AAAAAAAAB9c/VYnKv4n79SY/s400/2011-09-12%25252007.45.30.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;To say he is obsessed with his blue blanket is putting it mildly. It's his first love, his comfort when he's tired, and when he's not feeling good. And I'm okay with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both; FONT-SIZE: xx-small"&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-8075645163958227686?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/8075645163958227686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=8075645163958227686' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/8075645163958227686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/8075645163958227686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-little-lionel.html' title='My Little Linus . . .'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-1-4-utdNGCw/Tm31JMcpgpI/AAAAAAAAB9c/VYnKv4n79SY/s72-c/2011-09-12%25252007.45.30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-3230693809022779922</id><published>2011-09-10T20:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T20:52:20.781-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ahhmazing Sister !</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-wd5fhME00r8/TmwGQYuFeWI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/Vm7xQ-v2K7I/2011-09-10%25252018.53.42.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-wd5fhME00r8/TmwGQYuFeWI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/Vm7xQ-v2K7I/s400/2011-09-10%25252018.53.42.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My sister got all these wonderful clothes for #2! I have been a bit hormonal lately and having my sister come out definitely made my day.  I am so lucky to have such a loving and wonderful sister!!&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-3230693809022779922?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/3230693809022779922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=3230693809022779922' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/3230693809022779922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/3230693809022779922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-ahhmazing-sister.html' title='My Ahhmazing Sister !'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-wd5fhME00r8/TmwGQYuFeWI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/Vm7xQ-v2K7I/s72-c/2011-09-10%25252018.53.42.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-2834739703594942073</id><published>2011-09-09T07:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T07:13:00.394-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschool for bubsy'/><title type='text'>I See Me . . .</title><content type='html'>This post was suppost to be about my little guy's first day of 3's Preschool. But, as I loaded these pictures I realized something, he looks so much like me when I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have that same wide grinned smile, big blue eyes, and face shape. It's weird because I have never really noticed before because he is a boy, he does look a lot like his Daddy. But seeing this first picture, I realize that my little guy really is a spitting image of me. Too bad I don't have a lot of pictures of myself as a young kid, being the baby of 4 kids, the pictures sort of dwindled. Kinda stinks. I will have to find one and scan it so I can show you how much my baby actually looks like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. My Will had a great first unofficial day of preschool on Wednesday which is the picture below. He met his teacher and played, while we had an orientation with the director. All of his class mates from the 2's program are in his class which definitely helped with the transition. He also has the same assistant teacher as last year, who I love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYE55x71ljo/TmlS_6jqgFI/AAAAAAAAB9M/8pm-S4O2kVo/s1600/school2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650138465517076562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYE55x71ljo/TmlS_6jqgFI/AAAAAAAAB9M/8pm-S4O2kVo/s400/school2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In this picture, it's the first official day of Preschool and he could not have been more excited and happy to be going to school! He woke me up each morning asking if it was time to go to school. Totally love his eagerness. He had about had it with pictures this week, so I told him to make me a silly face. He never disappoints. Hopefully he is not the class clown, although I wouldn't put it past him, because he is hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mp4OV1BqqS8/TmlS_usqOjI/AAAAAAAAB9E/qgU-txsrkA4/s1600/school1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650138462333581874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mp4OV1BqqS8/TmlS_usqOjI/AAAAAAAAB9E/qgU-txsrkA4/s400/school1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When we picked him up today, his assistant teacher said he did absolutely amazing! He was a good listener and played well with others. I was so happy to hear this and am so proud of my little guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think this year is going to be wonderful for him not only in the learning department but socially as well. Can't wait to see what the future holds for my bright little star!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4327942561689404267-2834739703594942073?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/2834739703594942073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=2834739703594942073' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/2834739703594942073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/2834739703594942073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-see-me.html' title='I See Me . . .'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zYE55x71ljo/TmlS_6jqgFI/AAAAAAAAB9M/8pm-S4O2kVo/s72-c/school2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-3054206556681848371</id><published>2011-09-07T20:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T20:17:25.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>32 weeks . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-G4mkF0rj9kc/TmgJj-w6RVI/AAAAAAAAB88/prw54blmB7s/2011-09-05%25252015.07.42.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-G4mkF0rj9kc/TmgJj-w6RVI/AAAAAAAAB88/prw54blmB7s/s400/2011-09-05%25252015.07.42.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Covered my face because it has been a rough week!&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-3054206556681848371?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/3054206556681848371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=3054206556681848371' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/3054206556681848371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/3054206556681848371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/09/32-weeks.html' title='32 weeks . . .'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-G4mkF0rj9kc/TmgJj-w6RVI/AAAAAAAAB88/prw54blmB7s/s72-c/2011-09-05%25252015.07.42.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-4036981014138761599</id><published>2011-09-07T12:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T13:15:06.850-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hormones suck'/><title type='text'>Hormonal . . .</title><content type='html'>I thought I would compile a list of little things that have been annoying me lately and things that have been making me want to cry. Because you know, who doesn't want to remember these things when you are pregnant....HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing...one of my girlfriend's has a scotty, I love dogs, I have one. She annoys me at times. But this scotty, annoys me. Everytime I come to her house the dog will bombard me for treats. It will scratch my leg until I give it one. Really? I mean it's so annoying! My friend will keep a dozen treats on her table just so her dog gets a treat everytime someone comes in. Seriously? UGH! Love my friend dearly but that dog is totally spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where we live it is extremely expensive and for us to buy a house with a white pickett fence would cost us $600K or more. So we live in a small town house, that I do love. We are close to downtown with all its attractions, near the bay, the beach, you really can't ask for more. And good schools! But we have no space! I feel like Will's toys are taking over the house, they are literally everywhere. He insists on having his 3 bikes in the house because, yes he does ride all of them. This has to be vetoed soon! Our dining room table is too big for the space...so now we need to find a circular one that takes up less room. I see an ikea trip in my future. Luckily we have a very spacious master bedroom but that is being taken over by baby stuff we have taken down from the attic. The boys are going to eventually share a room and Will's room is actually big enough to accomodate this but the issue of the toys comes up again. UGH! What can you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lew works really long hours, we are talking 60 hours a week, sometimes more. So, Will and I left on our own quite a bit. He often comes to training sessions with me, which is fine and dandy. But there are days when he is just out of control and I need someone to watch him. Unfortunately, we live away from my family so that is not possible. Will and I often eat dinner alone. We sit on the couch to eat dinner and watch Nick Jr. I know horrible, but it's hard when your spouse works late and all you feel like doing is ploping down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As good as Will is, he has his moments. He tests me. What kid doesn't? And I am at the point where his little outbursts, drive me CRAZY! I try and calm my nerves but sometimes they just get the best of me and I have to send him to his room so I can have a moment. Sometimes being the parent sucks! I want him to have fun but he needs to listen and that just doesn't happen sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy in my neighborhood who is kinda out there almost t-boned me yesterday when Will and I were leaving the neighborhood, totally freaked me out! My hands were shaking! I totally feel like this guy has it out to get me for some reason. Let's just say, my doors are always locked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will was at his private swim class session yesterday and he was doing amazing! I mean he definitely is a little fish. When your child is done with their class you are aloud to get in the water with them and practice their skills if no one is in the pool, which there usually isn't. I have never done only because we belong to a pool. But yesterday, this mom came to bring her daughter for her class which was right after Will's. I heard the manager at the door say you still have 15 minutes tell her class. The mom gets her daughter changed and then comes out and tells the dad that she is going to take her to the pool so she can practice BEFORE her class. I was fuming inside because I have paid for private lessons, which are EXPENSIVE and now this little girl is going to distract Will. The pool is not that big and the shallow end where Will was diving for rings is even smaller. The instructor kind of looks at the mom, like what are you doing in here but never says anything to her. She is at one side of the shallow end which is less than 10 feet from where Will is practicing. He still has 10 minutes of class at this point and I can see the instructor is totally losing his attention because he wants to play with the little girl. I am fine with Will wanting to play with friends, that is why we did group sessions before but when he wasn't learning anything because of it we switched to private. Anyway, I felt like saying something to the manager but I didn't because I was beyond annoyed and I didn't want the parents to hear me "telling" on them. When Lew got home from work yesterday I told him about it and he was ticked to say the least. The next session of swim classes are coming up and Lew said he was going to say something the next time he could take Will. Oh, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan on taking off 4 weeks after I have baby boy #2 so I have been getting my clients prepared and I started working on programs for them to do while I am unable to train. It's complete with instructions and pictures of each exercise. So I am hoping that they will use these because it has been a lot of work! I feel like I should just create an app of myself doing all the exercises so they will do them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bras. Yes. I am annoyed with Bras. Mine no longer fit and I had to go bra shopping which I hate to do when I am pregnant. I normally get all my "normal" bras from Victoria's Secret because they have such a wide selection. I went to the motherhood maternity store and tried on like 7 different bras and none of them felt "comfortable". I ended up getting one that felt the best and after I took it home and tried it on again, I hated it. The underwire hurts and the color is boring! But, I kept because it is bigger and it's a nursing bra so, I will use it. I ended up going to Target the other day and found one that I really like, that is a nursing bra and it is actually somewhat cute. But I tell you, wearing a bra pregnant just sucks! Hate it. Plain and simple. Where do you get your bras? Anyones that you have that are super comfortable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay...enough of my ranting. Hormones suck! I can't cry over one more commercial!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-4036981014138761599?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/4036981014138761599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=4036981014138761599' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/4036981014138761599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/4036981014138761599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/09/hormonal.html' title='Hormonal . . .'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-3455166198859531272</id><published>2011-09-03T18:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T18:19:36.560-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You ARE Amazing . . .</title><content type='html'>My Dear Sweet, Loving Willsey....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon you are going to be a big brother. When we first found out, I admit I was a bit scared having to share my love for you with another baby. But as your brother continues to grow inside of me, I find my love for both of you growing each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love for me, always amazes me. I feel like the luckiest person in the world to have your love. Someone who loves me no matter what. Who kisses your boo boos, who tucks you in at night and sometimes gets to snuggle, and you even cover me up with one of your most precious blankets. You love your momma and I love you, more than air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You talk about your brother a lot, even telling people that you are having a baby brother and you tell them his name. You sometimes will mimic that you are going to rock him just like this, you holding your arms together. Melts me each time. Everyone says that I am so lucky because you seem like you are going to be very welcoming of your little brother. And I have to admit, I think we are going to get lucky. I think you are thrilled to have another little bub to play with, to watch over and to make silly faces at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you see a tiny baby, you often look up at me with puppy dog eyes and say, "see mommy, baby is so.....cute!" Which definitely makes me feel good that you have that response instead of another one. You love paying attention to them and are often curious when a mommy rocks, gives the baby a binki or tucks them in to their car seat. I love that you are so attentive and interested in the aspects of a baby. It definitely makes me believe that you are going to be an awesome brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were a little baby yourself, you suffered from bad acid reflux and getting you to sleep was often a procedure. Daddy and I would take turns rocking you but you preferred to be held and rocked. Daddy had a play list of songs and one night you instantly fell asleep to Seal's, Amazing. The words go..."I want you to always think you are amazing." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what my sweet, Willsey? You are Amazing. And always have been. Please continue to shine and love like you do. Because you are one loving little guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and I love you always, more than air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-3455166198859531272?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/3455166198859531272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=3455166198859531272' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/3455166198859531272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/3455166198859531272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/09/you-are-amazing.html' title='You ARE Amazing . . .'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-2252510358584637258</id><published>2011-09-01T08:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T09:32:20.299-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='total randomness'/><title type='text'>a long week  . . .</title><content type='html'>This past week has been interesting to say the least! This is my first time getting on the internet since Saturday. Why you ask? Hurricane Irene decided she was not going to be very friendly to us! She knocked down trees all over our county and wires were litereally everywhere! We did not get on power on tell late Tuesday night! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in complete darkness for a total of 3 days, not my idea of fun but we dealt with it. By Monday night, I had a complete and utter meltdown. Will's dvd player lost its charge, my laptop was not wanting to play any of his dvds, he had not been falling asleep tell after 10pm and I just needed a moment. Finally, I grabbed his books and told him that we could read with our flashlight for a little bit, which thankfully he was willing to do for the gazillionth time. He fell asleep. I sat crying on my bed eating M&amp;amp;M's. Where was Lew? Working. Definitely glad he wasn't there to see this hormonal meltdown. Finally, I got control of my hormones and started reading my own book and finally fell fast asleep after all the tears. Not fun my friends, not fun at all! Did I mention that everything in our fridge had to be throw out? Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the last week, we have made it through an earthquake, a hurricane and raging hormones! Yippee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am feeling good. Nesting has started, which I love because I am an organizing freak. Baby boy #2 is such a mover, constantly doing flips and flops. Has not developed the hiccups on a regular basis. I think he is going to be longer than his big brother. Feels like we might have a basketball player on our hands. I can't believe in 2 months or less maybe, he will be here! This time around it has gone so fast and I am soaking it up because this might be the last one for us. Yes. We have said he will be the last one. But, you never know. I will post another belly picture soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will starts school next week, and he cannot wait! A totally different experience from last year. He keeps asking me when he can go and cannot wait to meet his friends again. He has become such a big kid but to me he still has his baby-ness. He is always curious, asks lots of questions and never stops talking. A good thing and a bad thing. We are still working on the eating habits but I told myself, I can't stress about it. We met his new pediatrician and she was amazing and gave some helpful hints. Will is sleeping great through the night and actually sleeping in lately, which I love! I have been able to stay up later and read and sleep in myself. So nice because soon it won't be possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to our local Wee Sale which is a huge consignment sale that local moms get involved in. There are racks and racks of clothes. Baby items, toys, books, dvds and tons more. I was really going to see if I could find some fall play clothes for Will since he goes through them so quickly. I actually found 2 brand new Gap hoodies for him that only cost me $6! Total deal. I got a couple of long sleeve shirts for him, some sweatpants (Gap), and some jeans for about $20. I am always amazed at the deals that I come away with! I did happen to take a look at the baby boy clothes even though I know I don't need anything, I couldn't help it. They had so much which they usually don't. I got a pair of Gap carpenter jeans, with 2 long sleeve Gap onesies for $4! Did I mention those were brand new too! Then I got a couple of Gymboree outfits all for about $20. So in total I maybe spent $50 on the two boys and got so much stuff. I am always proud when I can save my family extra money on things like this. If I would have gotten this stuff at the Gap, I would have easily spent over $150. I usually go to the Gap when they have sales because I think they have the best quality clothes for boys and they are usually the cutest. But, it's gotta be a deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now that this post has become a total random, I think I will stop here before you all get bored. Have a great Thursday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-2252510358584637258?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/2252510358584637258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=2252510358584637258' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/2252510358584637258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/2252510358584637258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/09/long-week.html' title='a long week  . . .'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-720226738372555952</id><published>2011-08-27T15:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T15:40:01.691-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's he getting ready to do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-2sWc3ikUZuo/TllIDlAek8I/AAAAAAAAB84/rfTwaAZOvjM/2011-08-23%25252012.00.27.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-2sWc3ikUZuo/TllIDlAek8I/AAAAAAAAB84/rfTwaAZOvjM/s400/2011-08-23%25252012.00.27.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-720226738372555952?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/720226738372555952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=720226738372555952' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/720226738372555952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/720226738372555952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-he-getting-ready-to-do.html' title='What&amp;#39;s he getting ready to do?'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-2sWc3ikUZuo/TllIDlAek8I/AAAAAAAAB84/rfTwaAZOvjM/s72-c/2011-08-23%25252012.00.27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-2635225749767697868</id><published>2011-08-25T15:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T16:40:42.074-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the day it shaked'/><title type='text'>a memory for my boys . . .</title><content type='html'>8/23/2011...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be a day that I will never forget. It might not seem like much to west coasters but us east coasters are not well prepared for earthquakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's experience was different, some less scarier than others. I kinda wish we were in the less scarier of the two. But, we weren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened to be a gorgeous day with a slight breeze, you could not ask for a better day. We started it off meeting the new pediatrician for the boys, who turned out to be amazing! Success in my book. Followed it up with a flu shot, which Will was non too happy about but he got to pick out a toy from the treasure box, which he thought was totally cool. Came home and had a snack. Then we were off again, this time to Will's swim class. My little fishy did wonderfully. Jumping off the side, swimming with one noodle, awesome kicks, and going under water to grab rings. He always comes out looking so happy and content. Did I mention that I cried when I saw him jump off the side, unassisted? Good thing Lew wasn't there. We decided to take a shower there because we were going to head to Target and pick up a couple things that we needed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm putting every moment in there because it is helping me come to terms that we were where we were because that's where God wanted us to be at that moment. Otherwise the what if's would drive me insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to Target around 1:00. Parked further back in the parking garage than normal but near the cart return. We picked up a couple items, definitely not a big Target shop for us and I let Will pick out a toy because he did not cry at the Pediatrician appointment. Surprisingly he picked out a toy quite quickly and we were ready to check out. I found a line that had one lady in it, in and out I thought. She was signing up for a Target red card, and their computers were acting up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clue 1. Something is up. Did not figure this out tell later. They moved her to another register next to us. Same problem, she wasn't able to get the key pad working in order to sign up for the card. Clue 2. Something definitely had been up. But, we were all going about our day as if nothing was going to happen in the next 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided after the busy morning, and frankly tired of drinking water that I would get myself a iced tea from the Starbucks. Took maybe 4 minutes. On our way to the elevator, which Will wanted to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got off and headed to the car where I first put our bags and water in. Then I grabbed Will and put him in his seat, pulled out his toy for him. Dropped the cart off just across the way from us. Went back to Will to open up his toy, as he was being pretty persistent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt nauseus and thought there must be a lot of cars coming up the parking garage because you can feel them drive up. Feeling past and then all of sudden, I was thrown off balance. I looked up from Will's toy and saw the huge cement columns swaying. Literally moving sideways. The ground beneath us was rolling, like it was a wave, and was lifting it with such ease. I threw the toy down, unhooked Will and hugged him close to my chest like never before. To see these cement columns and cement walls tilting sideways was like nothing your mind could have imagined. All I thought was this sucker is coming down and I better have Will in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cars were still driving up because they say that cars didn't really feel much, maybe a rumble or two. Customers were quickly getting to their cars. The weird thing is, there was no screaming. Then you see people racing down the steps in Target and an you hear the store alarm. To be honest, I thought I had just hallucinated. Did I really see tons of cement tilted on it's side? I couldn't have. Thank goodnesss Will had no idea what was going on. I think I pressed his head so tightly to my body that he just closed his eyes. I quickly grabbed him and put him back in the seat, with my hands shaking and my eyes starting to fill up with tears. Cars were still pulling in and that is when I thought, I must have just imagined what had happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I got towards the exit awaiting to go down, I noticed the line going down the hill to get out. Then I saw people running and jumping in their cars. As we got out of the garage, I could see the sun shining and thought just get me the f*** out of here! Hands shaking, body numb and tears welling in my eyes, I then knew we had been threw an earthquake. I instantly tried calling Lew, no answer. Called my sister. No answer. Called my good friend. No answer. Kept calling Lew. No answer. Finally, I got a text from my sister that said, "We just had an earthquake!" She was on the fifth floor of her office building and was out safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove home so fast, I just wanted to be in the safety of my own home and away from the parking garage. Ella was quite scared when we got home. She had pulled up an area rug because she had been trying to hide. This is a 100lb Rottweiler we are talking about. Scared out of her mind. Pictures on the wall were sideways, dvds and games on the floor. Luckily nothing was broken but honestly I could care less. I was just happy we made it out of that stinkin' garage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about an hour, I had heard from Lew, my sister (a couple of times) and my Pape. All were safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my boys...as your mommy I am so glad that we were all together. To my first baby Will, I am sorry if I squeezed you so tight (which you told daddy later) but I wanted to make sure that if the gargage was falling down, you were with me. Thank you for holding on to me tightly too and for covering up your little baby brother. You were amazing. Such a strong boy. To my second baby boy, thank you for being right where you were. I could not imagine how I would have managed a newborn and a toddler during this. You were tucked nicely in there, probably lulled to sleep by the rolling cement under my feet. My arms were wrapped around your big brother, his around mine and together I was in one giant hug with my boys. With you both so close, everything was going to be okay. And it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Will and baby boy that is our story. The story of how we made it through our first and hopefully last earthquake. Together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. we love you too daddy. we wish you would have been there to protect us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-2635225749767697868?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/2635225749767697868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=2635225749767697868' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/2635225749767697868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/2635225749767697868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/08/memory-for-my-boys.html' title='a memory for my boys . . .'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-5604679139295941606</id><published>2011-08-23T22:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T08:51:51.458-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-M0PEpsXFWmw/TlRm7SMV1_I/AAAAAAAAB80/o-myk-TBlP0/2011-03-04%25252016.23.13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-M0PEpsXFWmw/TlRm7SMV1_I/AAAAAAAAB80/o-myk-TBlP0/s400/2011-03-04%25252016.23.13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After our scary day today...hugging him tighter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both; FONT-SIZE: xx-small"&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-5604679139295941606?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/5604679139295941606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=5604679139295941606' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/5604679139295941606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/5604679139295941606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/08/thankful.html' title='Thankful . . .'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-M0PEpsXFWmw/TlRm7SMV1_I/AAAAAAAAB80/o-myk-TBlP0/s72-c/2011-03-04%25252016.23.13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-9201547633250075060</id><published>2011-08-20T16:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T17:28:30.235-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the big scare'/><title type='text'>Ahhh..Beach...The Big Scare !</title><content type='html'>It was Sunday. The first full day in the OBX. On tap, a walk on the beach in the morning for some family sea shelling and a couple jumps in the waves of course. Then we had decided to do the pool early and then the beach in the afternoon. Simple. And a perfect first day in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After eating my Kashi cereal with milk AND a full glass of orange juice, I started to get us ready for the pool. Making sure to drink a bottle of water while doing this, since it was going to be a hot day. After I got everything together and Lew loaded the car, we were on our way to the pool which is just a couple of minutes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pool was nice and cool and just felt so good on this hot day. I got out after about an hour or so to read my book. Mean while, I have finished another bottle of water. Getting a little too hot, I decided to get back in the pool after about 30 minutes of reading. Let Lew have a break from watching Will and played with Will and practiced his swimming with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour or so had past, everyone was in the water once again and I felt a cramp. I thought it was from swimming since Will and I had been playing around. But when we started to pack up and go back to the house for lunch, I could barely stand up straight. I thought, how could I pull a muscle? I am in pretty good shape and have been swimming with Wil all summer long. As we got to the car and I sat down, I felt my stomach tighten and I couldn't breathe for a second. The tightness went away. Thank goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we got to the house I had another tightening followed by that cramp again. I didn't tell Lew because I didn't want to freak him out. So, I quickly got into the house and went to our room to lay down. Looking at the digital clock on the night stand, I realized that these were more than braxton hicks contractions, because they were coming almost every 40 seconds. Lew came looking for me and he could see the worry in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided that I should just rest and try and take a nap, that the heat probably just took it out of me. Paranoid, I watched the clock and the contractions slowly started to slow down and come less frequently. I finally fell asleep for about an hour but was quickly woken up but a really hard contraction. I went to the bathroom to check to make sure everything was okay and it was but I was still freaking out. By this time it is nearly 3:30, I haven't had anything to eat since the morning and I haven't had anything to drink in about 2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go upstairs to the family room and sit down and the contractions really start coming and they are fierce! Like, my poor little guy was looking like an alien in my stomach bad. We called my ob's on call service but knew at this point that we were going to the hospital. Lew gave me some water which I started drinking but between the contractions and being worried, I could barely get it down. By 4:30 my ob hadn't called us back so, we just left. Lew's mom watched Will and we were headed back to the main land that was an hour away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The contractions were so bad that I had to stop and wait for each one to pass before I could walk down all the stairs to the car. I could see the panic on Lew's face and the determination to get us there. The hour drive turned into a 40 minute drive thanks to Lew's efficient and safe driving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The contractions were not that bad at the hospital, so I was hoping nothing was wrong at all. They quickly checked us in and a wonderful nurse from labor and delievery came and got us. She asked a round of questions and was so nice to us, I didn't even feel like I was at a hospital. I got changed into one of the lovely gowns and peed in a cup. I got hooked up to monitors and we were relieved to hear our little guy moving and his heart rate nice and steady. BIG SIGH here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She checked my urine levels and said I was so dehydrated, I was almost of the ph scale. Yikes! All that I had to drink that day was clearly not sufficient enough and she said I should be drinking a bottle of water for every hour I am awake in the heat. She was sure with some fluids and a muscle relaxer to calm down the contractions, that I would be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blown out vein, 1 bag of iv fluids, some weird muscle relaxer, graham crackers, apple juice, an italian ice and one jug of water later. I was free to go. Thank goodness. The contractions had stopped and I was feeling better besides my abs and back hurting like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for the rest of the trip I drink about 120 ounces of water a day. By Friday I had to include a gatorade in there because I felt like I was going to float away. I normally drink a lot of water but being that I am hydrating for two, I needed a lot more than I had anticipated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self, if you question how much water you have had to drink, drink more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8uUmHDiNiH0/TlAaYJwbpaI/AAAAAAAAB8w/5UufRq6TvWk/s1600/obx1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643039335333471650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8uUmHDiNiH0/TlAaYJwbpaI/AAAAAAAAB8w/5UufRq6TvWk/s400/obx1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My lovely souvenier from the OBX. And not to worry, my little dude is very active and I am seeing my ob this week. And yes, we did give them a piece of our mind as to why we never got a return phone call. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this scare, we have now started to get all baby stuff out, cleaned and ready. But, he better stay in there tell Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-9201547633250075060?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/9201547633250075060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=9201547633250075060' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/9201547633250075060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/9201547633250075060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/08/ahhhbeachthe-big-scare.html' title='Ahhh..Beach...The Big Scare !'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8uUmHDiNiH0/TlAaYJwbpaI/AAAAAAAAB8w/5UufRq6TvWk/s72-c/obx1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-3740520954404768234</id><published>2011-08-18T07:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T07:17:00.114-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obx'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>The Beach . . . Ahhhhhh</title><content type='html'>We were lucky enough to squeeze in one more vacation before our second little bubsy makes his appearance in the fall. The OBX were calling our name and we had such an amazing time with a few hiccups. More on that in the next post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will is such a water boy and I have a feeling that he will be just like his daddy, a beach boy. We had a great time swimming in the pool, the ocean and playing in the sand. It could not have been better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jSsZLytoAV0/TkxofefjfeI/AAAAAAAAB8o/QOaV9zJ9Yyg/s1600/nc7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641999323159035362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jSsZLytoAV0/TkxofefjfeI/AAAAAAAAB8o/QOaV9zJ9Yyg/s400/nc7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys at the Avon pier...doing what they love...fishing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u_j92cgBHZ4/TkxofBCD03I/AAAAAAAAB8g/PixZ9fEnZZA/s1600/nc6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641999315250697074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u_j92cgBHZ4/TkxofBCD03I/AAAAAAAAB8g/PixZ9fEnZZA/s400/nc6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We love doing those shots where you hold the camera out with one hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RWJszx0T4l4/TkxoUPYFRhI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/aR3Mjw9WyBE/s1600/nc5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641999130122602002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RWJszx0T4l4/TkxoUPYFRhI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/aR3Mjw9WyBE/s400/nc5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys doing their mad faces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T84N23oR_JE/TkxoS2oMpxI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/iBW0ss_m_tM/s1600/nc4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641999106299438866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T84N23oR_JE/TkxoS2oMpxI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/iBW0ss_m_tM/s400/nc4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My handsome hubby...looking so...so...cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LrZfjvFxya8/TkxoSRNuSvI/AAAAAAAAB8I/rCPfeeg49oI/s1600/nc3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641999096256285426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LrZfjvFxya8/TkxoSRNuSvI/AAAAAAAAB8I/rCPfeeg49oI/s400/nc3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not totally perfect but good enough for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A1V0CjPTRSU/TkxoQiPo45I/AAAAAAAAB8A/LzfqRabfpFg/s1600/nc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641999066467984274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-A1V0CjPTRSU/TkxoQiPo45I/AAAAAAAAB8A/LzfqRabfpFg/s400/nc2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My tuckered out bubsy after a long day at the beach and swimming at the pool. And of course he has his blue blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5TbmWDgI3vs/TkxoQe8SqzI/AAAAAAAAB74/FbER_T-U8Pc/s1600/nc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641999065581529906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5TbmWDgI3vs/TkxoQe8SqzI/AAAAAAAAB74/FbER_T-U8Pc/s400/nc1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How can you not resist that smile?! Love this little guy so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was just a snippet of our vacation...I will tell you what happened on day 2 of our vacation...stay tuned!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-3740520954404768234?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/3740520954404768234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=3740520954404768234' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/3740520954404768234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/3740520954404768234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/08/beach-ahhhhhh.html' title='The Beach . . . Ahhhhhh'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jSsZLytoAV0/TkxofefjfeI/AAAAAAAAB8o/QOaV9zJ9Yyg/s72-c/nc7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-1580082386101519072</id><published>2011-08-17T15:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T15:19:46.151-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Bigger . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-vEjXu9xmqiI/TkwUT9GXSoI/AAAAAAAAB7w/TqIv_zNSHAA/2011-08-17%25252015.18.31.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-vEjXu9xmqiI/TkwUT9GXSoI/AAAAAAAAB7w/TqIv_zNSHAA/s400/2011-08-17%25252015.18.31.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-1580082386101519072?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/1580082386101519072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=1580082386101519072' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/1580082386101519072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/1580082386101519072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/08/getting-bigger.html' title='Getting Bigger . .'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-vEjXu9xmqiI/TkwUT9GXSoI/AAAAAAAAB7w/TqIv_zNSHAA/s72-c/2011-08-17%25252015.18.31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-6747276615738500606</id><published>2011-08-16T14:18:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T14:43:53.946-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding link up'/><title type='text'>Always Laughing...That's the Secret!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641523566803026818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-srGLvqpaDoE/Tkq3yz9KA4I/AAAAAAAAB7U/xvDL70FNbxs/s400/wedding1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641523557551024114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7TwSpFJMj2I/Tkq3yRfTp_I/AAAAAAAAB7M/b_vc1lLgneE/s400/wedding2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641523549811315698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-he9rA7l3YSk/Tkq3x0qBE_I/AAAAAAAAB7E/toYEQtjD9Rw/s400/wedding3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am linking up with Natalie @ Mommy of a Monster to share some photos of my walk down the isle with Lew. It was an amazingly beautiful day with tons of "romantic" pictures taken but I chose to show the fun side of Lew and myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lew and I have always said that laughter really is the best medicine...it helps you when your down, having a bad day and want to take it out on one another, when your preschooler has a major meltdown, when you have a crisis at work. Smiling and laughing about it, makes it all better, especially when you are doing it with the one you love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mommyofamonster.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 125px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 125px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641524031353442562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iPC89lMp-9o/Tkq4N2im0QI/AAAAAAAAB7s/3qIwRHDAz6Y/s400/DownTheAisleButton3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now head on over to Natalie's, link up or just check out some other wedding photos! Natalie's picture is absolutely beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-6747276615738500606?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/6747276615738500606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=6747276615738500606' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/6747276615738500606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/6747276615738500606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/08/always-laughingthats-secret.html' title='Always Laughing...That&apos;s the Secret!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-srGLvqpaDoE/Tkq3yz9KA4I/AAAAAAAAB7U/xvDL70FNbxs/s72-c/wedding1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-5136279433182632016</id><published>2011-08-15T15:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T15:34:58.531-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Because it has choo choos on it . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-rubFfbuvUt0/Tkl04CxOxvI/AAAAAAAAB6c/Z6nPVK9hCP8/2011-08-15%25252015.15.10.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-rubFfbuvUt0/Tkl04CxOxvI/AAAAAAAAB6c/Z6nPVK9hCP8/s400/2011-08-15%25252015.15.10.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-5136279433182632016?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/5136279433182632016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=5136279433182632016' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/5136279433182632016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/5136279433182632016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/08/because-it-has-choo-choos-on-it.html' title='Because it has choo choos on it . .'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-rubFfbuvUt0/Tkl04CxOxvI/AAAAAAAAB6c/Z6nPVK9hCP8/s72-c/2011-08-15%25252015.15.10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-6913832973967157028</id><published>2011-08-05T07:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T08:22:09.556-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car rides and the beach'/><title type='text'>Yep.  That's me.  I'm that mom.</title><content type='html'>We are off on an adventure soon. Nana is coming to town and we cannot wait. We will be driving which always makes for a fun adventure and stories to tell. Will is generally a good car traveler but when we went to Florida in April, we were both getting over a two week cold, not fun at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the story of that journey and heres' to hoping this next beach trip will be less eventful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have known something was a bit a miss when my normal little guy still did not look well that morning. He even refused his donut. This was all before we even got 50 miles from our house. It was still early and I was hoping he would drift off into dream land for a couple hours, to make this car ride a bit easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up going through the southwest part of VA which is full of mountains and different elevations. A definite different drive from our last couple Chicago drives. Will was in the process of potty training but we were not actively forcing him on the potty. I saw a restaurant along the way that I love, and me being my pregnant sick self wanted to stop. Lew agreed, after all we had been driving for a good four hours without stopping. What happened next should have been yet another clue for this momma, but I ignored it. Totally oblivious. Yep. That's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will refused to get out of the car. Didn't want to go in at all. Didn't want to eat. Didn't want to go with me into the bathroom. He ended up having a little blow out in his diaper that had to be changed which we did but did I forget to tell you that he had this happening to him for a week straight? Yeah. Another reason this was a bad idea. Changed his butt, getting ready to be seated and Will pitched a royal fit. I mean, I literally had to carry him out with his little squirming body going everywhere. We got back in the car and Lew was like, what do you think is the matter with him? I just chalked it up to being sick for the last couple of weeks and a car ride should have been the last thing we were doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literally, not 20 minutes back on the road, Will vomited. I was totally not prepared for this and what did I do, I put my hands under his mouth to catch it. Yeah. Me. The major germ-a-phob was the bowl for my son's throw up. Will was so upset and finally ended up falling asleep. Meanwhile, I was scrubbing my hands with hand sanitizer and wipes trying to get the nasty vomit off of me. Still makes me cringe thinking about it. My dear, sweet husband thought it was just mucus, since that is what it looked like and Will had thrown up during the week for the very same reason. Okay. I guess. Right?&lt;br /&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;For a blissful hour and half, my baby slept but was suddenly awoken with a "shart" as we call it in our house and was ticked to say the least. This kid's rear was so red. I felt horrible. No amount of butt paste was taking this pain away. After a quick change, I thought he would fall back asleep. Nope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vomit. It happened again and again. Let's just say it repeated about 3 more times. Once more in my hands, once on his beloved blue blankie and finally we got smart and had a bag available. The funny thing is, after he would vomit, he felt so much better and wanted to eat. Who seriously wants to eat after they vomit? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a light bulb went off, only 5 hours too late. Will was car sick. Yep. I am that mom who chalked it up to our two week bug. We were about 5 hours from Atlanta, our pit stop to see Lew's sister. And I did it. I am not proud of this by any means, but I could not have my baby who had been sick for two weeks straight be subjected to anything else. After all isn't liquid poop, runny noses, wretched coughs, fevers and vomiting at night enough before a vacation? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved Will out of his car seat and he and I had a movie fest on the ground of our rented mini-van that has huge, gaping windows, that my kid is not used to. Hence car sick. And he actually loved it and stayed on the ground, the whole time. When we got to Aunt Lisa's house we got dramamene for the second part of our car ride the next day. Blue blankie and clothes were washed and never thought about again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time around. I am hoping we will be okay. We are taking my Jeep. Which we are all used to. We are not sick. Knock on wood. Will is normally a great car trip kid, so betting on that. But. Just in case. I am spiking his morning drink with some dramamene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I am that mom who doesn't feel like catching vomit in her hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-6913832973967157028?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/6913832973967157028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=6913832973967157028' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/6913832973967157028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/6913832973967157028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/08/yep-thats-me-im-that-mom.html' title='Yep.  That&apos;s me.  I&apos;m that mom.'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-4557150546319635593</id><published>2011-08-04T08:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T08:19:30.177-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Belly Perspective . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-thVsRDYxCtk/TjqOT0uTxAI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/jZfpHTAs_VI/2011-07-26%25252015.25.42.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-thVsRDYxCtk/TjqOT0uTxAI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/jZfpHTAs_VI/s400/2011-07-26%25252015.25.42.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-4557150546319635593?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/4557150546319635593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=4557150546319635593' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/4557150546319635593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/4557150546319635593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/08/belly-perspective.html' title='The Belly Perspective . .'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-thVsRDYxCtk/TjqOT0uTxAI/AAAAAAAAB6Y/jZfpHTAs_VI/s72-c/2011-07-26%25252015.25.42.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-2224455501015144033</id><published>2011-08-02T14:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T14:31:18.430-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>Feeling Left Out . . .</title><content type='html'>When I became a mom I thought for sure it would be easy to make other mom friends, well I have come to the conclusion that it just isn't. I am definitely not the most outgoing person, but I did try and make conversation with other moms when I picked Will up at school. But, it is kind of hard to get to know another mom when you have 5 minutes to talk to them. This year it will be even more unlikely that I will meet other moms, since we will now be in the drop off line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought joning our local pool would be great for Will and myself to meet others and so far it hasn't. Two of his friends go there from school but somehow we never can meet up. I really like one of the mom's but she just told me that her son will be going to a different school in order to work with her schedule. Another bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see all these moms talking at the pool and wonder how they all know each other. They are all talking and laughing, having a grand old time. Then I see that most of them have older children so they must all go to the same school and probably have known each other for a while. Will has no problem going and playing with other children but sometimes they won't play with them because of their older siblings or they have friends already there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel left out for him. And I feel left out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it is lonely being a mom. I wish I had more friends here. But I don't. I grew up in Virginia, my family is there, and friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably should join a mom's group or something but, juggling training, lew's schedule, and Will. Sometimes it is just not possible. I thought about taking a cake decorating class and hopefully I would be able to meet some new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am totally having a pity party for myself today. Last night, Lew had to work and I sat on the couch eating chocolate and crying. My Dad was going to go to the beach with us, but now he can't come. I am disappointed about that because he just went with my sister on a last minute vacation in June and we have had this planned and set since April. I feel like she is defnitely his favorite, they are most alike, and he is always over at her house. It just sucks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard because I know if my mom were here, she would be coming with us on this trip to spend time with me and she would be soaking up Will. She loved her grand babies so much. Again, I feel left out for Will and myself. No parent around and no grandparent. Will has his Nana, but being in Chicago we don't get to see her much. Lew's dad past a year after my mom. Lew and I often feel like the parents that got taken away from us, would be the ones loving on our Will the most. It's just frustrating and disappointing. I told myself, I cannot cry over this anymore because, its on my Dad's conscience and not mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of the cry fest, on my part. Will and I are going to make Lew some cookies and surprise him at work. Baking is very therapeutic for me and I need it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-2224455501015144033?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/2224455501015144033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=2224455501015144033' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/2224455501015144033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/2224455501015144033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/08/feeling-left-out.html' title='Feeling Left Out . . .'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-6608295982731488801</id><published>2011-08-01T12:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T13:07:35.539-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Been Going On . . .</title><content type='html'>We have been super busy this summer with lots of fun things happening and tons of outdoor activities! Here are some things that we have been up too... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Pool visits...almost daily. We definitely have gotten our moneys worth! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Swim lessons at a local swim school. At first I thought Will might need more individual attention, so we signed him up for some private ones at the end of August but .... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~We officially have a little swimmer on our hands. He watched Peppa Pig swim and the next day at the pool he said he wanted to swim to me like Peppa. What did he do? He swam under water! He is getting better each day we go to the pool. I am thankful for this because knowing how to swim is key where we live. Plus, as a former swim team member, I am hoping he will want to join the swim team when he gets older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~We have had many park visits but early because we are in the middle of a heat wave here in MD. These days, are usually followed by naps on the couch which I don't mind at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~We saw Cars 2 and we are looking forward to the new Thomas movie that comes out in the fall. It will probably be the last movie we see before we welcome our new little guy into our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Will has become such a social butterfly, which I love because last year, he was so shy and quiet. Now he loves playing and interacting with kids, even if he doesn't know them. I have always been a shy person, so this makes me happy to think he might be a bit more outgoing than myself. Lew is very outgoing and will pretty much talk to anyone, maybe he gets it from Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Lots of bbqs with cousin Lilly and even a couple pool visits with her too. He calls her his best friend. She is really patient with him too, which is good for a soon to be 4th grader. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~A couple lunch dates and even a dinner date with my main little bubsy have been really wonderful. I am relishing in all things Will lately. Just trying to soak him up, while its just the the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~He is totally potty trained, we have only had one accident at night which I think was to just being over tired. A long day at the pool, the heat and play with Daddy, may have been the culprit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Will loves to cuddle and often asks to snuggle at night, which I totally love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Did I mention that he loves babies! Every time we see one he has to check them out and then he tells the mom that we are going to have a baby too. That he is the big brother to his little brother. Makes. Me. Melt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~At the last obgyn appointment I had, Will and Daddy couldn't come because it was during Will's swim class. When he came home, he rushed over to me and asked, "Did the dr. get our baby out?" I think he is getting excited! One thing I am afraid of is that he will get a little jealous at first, I just have to remember and be good about giving him as much if not a little more attention during the whole transition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Speaking of that, any big brother gift ideas? I wanted to get him something and tell him it was from his little brother. Will lately has been obsessed with stuffed dogs, so I was thinking of getting him a build a bear dog. I saw that they had little dog house boxes now too. Which I think he will get a kick out of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~In 4 days we will be picking up Nana (lew's mom) at the airport from Chicago because we are headed to the beach! We are going to be going to the OBX, which I grew up going to, and I cannot wait to take Will. Lew's mom has never been and I think she is going to fall in love with it! We all need a vacation at this point, and Lew is at the top of the list. He works such long hours for us and September is going to be a busy month for him. So fishing and lots of fun time spent on the beach is in store for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~When we get back Will gets to meet his new pediatritian, hopefully get his flu shot and meet all his new class mates for a play date at his school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling August is going to fly by!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-6608295982731488801?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/6608295982731488801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=6608295982731488801' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/6608295982731488801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/6608295982731488801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/08/whats-been-going-on.html' title='What&apos;s Been Going On . . .'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-7944491769231454486</id><published>2011-07-28T12:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T12:28:03.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A boy was here . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Zsn0Lk7jtnI/TjGOEcFJT5I/AAAAAAAAB6U/2jalOj6Kae0/2011-07-28%25252012.23.36.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Zsn0Lk7jtnI/TjGOEcFJT5I/AAAAAAAAB6U/2jalOj6Kae0/s400/2011-07-28%25252012.23.36.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;What my house looks like on a daily basis.  Trains are everywhere!&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-7944491769231454486?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/7944491769231454486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=7944491769231454486' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/7944491769231454486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/7944491769231454486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/07/boy-was-here.html' title='A boy was here . . .'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Zsn0Lk7jtnI/TjGOEcFJT5I/AAAAAAAAB6U/2jalOj6Kae0/s72-c/2011-07-28%25252012.23.36.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-5838755893730088394</id><published>2011-07-26T21:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T21:39:19.157-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Please let time stand still . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-fIRS4fePHyU/Ti9sQMSFxrI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/Lwb6UBtZvow/2011-07-21%25252019.08.29.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-fIRS4fePHyU/Ti9sQMSFxrI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/Lwb6UBtZvow/s400/2011-07-21%25252019.08.29.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My baby is not much of one anymore. I am trying to soak up these last couple months with just him and I. He will always and forever be my first baby.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-5838755893730088394?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/5838755893730088394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=5838755893730088394' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/5838755893730088394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/5838755893730088394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/07/please-let-time-stand-still.html' title='Please let time stand still . .'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/-fIRS4fePHyU/Ti9sQMSFxrI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/Lwb6UBtZvow/s72-c/2011-07-21%25252019.08.29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-7338670868270247472</id><published>2011-07-26T08:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T08:19:07.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i am so sick of seeing pasta !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I know I have touched on this subject before, picky eating.  It rules my house!  Will used to be such a good eater but once he hit 2.5 he became picky.  It looked funny, tasted yucky, and out right was refused.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night he told me his cheese, which he normally loves, looked wrinkly?  What?!  I mean seriously.  I just lost it.  This is the first night, that I have sent him to bed without food and I felt so guilty.  I felt horrible.  Daddy came home from work and was going to give him one more chance to eat his dinner, which was rice, cheese and apples.  I know, how exciting does that sound?  And of course he refused it.  So, I took him upstairs and put him to bed.  Luckily it was bedtime.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just can't take it anymore.  I am so tired of making separate meals, wondering what he will eat if we go out for dinner, or packing extra food because I am afraid he will refuse what ever is served to him.  It is just so exhausting!  I finally gave in and made an appointment with our new pediatrician to discuss these food issues.  I know she will say so many kids are picky but I need to know what I have to do to change his habits.  Lately, he has started gagging if he smells something funny, which is totally gross.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I can count on 20 things that Will eats consistently and one of them happens to be pasta.  But it has to be Penne.  Anything else and the texture gets to him.  UGH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did get the Jessica Seinfeld book about hiding food into dishes but then I thought, that just seems pointless.  I want him to like everything he eats and know what he is eating.  Today, I am going to the library to check out some books on picky eaters and see if there is any helpful advice.  Yes.  I do read a lot of books to help me raise my child.  I am clueless sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Any advice?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-7338670868270247472?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/7338670868270247472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=7338670868270247472' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/7338670868270247472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/7338670868270247472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-am-so-sick-of-seeing-pasta.html' title='i am so sick of seeing pasta !'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-6143805153618028397</id><published>2011-07-25T09:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T09:15:14.647-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breast feeding'/><title type='text'>Do you really just whip it out at the pool ? ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Yep.  I am talking about the breast again.  You see, Will and I spend a lot of our summer days at the pool and have seen many a moms breast feeding.  Totally fine with because a lot of them have done it under an umbrella and turned away from the pool somewhat.  They can still see their other child, which obviously is very important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, there is one said woman at the pool, that I just don't understand.  Mind you, I only breast fed for about a month with Will and it wasn't the most productive of feedings.  This said woman, whips it out like ever 15 minutes and does it right at the edge of the little kiddie pool, again I am totally cool with this because she is watching her other two children.  She does it discreetly, sometimes.  A couple of times her top has been slightly down and she is fixing it uncovered and walking back to put her 5 or 6 month old back in his stroller.  One day she whipped it out and the baby was there for like 5 minutes, maybe.  Then another 20 minutes later she is doing it again.  I can tell you in a two hour period how many times this lady is whipping it out.  May sound creepy but when you are sitting at the edge of a not so big kiddie pool, you will notice it.  I know I am not the only one.  I heard another mother questioning her about breast feeding the other day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you have to breast feed when the baby is hungry but is it really every 15 minutes?  Is this lady trying to get attention or is it just me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't get me wrong, I am all for the convenience of breast feeding but is she taking it a bit too far?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if I have to breast feed in public, I really think I will be one of those moms that does it a bit more discreetly.  The whole world doesn't need to know what I am doing.  What do you think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-6143805153618028397?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/6143805153618028397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=6143805153618028397' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/6143805153618028397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/6143805153618028397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/07/do-you-really-just-whip-it-out-at-pool.html' title='Do you really just whip it out at the pool ? ?'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-2122638751265750387</id><published>2011-07-24T13:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T13:53:43.627-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10 years is way to long . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;You loved me with a never-failing love, You gave me strength and sweet security.  And then you did the hardest thing of all, you let me seperate, and set me free.  Everyday I try to do my best to be a Mother like you were to me.    &lt;em&gt;Joanna Fuchs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love and miss you more than air mom.  Today, I am celebrating you instead of mourning your loss.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632976726599956370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YMH1GV-owlw/TixafPEId5I/AAAAAAAAB6M/-q04t3YGYvo/s400/mom.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-2122638751265750387?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/2122638751265750387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=2122638751265750387' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/2122638751265750387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/2122638751265750387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/07/10-years-is-way-to-long.html' title='10 years is way to long . . .'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YMH1GV-owlw/TixafPEId5I/AAAAAAAAB6M/-q04t3YGYvo/s72-c/mom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-1371268376445971095</id><published>2011-07-21T19:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T19:34:57.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love.. love... love ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-xFXEr_yk-oQ/Tii3nhQcvVI/AAAAAAAAB6E/PfLV6iWXHhA/2011-07-14%25252009.04.38.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-xFXEr_yk-oQ/Tii3nhQcvVI/AAAAAAAAB6E/PfLV6iWXHhA/s400/2011-07-14%25252009.04.38.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-1371268376445971095?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/1371268376445971095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=1371268376445971095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/1371268376445971095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/1371268376445971095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/07/love-love-love.html' title='Love.. love... love ...'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-xFXEr_yk-oQ/Tii3nhQcvVI/AAAAAAAAB6E/PfLV6iWXHhA/s72-c/2011-07-14%25252009.04.38.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-7893206700032839539</id><published>2011-07-18T13:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T07:53:54.598-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Will and The Hooter's Girls . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A look back on Will and a Post Daddy did!  Hilarious!  Check it out&lt;a href="http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-will-time.html"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;.  A goody from 2008!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-7893206700032839539?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/7893206700032839539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=7893206700032839539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/7893206700032839539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/7893206700032839539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/07/will-and-hooters-girls.html' title='Will and The Hooter&apos;s Girls . . .'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-3339951993465652199</id><published>2011-07-17T13:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T14:05:45.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>is the breast the best ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;When I got pregnant with baby boy #2, I decided I was not going to let any one pressure me about the whole "breast" feeding is best dealio.  You know the mommas that preach it over and over to you.  I mean my good friend breast fed all her boys until they were 1 and one more to the age of 2!  I give you mommas credit because it really is a full time gig, that you have to be committed to.  Not sure I would be breast feeding a kid tell the age of 2, if you are reading this and you did, to each his own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, recently I put a plan into action that I think will work best for the baby, me, my husband and even Will.  I want everyone to be involved because in the process because I know me, and I can't do it alone.  I decided that for the first 4 weeks, which is how much time I will take off from training clients, that I will breast feed.  After that, so that baby boy #2 is getting the nutrients he deserves from his momma, I thought I would pump.  Then, Lew and Will can help feed him as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My questions to all you mommas who have breast fed, is this even possible?  Will I get tired of pumping?  I breast fed Will for about 3 weeks but we had to supplement with formula because I was not able to produce enough for him.  I then, I hate to admit, gave up.  So, what do I need to know about breast feeding?  Is there any good books that you recommend I read to get me started?  Do you have any recommendations for breast pumps?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am really hoping that with the breast milk, baby boy #2 might not get quite as many ear infections as Will did.  Does that even help?  You see, I am clueless.  I do know that I was the only one my mom breast fed and she said I was the best baby.  Is this total wishful thinking on my part?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will admit, I feel like I am a breast feeding virgin.  I need your help!  Anything you can offer me, would be greatly appreciated!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-3339951993465652199?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/3339951993465652199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=3339951993465652199' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/3339951993465652199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/3339951993465652199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/07/is-breast-best.html' title='is the breast the best ?'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-6333087568894543535</id><published>2011-07-14T07:10:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T07:24:44.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Babies ROCK !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last month I Rocked the Bump with Shell...and now this month I am Rockin' the Baby with &lt;a href="http://thingsicantsay-shell.blogspot.com"&gt;Shel&lt;/a&gt;l&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;l @ Things I Can't Say.  You have to go and check it out, there are so many cute baby pictures, it is amazing what Shell has started!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BhZ9Dpgq8fg/Th7PR_GZTLI/AAAAAAAAB54/NYzOWy-v3H0/s1600/babypic8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 150px; height: 200px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629165077516547602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5PyBCHONfps/Th7P0DtodhI/AAAAAAAAB6A/6t5kPWKtCKY/s400/RockintheBaby-ThingsICantSay.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby Boy #2...who is definitely rocking it in his chillaxed pose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6FELkvRkTeY/Th7PIFB_HLI/AAAAAAAAB5w/G4W-crbPFBg/s1600/babypic7.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629164492162682034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BhZ9Dpgq8fg/Th7PR_GZTLI/AAAAAAAAB54/NYzOWy-v3H0/s400/babypic8.jpg" /&gt;One of my favs...Will at 1 week old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5gjusjO5L-U/Th7PHtpwFcI/AAAAAAAAB5o/Wb9p17jvJgM/s1600/babypic7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629164315680445890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5gjusjO5L-U/Th7PHtpwFcI/AAAAAAAAB5o/Wb9p17jvJgM/s400/babypic7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next few are from Will's first beach trip...which he just loved.  I have a total water baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lRzQ8uE_WXM/Th7PHdXZQ_I/AAAAAAAAB5g/OraReVD0Tw4/s1600/babypic6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629164311308485618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lRzQ8uE_WXM/Th7PHdXZQ_I/AAAAAAAAB5g/OraReVD0Tw4/s400/babypic6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UFSbpWHLAGM/Th7O-IN4UHI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/G5wWHvAq9kk/s1600/babypic5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629164151012610162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UFSbpWHLAGM/Th7O-IN4UHI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/G5wWHvAq9kk/s400/babypic5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JOi0DDgfQxM/Th7O96e_jrI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/l6yAUg4Ap1A/s1600/babypic4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629164147326291634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JOi0DDgfQxM/Th7O96e_jrI/AAAAAAAAB5Q/l6yAUg4Ap1A/s400/babypic4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2wx-7KJhNuM/Th7O9Qic16I/AAAAAAAAB5I/vl1WY-gt0KU/s1600/babypic3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629164136066504610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2wx-7KJhNuM/Th7O9Qic16I/AAAAAAAAB5I/vl1WY-gt0KU/s400/babypic3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dZTCp_wEYyM/Th7O9OPiZ5I/AAAAAAAAB5A/2ky7wXgPfII/s1600/babypic2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hFqfUTcGOZw/Th7O8xqeo8I/AAAAAAAAB44/wqypHzYAKWw/s1600/babypic1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629164127778677698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hFqfUTcGOZw/Th7O8xqeo8I/AAAAAAAAB44/wqypHzYAKWw/s400/babypic1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Go check out Shell and link up.  The link is open tell Monday and Shell is giving away tons of great prizes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-6333087568894543535?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/6333087568894543535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=6333087568894543535' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/6333087568894543535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/6333087568894543535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-babies-rock.html' title='My Babies ROCK !'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5PyBCHONfps/Th7P0DtodhI/AAAAAAAAB6A/6t5kPWKtCKY/s72-c/RockintheBaby-ThingsICantSay.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-297820393288881803</id><published>2011-07-12T16:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T14:30:16.042-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my mom'/><title type='text'>For You, I Will Do Anything .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's July.  Which means it's that time of year again.  My mom's death anniversary.  It gets me every year.  Sometimes I wish we could just skip of July and go straight into August.  July 2001 was not a good one for our family or my mom.  She got news that she had only 6 weeks to live.  Her cancer had spread and all they could do was give her pain pills.  At the time, we always thought she would fight back but looking at it now, I think of how naive I was to believe it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was her primary caretaker and sometimes I wish I didn't have to go through all of that.  At age 21 that is a lot to take in.  But, today I am glad that I was.  She and I had so many special extra moments and time together that no one else did.  I wish she would have told me how scared she was, but she was momma bear tell the very end.  Never wanting to let anyone see her sadness, her anger of why she was chosen to have cancer.  On July 24, she died.  It was a hot miserable day filled never ending tears.  It was the day I became motherless daughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am writing this because just recently my sister, Misti and I went to visit her grave.  We try and go often and had been there on her birthday in May.  When you drive up, you cannot miss her headstone because it is unlike any other, a gorgeous black stone with an Angel right in the middle.  But this day, something was missing.  All of her birthday flowers.  We use fake flowers, so they never die and make sure we always pics out the most beautiful for her.  As we got closer, we noticed the the dirt around her headstone had been dug up somewhat and there were hole all around her headstone.  Immediately, I knew her headstone had been moved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also noticed that a funeral had taken place in the month that we had not been there, directly behind her.  In fact, it was practically on top of her.  I am always upset to see a new grave and feel for the family that has lost.  But in this moment, in my mom's death anniversary month, I was furious.  She had been moved, her spot had been touched, a place where we come to talk to her, had been touched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my Pape bought this spot for her, we were all upset, out of it and completely in denial.  I can still picture the day of us picking out her casket.  They never mentioned to us that, in the area my mom is in, that it would get as crowded as it has become.  The spot we picked for her was under a young tree that we knew would blossom and give her shade.  But now there are 3 headstones in front of her.  It's heart breaking and devastating that in the business of putting someone to rest that they are still trying to make a buck.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister talked to someone and she said it was not their practice to move headstones.  She said someone would contact us in a couple of months!  Months!  Misti was obviously furious and said that would not be the case and that she would be calling and emailing the manager during normal business hours.  We took pictures of the area and the obvious shift in her headstone and have sense emailed them to the cemetery.  My other sister spoke with someone after many repeated calls and she said that it had been moved to get their heavy equipment in there.  Two things tick me off, the first lady lied to us, and secondly, why are you piling all these graves in here if you are having to mess with OUR property!  This is not some shady cemetery, in fact, it is very reputable and I know it was quite expensive to put my mom where she is.  So, why was she treated this way?!  We haven't heard much back from them, even though we are still pursuing this with them.  I have contacted a local news station that does a lot of investigative stories in hopes that they might out these people.  I know it is a long shot but I feel like I have to do something for my mom.  She doesn't deserve this at all and during this month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love and miss her everyday and wish she were here, but she's not.  She is in a better place that I know.  And deserves to have her area.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-297820393288881803?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/297820393288881803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=297820393288881803' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/297820393288881803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/297820393288881803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/07/for-you-i-will-do-anything.html' title='For You, I Will Do Anything .'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-2761551036667914501</id><published>2011-07-11T13:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T13:54:32.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Us . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-PPJmisS-M6E/Ths41mbJuqI/AAAAAAAAB4w/xa8tfFs6Gxg/2011-06-21%25252016.52.02.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-PPJmisS-M6E/Ths41mbJuqI/AAAAAAAAB4w/xa8tfFs6Gxg/s400/2011-06-21%25252016.52.02.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Will and I out on a dinner date to our favorite chinese restaurant.  Let me just say he even offered to pay with his quarters! Such a sweetie.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-2761551036667914501?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/2761551036667914501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=2761551036667914501' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/2761551036667914501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/2761551036667914501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/07/it-us.html' title='It&amp;#39;s Us . . .'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-PPJmisS-M6E/Ths41mbJuqI/AAAAAAAAB4w/xa8tfFs6Gxg/s72-c/2011-06-21%25252016.52.02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-8252037640677828314</id><published>2011-07-08T08:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T08:13:37.362-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh...The Things They Will Say !</title><content type='html'>Do you ever wonder where kids pick up the latest things they are saying? Will is like a sponge, this kid remembers everything! Forget cursing in the car, you have to do that on your own time or he will repeat it. Immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I thought I would share some of the funny things that Will says. Sometimes they are not the best thing for him to be saying but you cannot help but laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Will do you want to go and see Daddy at work today?" No...Daddy's work is boring. Where did he learn boring and he doesn't even know what boring means!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"Look momma...it's my baby brother!" Watching a pampers commercial.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;"It's so hot out today, I need air momma." Okay, not hilarious but funny in the moment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Will taking a shower and saying, "My wiener is getting bigger! It's broken. Fix it!" Now that's funny!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Talking to Nana on skype in Chicago, Will runs up to his room, gets his snow boots on, his bag and put trains in it. Comes down and looks at the camera, "Look Nana, I got my boots, my bag, so now I can ride on the train with you to "hicago"!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ella our dog pooped outside, "Ah, Ella. That's "didsgusting"!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kids say the funniest things when they are discovering something new. I just love it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-8252037640677828314?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/8252037640677828314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=8252037640677828314' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/8252037640677828314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/8252037640677828314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/07/ohthe-things-they-will-say.html' title='Oh...The Things They Will Say !'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-4695899198912397935</id><published>2011-07-06T22:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T22:40:49.334-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='#2 baby'/><title type='text'>My little guy @ 23 weeks . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-VJ5YU2-AcV0/ThUcr1RzB9I/AAAAAAAAB1s/kTUdvLHEh68/2011-07-06%25252015.44.32.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-VJ5YU2-AcV0/ThUcr1RzB9I/AAAAAAAAB1s/kTUdvLHEh68/s400/2011-07-06%25252015.44.32.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Feeling huge and extremely tired as you can see from my face and twisted up hair! &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-4695899198912397935?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/4695899198912397935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=4695899198912397935' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/4695899198912397935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/4695899198912397935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-little-guy-23-weeks.html' title='My little guy @ 23 weeks . .'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-VJ5YU2-AcV0/ThUcr1RzB9I/AAAAAAAAB1s/kTUdvLHEh68/s72-c/2011-07-06%25252015.44.32.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-1755277394166213076</id><published>2011-07-06T12:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T12:19:01.211-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='will&apos;s first baseball game'/><title type='text'>My Baby . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_FMk3bFZF6M/ThSKstN2iDI/AAAAAAAAB1o/PthY8LKrZ-I/s1600/willgame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626274335149164594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_FMk3bFZF6M/ThSKstN2iDI/AAAAAAAAB1o/PthY8LKrZ-I/s400/willgame.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/4327942561689404267-1755277394166213076?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/1755277394166213076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=1755277394166213076' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/1755277394166213076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/1755277394166213076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-baby.html' title='My Baby . . .'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_FMk3bFZF6M/ThSKstN2iDI/AAAAAAAAB1o/PthY8LKrZ-I/s72-c/willgame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-5810648367359766508</id><published>2011-07-05T08:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T08:54:20.235-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend fun'/><title type='text'>A Good Weekend . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We had a fun filled and busy weekend and it ended with a great celebration!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VLGBTFD-nKE/ThMH_yCh72I/AAAAAAAAB1g/Uz7aeJhez4A/s1600/firework4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625849151861419874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VLGBTFD-nKE/ThMH_yCh72I/AAAAAAAAB1g/Uz7aeJhez4A/s400/firework4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mdIPWCnkrmE/ThMH_dud02I/AAAAAAAAB1Y/0dtjsbfot3s/s1600/firwork3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625849146408555362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mdIPWCnkrmE/ThMH_dud02I/AAAAAAAAB1Y/0dtjsbfot3s/s400/firwork3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625849136034093666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BIVkqqYT1fY/ThMH-3FAGmI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/yZM1FoiGDiA/s400/firwork2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625849133175974802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jk_jzvDW5Do/ThMH-sbkq5I/AAAAAAAAB1I/o_yJ6KuZyZk/s400/firework1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another exciting event happening tonight is that Lew is going to take Will to his first baseball game and it's not just ANY game. The Chicago Cubs vs The Washington Nationals. I can guarantee you that Lew and Will might be some of the few sporting their Cubs gear. GO CUBS!!! Have fun boys, mama will be training.&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/4327942561689404267-5810648367359766508?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/5810648367359766508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=5810648367359766508' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/5810648367359766508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/5810648367359766508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/07/good-weekend.html' title='A Good Weekend . . .'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VLGBTFD-nKE/ThMH_yCh72I/AAAAAAAAB1g/Uz7aeJhez4A/s72-c/firework4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-6774426993060898785</id><published>2011-07-04T13:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T13:52:40.539-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maryland Blue Crab . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Tlmb90c1X0A/ThH95kU4adI/AAAAAAAAB1A/CvdbZgYJtPE/2011-07-04%25252011.55.34.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Tlmb90c1X0A/ThH95kU4adI/AAAAAAAAB1A/CvdbZgYJtPE/s400/2011-07-04%25252011.55.34.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Can we just say delicious! Thanks to Lew I was able to feast on these for lunch today.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-6774426993060898785?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/6774426993060898785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=6774426993060898785' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/6774426993060898785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/6774426993060898785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/07/maryland-blue-crab.html' title='Maryland Blue Crab . . .'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-Tlmb90c1X0A/ThH95kU4adI/AAAAAAAAB1A/CvdbZgYJtPE/s72-c/2011-07-04%25252011.55.34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-7367737583404220450</id><published>2011-07-01T16:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T17:01:48.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress =</title><content type='html'>Baking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I need to de-stress, de-gunkify, I bake. It's kinda my passion. Sometimes a passion I wish I pursued a long time ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, I enjoy doing it for me. For my boys and my family. And my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been a long week of training clients, long pool days (and no they are not relaxing w/ a 3 yr. old boy), swim classes, actually cooking dinner, and just not enough "me" time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided to bake. Will and I are going to my sister's tomorrow for a fun day of shopping and pool time (which will be somewhat relaxing because cousin Lilly can't wait to play w/ Will). Bbqing and getting to spend time with my sister who most definitely is my best friend, is exactly what I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4stnegJRKuY/Tg4xxyuqYpI/AAAAAAAAB08/ImoBQHQSmaE/s1600/cooking3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624487716133167762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4stnegJRKuY/Tg4xxyuqYpI/AAAAAAAAB08/ImoBQHQSmaE/s400/cooking3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay. It's not gourmet baking throwing in food coloring to turn rice crispy treats blue, but it is fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624487701106584434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--MS6yJYloro/Tg4xw6wC63I/AAAAAAAAB0s/30MiLivqCSk/s400/cooking1.jpg" /&gt;Yummy chocolate chip cookies with blue and red m&amp;amp;m's that Will helped me pick out. Where is the holiday mix of m&amp;amp;m's when you REALLY need them? Looked everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624487710738405666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dMJIFVJ7fhg/Tg4xxeoc2SI/AAAAAAAAB00/UZQrkCj37Vo/s400/cooking2.jpg" /&gt;Finished, and oh so delicious to this pregnant momma and little bubsy! Not gonna lie, we each ate one when they were still warm. It's the best way to eat it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Like my mom always said, "When you cook or bake with love, everything will turn out delicious and perfect." It definitely did mom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Another de-stresser for the weekend, Lew is off on Sunday and Monday! So happy and excited to get to spend time with the hubster and actually get to snuggle on the couch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3 hours tell bedtime and my dvr filled with, So You Think You Can Dance, a couple Housewives episodes, Amsale Girls (gotta see these amazing wedding dresses) is just calling my name!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy Friday and hope you and your families have a wonderful and safe holiday weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-7367737583404220450?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/7367737583404220450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=7367737583404220450' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/7367737583404220450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/7367737583404220450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/07/stress.html' title='Stress ='/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4stnegJRKuY/Tg4xxyuqYpI/AAAAAAAAB08/ImoBQHQSmaE/s72-c/cooking3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-8544626551645014090</id><published>2011-06-28T18:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T18:29:53.671-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boys'/><title type='text'>life with boys . . . oh boy !</title><content type='html'>I am coming to the conclusion and realization that my life is going to be filled with all things boy. The good and the bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Good ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will loves to snuggle. Loves to watch Olivia with me, the one show I can really stand, oh and Peppa Pig. Definitely a mama's boy, which I totally heart. Is a big helper. Has shown an infatuation with babies lately, thank goodness. I think he will make a great big brother. A chatter box. Learns quickly, he's like a little sponge lately. Loves running and being active = one tired little boy...bonus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bad...&lt;br /&gt;Loves to push farts out. Has now copied Daddy's words from Family Guy saying, "Gentlemen, that was a fart!" And that happens every time he farts, and yes he has done it in public. Has farted and said, "Ahhh, I feel so much better." Doesn't care how messy he gets, will roll around in mud if I let him. It's amazing the fascination farts brings to boys and men. Lastly...this is only going to multiply in a couple of years. So my life is going to be silly and smelly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my multiple boy moms out there, I applaud you! We can get manicures and pedicures in piece when they are teenagers! Bliss...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-8544626551645014090?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/8544626551645014090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=8544626551645014090' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/8544626551645014090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/8544626551645014090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/06/life-with-boys-oh-boy.html' title='life with boys . . . oh boy !'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-5328820833801137416</id><published>2011-06-27T07:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T07:11:00.348-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='water and will'/><title type='text'>Water Boy . . .</title><content type='html'>To say Will loves the water is an understatement. Ever since he was born he has always loved baths and it still continues to this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went to Florida in April, he would jump in the ocean with no fear chasing after Daddy as he went out fishing. He went under a couple times but would pop back up and just smile. My little water boy he is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided this summer we would join the local pool because of this and it would give Will a good place for socializing as well. In the back of my head, I am thinking that Will is going to follow in my foot steps of summers at the pool and joining the swim team. But, for now my dreams can wait and I am just letting my little bubsy enjoy the pool with new friends. We actually got lucky and a couple of his preschool friends have joined as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we have a little water boy/dare devil on our hands we decided it would be best to get him some swim lessons. There is a local place that holds classes and continues throughout the year which is what I would prefer for him to have. I must say, Will did AMAZING! He was the first to try everything out. Wanted to continue to do it even if the instructor wasn't helping him out. He was also very encouraging to the other 3 children in the class. Telling them "good job, you can do it!" Such a team player. I have to say his one down fall is that he is not the best listener. He would go off on his own to try something the instructor would show them and would not sit with the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thought is that we will let him finish out the class and hopefully get him a round of private lessons and then back to the class format. Although, the class teaches him to listen and patience, I don't want to hold him back from something he enjoys and keeps him safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oeNo477D5nc/TgeLRPjir4I/AAAAAAAAB0k/SU0wjuFRkk0/s1600/swimclass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622615788144996226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oeNo477D5nc/TgeLRPjir4I/AAAAAAAAB0k/SU0wjuFRkk0/s400/swimclass.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet bubsy can't wait to get into the water! Totally melts my heart. And yes, I am starting to have the thought of, "can I love another one, as much as I love Will." &lt;br /&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/4327942561689404267-5328820833801137416?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/5328820833801137416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=5328820833801137416' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/5328820833801137416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/5328820833801137416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/06/water-boy.html' title='Water Boy . . .'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oeNo477D5nc/TgeLRPjir4I/AAAAAAAAB0k/SU0wjuFRkk0/s72-c/swimclass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-656312968212802627</id><published>2011-06-25T08:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T09:12:02.140-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kiddie ups review'/><title type='text'>Did you use Pull Ups ?</title><content type='html'>In the midst of potty training Will and using night time diapers, I was contacted by deiworldwide who represents Safeway's mom to mom brand of diapers and kiddie ups. Although the night time pull up I was using was working, I was willing to try these out because I am an avid Safeway shopper and have seen this product many a times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rAFzC5YLWqA/TgXXORlXrqI/AAAAAAAAB0c/DRxLTHlJ_rQ/s1600/momtomom2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622136350080216738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rAFzC5YLWqA/TgXXORlXrqI/AAAAAAAAB0c/DRxLTHlJ_rQ/s400/momtomom2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Things that I love about this product:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Extremely light weight compared to most pull ups.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kid friendly design with, a pirate starfish and his gang. Will loved this!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stars on the outside that change color to let you know if your little one had any accidents.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clearly able to tell front and back on these kiddie ups which is important to Lew!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Easy open sides that actually close again!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;While they are hypoallergenic and have vitamin E for sensitive little ones skin, Will's eczema did pop up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Things that I did not love about this product:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;As mentioned above, Will did have a breakout of eczema even after the first night of wearing them. Granted they are Kiddie ups that are most likely worn through out the day and taken off after a couple hours. Will wore his over night. Will also has extremely sensitive skin and certain materials do make his eczema pop out.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The first night Will wore them, I found them on the ground. When I asked him the next morning why he took them off, he said they hurt his boo boo. His eczema. So, even after a short time of wearing them, he took them off.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The fit is a bit awkward. Fully covers the front for accidents but when Will bent over he definitely had the plumbers crack going for him.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5N94uEXHFo/TgXXOOf4IdI/AAAAAAAAB0U/_iAG-dl8p0w/s1600/momtomom1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622136349251871186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5N94uEXHFo/TgXXOOf4IdI/AAAAAAAAB0U/_iAG-dl8p0w/s400/momtomom1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Overall they are great Kiddie Ups/pull ups. Light weight and just as good as the name brands that you probably buy. They are definitely worth trying out, because you will save yourself some money. As we all know, training pants are not cheap! If your child does have sensitive skin, it is still worth a try because you are not spending as much as you normally do. Will we continue to use these, probably not only because Will's eczema only gets worse when continually irritated. I will definitely try the mom to mom brand diapers out when #2 comes along, as I do love their other products. Which include lotions, wipes and bath products. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get more information on mom to mom products at Safeway check out there&lt;a href="http://www.safeway.com/IFL/Grocery/TopCategoriesDisplay?identifier=MMMomToMom"&gt; site&lt;/a&gt;. You will love the natural products. Thank you to deiworldwide and Safeway for letting me try out the Kiddie Ups, I will still continue to use a lot of these products just not the training pants for Will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was given 2- $25 Safeway gift cards from deiworldwide for doing my review of mom to mom Kiddie ups as well as a package of Kiddie ups. Thanks to you both!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-656312968212802627?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/656312968212802627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=656312968212802627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/656312968212802627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/656312968212802627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/06/did-you-use-pull-ups.html' title='Did you use Pull Ups ?'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rAFzC5YLWqA/TgXXORlXrqI/AAAAAAAAB0c/DRxLTHlJ_rQ/s72-c/momtomom2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-2959401150049321549</id><published>2011-06-21T15:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T15:15:46.358-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the name game'/><title type='text'>Need some advice . . .</title><content type='html'>Now that we know the sex of our bubsy x 2, we have started the name search. I always knew that if I had another boy, the middle name would be Robert after my Pape. Which he greatly appreciates and he is already putting it to good use by calling the baby Bob. Lucky us. Lew is not one to open up the baby book and look through the thousands of names, neither am I, but someone has to do it. I have narrowed it down to 7 names and Lew numbered them in the order in which he liked them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I need your help. Which names do you like? Which ones sound like they would work well for not only a child but a grown man? How is it that naming your child has become so difficult!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here they are, in no particular order of likeness . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hunter Robert&lt;br /&gt;Tyler Robert&lt;br /&gt;Sheldon Robert&lt;br /&gt;Benjamin Robert&lt;br /&gt;Elias Robert&lt;br /&gt;Aiden Robert&lt;br /&gt;Preston Robert&lt;br /&gt;Kellen Robert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not be hurt if you do not like some of the names because every one's taste is so different. I am just trying to get an idea which name more gravitate too. Thanks everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-2959401150049321549?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/2959401150049321549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=2959401150049321549' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/2959401150049321549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/2959401150049321549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/06/need-some-advice.html' title='Need some advice . . .'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-7968117864156270996</id><published>2011-06-16T14:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T14:56:11.979-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In love  ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-9O4530D3zCs/TfpRyZsvoZI/AAAAAAAAB0M/rmK-z4jsP9U/2011-06-07%25252016.41.55.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-9O4530D3zCs/TfpRyZsvoZI/AAAAAAAAB0M/rmK-z4jsP9U/s400/2011-06-07%25252016.41.55.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I'm in love with this little guy, and he's in love with this blue blanket. We both win!&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-7968117864156270996?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/7968117864156270996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=7968117864156270996' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/7968117864156270996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/7968117864156270996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/06/in-love.html' title='In love  ...'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-9O4530D3zCs/TfpRyZsvoZI/AAAAAAAAB0M/rmK-z4jsP9U/s72-c/2011-06-07%25252016.41.55.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-4219736175319076290</id><published>2011-06-13T14:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T14:25:27.148-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby bump'/><title type='text'>Rockin' The Bump !</title><content type='html'>I decided to join in with Shell and her many other blog readers for Rockin' The Bump. Time to show off some baby bump pictures! I have to admit, so far I really haven't taken many pics of #2 because I have been sick and felt like crap. But, I do have some of when I was pregnant with Will. Enjoy! If you want to show off your baby bump, head on over to&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/http://thingsicantsay-shell.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Shell's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;place and link up. Plus, you can meet and read some pretty cool blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thingsicantsay-shell.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 125px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 125px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617770132430069698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CIs5SlCbwvg/TfZUK9VLH8I/AAAAAAAAB0I/W5oRzbuXuzM/s400/Rockin_the_bump.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_tJWWzuN2bE/TfZT2NkaKkI/AAAAAAAAB0A/PJagr-RCgp0/s1600/bump%2Bpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617769776011684418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_tJWWzuN2bE/TfZT2NkaKkI/AAAAAAAAB0A/PJagr-RCgp0/s400/bump%2Bpic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think I was about 5 or 6 months with Will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r_SA-Nceg5U/TfZT1mn2YOI/AAAAAAAABz4/bUupl8p6FSY/s1600/bump%2Bpic%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617769765557133538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r_SA-Nceg5U/TfZT1mn2YOI/AAAAAAAABz4/bUupl8p6FSY/s400/bump%2Bpic%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Right before my baby shower at work, my BIL taking a belly shot with me... Hilarious! He actually has lost quite a bit of weight since then, so that's good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope to put up some more belly shots of #2 in the coming months. Now go link up if you haven't already!&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/4327942561689404267-4219736175319076290?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/4219736175319076290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=4219736175319076290' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/4219736175319076290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/4219736175319076290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/06/rockin-bump.html' title='Rockin&apos; The Bump !'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CIs5SlCbwvg/TfZUK9VLH8I/AAAAAAAAB0I/W5oRzbuXuzM/s72-c/Rockin_the_bump.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-5184703102102178770</id><published>2011-06-10T14:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T14:16:16.445-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two weeks later...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-w4aUabZk65s/TfJfbmptONI/AAAAAAAABzw/8UN_-dpD5t4/2011-06-10%25252014.15.19.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-w4aUabZk65s/TfJfbmptONI/AAAAAAAABzw/8UN_-dpD5t4/s400/2011-06-10%25252014.15.19.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-5184703102102178770?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/5184703102102178770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=5184703102102178770' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/5184703102102178770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/5184703102102178770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/06/two-weeks-later.html' title='Two weeks later...'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/-w4aUabZk65s/TfJfbmptONI/AAAAAAAABzw/8UN_-dpD5t4/s72-c/2011-06-10%25252014.15.19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-5233721237736236992</id><published>2011-06-09T07:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T08:08:19.204-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><title type='text'>but it was only a dream . . .</title><content type='html'>I fell asleep that night having a very heavy heart, missing my mama. Being pregnant with my second baby, all I have ever wanted was my mom close to me, telling me you are doing a wonderful job. But she's not here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pregnancies, for me can sometimes be lonely and a longing for my mom to be here. And that's just not possible for me. She was taken to Heaven almost a decade ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that night, is not like any others, where she is on my mind. I had read a blog post about someone having ghostly encounters and wishing that I could have one with my mom. I wouldn't be scared because I would get to see her, just one more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....We were sitting on my living room couch, next to each other. Will was sitting on my lap and we were looking at each other like no time had ever passed. Like she was on some long, extended vacation. She reached out her arms to Will, he looked up at me, then at her and opened his arms to her too. The smile on her face was huge and loving. Tears welled in both our eyes. She held him so close to her, taking him in. Then she finally spoke, and all she said was, "It's wonderful to finally meet you Will, I've missed you so much!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it was over. I got to see her. I hope that it was real, I hope that in Will's sleep that night, he got to meet the grandma that loves him to pieces. Because I know she would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never know when you will lose a loved one and it will change your life forever. There will be a hole in your heart forever for that person and it will be okay, one day. But having moments like that, make you believe that they are okay. That they are well and happy. That they are building our house in Heaven and we will all be together one day. Still to this day and everyday I will say, CANCER SUCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*To Patrice and your family, may peace be with you in this time. Anna is now healed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-5233721237736236992?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/5233721237736236992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=5233721237736236992' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/5233721237736236992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/5233721237736236992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/06/but-it-was-only-dream.html' title='but it was only a dream . . .'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-3670157817303992623</id><published>2011-06-06T10:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T10:29:21.952-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='#2 is a little froggy'/><title type='text'>We are having . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eTgHnqOUPuA/TeziAj4-JHI/AAAAAAAABzs/YVD4ZIfpnm0/s1600/something%2Brobert%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615111334686237810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eTgHnqOUPuA/TeziAj4-JHI/AAAAAAAABzs/YVD4ZIfpnm0/s400/something%2Brobert%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c86pxs9bYgU/TeziAFY7qhI/AAAAAAAABzk/16sgzpRN8B0/s1600/something%2Brobert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615111326498794002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c86pxs9bYgU/TeziAFY7qhI/AAAAAAAABzk/16sgzpRN8B0/s400/something%2Brobert.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found out this morning that we are going to have another little guy in our family! His ultrasound pictures actually look a lot like Will's, although Will thought he looked like a frog. Not sure where he got that one. But we are calling it Froggy now until we decide on a name, which is always a fun debate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He looks healthy and absolutely comfortable in there, he was so tucked in, it was hard to get a measurement of his head. Lew is over the moon because now he has a Chicago Cub and a Chicago Bear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are all very excited about welcoming this little Froggy into our world in October!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/4327942561689404267-3670157817303992623?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/3670157817303992623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=3670157817303992623' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/3670157817303992623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/3670157817303992623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/06/we-are-having.html' title='We are having . . .'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eTgHnqOUPuA/TeziAj4-JHI/AAAAAAAABzs/YVD4ZIfpnm0/s72-c/something%2Brobert%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-8314583851878534626</id><published>2011-06-04T16:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T16:44:09.968-04:00</updated><title type='text'>18 weeks ... My bump!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-RPIZEctzHXI/TeqZGIhJbnI/AAAAAAAABzc/y9FvKFPYtLo/2011-05-27%25252017.26.28.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-RPIZEctzHXI/TeqZGIhJbnI/AAAAAAAABzc/y9FvKFPYtLo/s400/2011-05-27%25252017.26.28.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This was taken last week, and I have gotten bigger since then!&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-8314583851878534626?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/8314583851878534626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=8314583851878534626' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/8314583851878534626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/8314583851878534626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/06/18-weeks-my-bump.html' title='18 weeks ... My bump!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-RPIZEctzHXI/TeqZGIhJbnI/AAAAAAAABzc/y9FvKFPYtLo/s72-c/2011-05-27%25252017.26.28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-4346691559009695635</id><published>2011-06-02T09:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T10:01:52.642-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='train day with daddy'/><title type='text'>Daddy and Will . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rXXFgpVLlws/TeeVF30QtlI/AAAAAAAABzU/weWFJGu2GU0/s1600/thomas11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613619388655646290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rXXFgpVLlws/TeeVF30QtlI/AAAAAAAABzU/weWFJGu2GU0/s400/thomas11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gtE88NUT8jg/TeeVFhLMPiI/AAAAAAAABzM/CXOYUgCDDIQ/s1600/thomas7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613619382577806882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gtE88NUT8jg/TeeVFhLMPiI/AAAAAAAABzM/CXOYUgCDDIQ/s400/thomas7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613619378271439154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qGCqUWYoaOI/TeeVFRIeSTI/AAAAAAAABzE/NUN3_l3Q60Q/s400/thomas21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613619374104981378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OZkJKSAvbq8/TeeVFBnHL4I/AAAAAAAABy8/i-Hc0dpybpw/s400/thomas15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613619372289986930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wCGhkrD6C00/TeeVE62YkXI/AAAAAAAABy0/aVmkJzS8L_E/s400/thomas1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently, Will and Daddy went to visit Thomas at the B &amp;amp; O Railroad in Baltimore. They had a great day spending some quality time together. It was a little nerve racking for me because Will was in his first week of big boy underoos, but he didn't have one accident!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They had a wonderful time and I think this will be an annual Will and Daddy trip, if Will is still into trains in the coming years. They have so much for them to do there besides seeing Thomas, so hoping he will like to go next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, had a great 18 week check up, baby 2 sounds great! We go on Monday for the anatomy ultrasound and to find out the sex, I cannot WAIT! I am thinking girl only because I have been so tired, continue to have breakouts, smells still get to me and I didn't have any of that with Will. Lew wants another boy because he knows how to take care of one. Either way, I can't wait to see a healthy baby on Monday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-4346691559009695635?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/4346691559009695635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=4346691559009695635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/4346691559009695635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/4346691559009695635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/06/daddy-and-will.html' title='Daddy and Will . . .'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rXXFgpVLlws/TeeVF30QtlI/AAAAAAAABzU/weWFJGu2GU0/s72-c/thomas11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-970960920050163625</id><published>2011-05-28T07:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T07:46:57.620-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation for will'/><title type='text'>Terrific Two Graduation Celebration!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i5G_5qo7RAc/TeDfLRZfR8I/AAAAAAAABys/v44lZXo6I_k/s1600/willgrad12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611730520445503426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i5G_5qo7RAc/TeDfLRZfR8I/AAAAAAAABys/v44lZXo6I_k/s400/willgrad12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NdcIvOjAPyo/TeDfK36fmdI/AAAAAAAAByk/C5oLBwrCA04/s1600/willgrad8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611730513604614610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NdcIvOjAPyo/TeDfK36fmdI/AAAAAAAAByk/C5oLBwrCA04/s400/willgrad8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611730510978821570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Go5NgbTkx14/TeDfKuIdLcI/AAAAAAAAByc/eFMzWMItKjA/s400/willgrad1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611730500263868482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A6aHNcYfwj0/TeDfKGNz-EI/AAAAAAAAByU/PgUbzpCEoNI/s400/willgrad10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611730496094200450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bzyS79WzEHA/TeDfJ2rr4oI/AAAAAAAAByM/mKopRLDIKU8/s400/willgrad14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, I did not cry until Will and I watched his class dvd the next day. It showed pictures from the beginning to the end of the year, and what a transformation my little dude has made! I have to say he is quite the talker in his class which he wasn't before. I could not be more proud of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now on to summer activities. We have signed up for a swimming class, going to take a half day camp class, plenty of My Gym free plays and of course swimming!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-970960920050163625?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/970960920050163625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=970960920050163625' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/970960920050163625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/970960920050163625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/05/terrific-two-graduation-celebration.html' title='Terrific Two Graduation Celebration!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i5G_5qo7RAc/TeDfLRZfR8I/AAAAAAAABys/v44lZXo6I_k/s72-c/willgrad12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-8986133699076093291</id><published>2011-05-19T13:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T14:08:14.655-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daddy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love you'/><title type='text'>Just Because . . .</title><content type='html'>To my BESTEST friend, my lover, my confidant, my jokester, and to the FATHER of my children, I love you MORE than air. I know you read our little corner of the world sometimes and I just wanted to let you know you are our world. Thank you for all you do, we appreciate you more than words can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hLu36sXeoHo/TdVa1in41CI/AAAAAAAAByE/OrbFS7sD33g/s1600/DSCN0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608488786833495074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hLu36sXeoHo/TdVa1in41CI/AAAAAAAAByE/OrbFS7sD33g/s400/DSCN0184.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yp0T_9Rq6tg/TdVaQNFlGDI/AAAAAAAABx8/35XsFGt-Weo/s1600/DSCN0525.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608488124257757794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l4pzN7nFeDo/TdVaO-VhamI/AAAAAAAABxs/Ndg7KlxRCEs/s400/DSCN0339.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4327942561689404267-8986133699076093291?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/8986133699076093291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=8986133699076093291' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/8986133699076093291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/8986133699076093291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-because.html' title='Just Because . . .'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hLu36sXeoHo/TdVa1in41CI/AAAAAAAAByE/OrbFS7sD33g/s72-c/DSCN0184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-2403373293008292068</id><published>2011-05-17T16:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T16:03:28.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How we roll . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/TdLUjn_06yI/AAAAAAAABxo/NWz78YLDLKc/2011-05-17%2016.02.35.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/TdLUjn_06yI/AAAAAAAABxo/NWz78YLDLKc/s400/2011-05-17%2016.02.35.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-2403373293008292068?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/2403373293008292068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=2403373293008292068' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/2403373293008292068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/2403373293008292068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/05/how-we-roll.html' title='How we roll . .'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/TdLUjn_06yI/AAAAAAAABxo/NWz78YLDLKc/s72-c/2011-05-17%2016.02.35.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-4335574149835183018</id><published>2011-05-16T07:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T08:10:44.492-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Vacation to Remember . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607283950805544770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rQ0PI0v8fwU/TdETC2qDb0I/AAAAAAAABxc/eBVKgMIZcFU/s400/DSCN0465.JPG" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mYzgIw_Q4wc/TdETCSro2XI/AAAAAAAABxU/A7_z3-eY-yc/s1600/DSCN0459.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607283939246103810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yM1hRzJo44c/TdETCLmEXQI/AAAAAAAABxM/2M_YZ-wH4Jk/s400/DSCN0390.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607283929855771586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--hMokTFcCeg/TdETBonPQ8I/AAAAAAAABxE/gzxBFCdgVMU/s400/DSCN0286.JPG" /&gt;My little guy all bundled up after a night swim in the ocean. This definitely was one of the best vacations that we have had, all because Will enjoyed every minute of it. He is our little aquarious baby forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can't wait to to see what the Outer Banks have in store for us in a couple months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-4335574149835183018?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/4335574149835183018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=4335574149835183018' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/4335574149835183018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/4335574149835183018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/05/vacation-to-remember.html' title='A Vacation to Remember . . .'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rQ0PI0v8fwU/TdETC2qDb0I/AAAAAAAABxc/eBVKgMIZcFU/s72-c/DSCN0465.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-241401804139835451</id><published>2011-05-13T14:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T14:39:25.118-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my big boy'/><title type='text'>hmm...where did that post go?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I wrote a very lengthy post which is partly my fault for trying to play catch up on our life! But somehow it never posted. I could have sworn that I saw it up on my page and then today...nada. Maybe I hit delete by accident, bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was actually posting about Will and his potty training which could not have gone smoother. I wanted to say thank you for all the amazing advice that I have received over the last couple of months which helped. But I wanted to also tell all the mommy's out there that are entering this world of potty training, do not compare your child to others. They are completely different and every child is ready at a different time. We made several attempts even when I was fully armed and ready with knowledge but Will was not ready. All it took for him was being in the warm sun and running around our beach condo naked. One day he just ran to the potty. Once we got back from Florida we started the training again and at the end of day one, he had it. He has been wearing big boy underoo's since then. We have had one accident but we are now at week 3, so I take that as a blessing. He got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know they say you should start early, which we did. He has always used the potty before bath time and sometimes just randomly since he turned two. There is a method for everyone and I truly believe that you have to wait tell they are ready or you will drive yourself crazy cleaning up poop and pee all over your house. I read so many stories and blogs saying day 1 is hell, day 2 might be the same but by day 3 they start getting it. They also said there would be accidents. Well, I am here to say, day 1 was not hell, in fact Will pooped on the potty at the end of the day and it was a celebration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you may want to get that child out of diapers but let them show you sign of readiness instead of the other way around. I was ready for Will to be out of diapers by age 2 but he clearly was not ready. Don't stress, and never let other moms conversations and comparisons of potty training get you down. Stick to what is best for your little one and potty training will be a breeze!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet Will, I am so proud of you and cannot believe how fast you have grown! You love picking out which Thomas underoos you will wear each day. Today you even pronounced your #2 looking like a log. LOL! Daddy said, "That's my boy!" Boys will be boys I say. I love you Will, more than air.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-241401804139835451?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/241401804139835451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=241401804139835451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/241401804139835451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/241401804139835451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/05/hmmwhere-did-that-post-go.html' title='hmm...where did that post go?'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-8571929094359362800</id><published>2011-05-12T14:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T16:47:54.470-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potty training will'/><title type='text'>Potty Training with a little of this and that . .</title><content type='html'>I have been sick lately and thought I got better when we went on vacation but that did not happen. The antibiotics were not strong enough. So my sinus infection has lingered on for a while now with allergies in full bloom. I just love being pregnant at this time of year...ugh! Kidding. Totally happy. Just wish that I felt better. I am on a stronger antibiotic, so I hope this helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will is going to be graduating from his 2's class in preschool this month. Not gonna lie, I will probably cry. All those hormones and my little baby, now big boy singing along with his class, will bring on the water works. He is already enrolled for next year and he definitely loves his school. He has made a lot of great friends and has learned and grown so much! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am already on a mission to try and find some fun activities for him to do this summer. I have found a soccertot class that I know he will love along with a swim class for my adventurous little guy. I am looking for a music or art class for him but there is not a lot offered for 3 year olds. We might join a pool that is a neighborhood over, unfortunately our little neighborhood doesn't have one. It is really expensive, so I am pondering that one because I am not sure how much we will use it. We are also planning one more vacation before #2 comes which I think will be in NC. I have gone to the Outer Banks since I was a kid and I really want to continue a tradition like this for Will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to the potty training. I used to worry so much about this. I would compare Will to other kids, like hello, why is my kid not getting it yet and others are?! I think I started trying last summer, thinking Will would catch on but he wanted nothing to do with it. Then I started it up again in the fall hoping to get Will ahead of the game in his preschool class. No go. Right around his birthday in January, I thought I have to get this down before he turns 3! I don't want my 3 year old pooping in diapers anymore! So I reached out to all my bloggy friends and even wrote a few posts about it. I followed all the steps, even read books and watched dvds. I thought for sure, he would get it. Day 1 in sucked and he didn't get it. He pooped everywhere except the potty, he hid when he peed. It was awful! Mind you I have put him on the potty since last summer almost everyday to get him used to it. Some days he would pee on it and others no. But he would always do it before bath time. I was discouraged because I thought for sure he was ready this time. I decided not to stress myself out, or compare Will or my training tactics to anyone. It wasn't fair to him or my sanity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went to Florida in April, I told myself that when we come back, I will re-focus this whole potty training thing and not put too much stress on Will. Well, all it took was the beach for Will to tell me he was ready. It seems when you are in warm weather and running around naked in your condo half the time, you will know when to go. I tell you, it was like it just clicked for him. He would run to the bathroom and just pee. I wouldn't ask him if he had to go or put pressure on him, I just wanted him to do it on his own. So that is the same approach that I took when we got home from vacation. First day, I did put him in a pull up, which he was fine with until he pooped in it. I told myself, its okay, he can do it. By 3:00 that afternoon he was in big boy underoo's and going on the potty like a champ! Pooping was definitely scary at first and he wanted to hide under the dining room table and sit on his potty and do his business, which I let him. But, he did it! I have to tell you, I cried the first time he pooped on the potty! Lew, just laughed at me. Since the first day, we have only had one accident and we are going on week 3!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for all you mommy's out there that are going through this process or thinking about this process. Don't do it until your CHILD is ready. You might be ready to get the kid out of diapers but they need to be physically and emotionally ready. Otherwise, there will be tons of accidents and you will get totally frustrated! Plus, it is so much more rewarding when they recognize that they want to start. You can do it. Don't compare yourself or your child to anyone because everyone is different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my sweet Will, you have become such a big boy and I love you always, more than air.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-8571929094359362800?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/8571929094359362800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=8571929094359362800' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/8571929094359362800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/8571929094359362800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/05/potty-training-with-little-of-this-and.html' title='Potty Training with a little of this and that . .'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-2721275099819243900</id><published>2011-05-06T16:02:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T17:28:08.194-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='florida baby'/><title type='text'>Beach Picture Over load ! ! !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hxt1NLZQ6_Q/TcRfz211IsI/AAAAAAAABw8/Xo403FT6zfo/s1600/DSCN0345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603701470213259250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tn9BqCyY5j8/TcRYzCdlP_I/AAAAAAAABuk/tpCPprZ40Kw/s400/DSCN0117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W0w5fek_zwY/TcRW7RYDDfI/AAAAAAAABuU/a0rAKNQuxcY/s1600/DSCN0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603699412632276466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-W0w5fek_zwY/TcRW7RYDDfI/AAAAAAAABuU/a0rAKNQuxcY/s400/DSCN0112.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603697984358291330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5T8DpPpL00s/TcRVoIo_l4I/AAAAAAAABtk/FB9UigCtjzg/s400/DSCN0103.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you enjoyed some of the beach pictures. We had such an amazing time! There are still more to post but this is a start. I think we took over 600 pictures! We are hoping to make it back to the beach this summer but more like NC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, baby #2 is doing great and sounding beautiful! Hearing the heart beat is music to my ears and to Will's it sounds like a choo choo train, go figure. The big reveal ultrasound is on June 6th at 8am and I cannot wait! Either way, I am just happy to have a healthy baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy weekend friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y_ZSOPaDSa8/TcRVnv7pDLI/AAAAAAAABtc/bAe-ktzt3Ck/s1600/DSCN0102.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lza74huTXAc/TcRVnJG5ERI/AAAAAAAABtU/EPOqONMt8Yw/s1600/DSCN0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-2721275099819243900?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/2721275099819243900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=2721275099819243900' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/2721275099819243900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/2721275099819243900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/05/beach-picture-over-load.html' title='Beach Picture Over load ! ! !'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hxt1NLZQ6_Q/TcRfz211IsI/AAAAAAAABw8/Xo403FT6zfo/s72-c/DSCN0345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-7328906164371136743</id><published>2011-05-03T13:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T13:41:55.861-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back . . .</title><content type='html'>I know. I have been such a slacker lately with blogging. We were sick for a week, then we went to Florida, and now I am just trying to get us back into a schedule!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to post some pictures of the vacation but there are so many to go through! Will loved the beach and would just jump right in the water without us. We are definitely going to be doing some swimming lessons this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will is officially potty trained and I could not be happier! He started to show more interest in when we were in Florida and as soon as we got back, we jumped into it. I am so proud of him because he is just doing an amazing job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pregnancy is going great, I go for a check up tomorrow and cannot wait to see how this little one is growing. Will likes to look into my belly button for the baby, total cuteness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise, pictures soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-7328906164371136743?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/7328906164371136743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=7328906164371136743' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/7328906164371136743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/7328906164371136743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/05/back.html' title='Back . . .'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-1778971696660231515</id><published>2011-04-18T12:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T12:31:53.764-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On our way to the beach ...</title><content type='html'>We are headed to florida...with bad colds but hoping the sunshine will make us better! Have a great week.&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-1778971696660231515?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/1778971696660231515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=1778971696660231515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/1778971696660231515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/1778971696660231515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/04/on-our-way-to-beach.html' title='On our way to the beach ...'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-8908975691051237756</id><published>2011-04-11T19:09:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T19:24:36.969-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picky eating'/><title type='text'>being schooled by a picky eater . . .</title><content type='html'>The picky eating is totally out of control in this house. To the point it drives me mad and to one point it doesn't because lately I have needed some predictability. Will is so picky that I can literally name all the foods he will eat....here it goes. Pretty much any cereal, lucky for me he likes the healthy ones. Blueberries Bananas Apples Raisins/Crasins , Anything that contains peanut butter, PBJ sandwiches, BBQ Baked Lays chips, Goldfish, Pretzels, Tortilla chips with salsa, Grated cheese...must not be pre-grated. ugh! French fries, Chocolate milk, Apple juice, Loves water, which I love. Donuts..yeah i know. Pasta, Yogurt sometimes, Popcorn, Cheese Chips better known as shredded from the block cheese on baked tortilla chips. That is pretty much what he eats. He hates to try new things. The other day at school, jello was brought in for them and when I picked him up, he told me it was yuck! In fact, if I am cooking something and he doesn't like it, he tells me it's too yuck to eat! Does anyone have any helpful hints on how to get kids to try new things? Do you make your child eat what you make and if they don't eat it, that's it? Any advice would be greatly appreciated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-8908975691051237756?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/8908975691051237756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=8908975691051237756' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/8908975691051237756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/8908975691051237756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/04/being-schooled-by-picky-eater.html' title='being schooled by a picky eater . . .'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-5243472698365113994</id><published>2011-04-08T10:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T10:59:19.908-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winner'/><title type='text'>And . . .</title><content type='html'>The BIG winner of the Mommy's Medicine Cabinet Giveaway is #6 ....Lindsay at Bytes of Memory! I will be emailing you soon and you have 24 hours to respond. Thanks to everyone who entered! If you are still interested in getting a bag please let me know as &lt;a href="http://www.mommysmedicinecabinet.com/"&gt;Mommy's Medicine Cabinet&lt;/a&gt; is giving a discount to all Happenings of a Bubsy readers. Also, I wanted to thank all my readers and friends for the well wishes. I really appreciate it! Happy Weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-5243472698365113994?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/5243472698365113994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=5243472698365113994' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/5243472698365113994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/5243472698365113994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/04/and.html' title='And . . .'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-8366156898586029364</id><published>2011-04-05T21:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T21:06:29.978-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='our journey to baby'/><title type='text'>Pour Your Heart Out . . . our journey towards a baby .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today, I am linking up with Shell @ Things I Can't Say to let it all out. Thanks, Shell for the link up! If you want to check out some more amazing bloggers, go check her out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thingsicantsay-shell.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592193410839855474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OYgjQskAJtw/TZt2R0hjwXI/AAAAAAAABtM/dcN3E8XjErc/s400/pouryourheartout.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As a lot of you know Lew and I have been trying to have a second child for quite some time now. It definitely has been a long road trying. My journey to mommy hood came easy with Will. I got pregnant within a month of getting off birth control and was actually quite surprised it happened so quickly! But he was a little blessing in disguise and was exactly what we needed at that time. I could not have asked for a better newborn, infant, toddler and now preschooler. He simply is an amazing little guy to us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We decided to start trying last April 2010. I thought for sure by summer time I would be pregnant and welcoming a new little addition by late winter/early spring. Obviously, that didn't happen. At first I was not discouraged to say the least. I knew if we put too much pressure on ourselves it wouldn't happen. By fall I was beginning to wonder if something was the matter with me. I became moody and just not fun to be around. Lew kept telling me, it will happen when God wants it to happen for us. I believed him to an extent because, Will definitely came when we needed him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fast forward to the New Year and a conversation Lew had with his mom, led her to sending me Polish tricks to help get pregnant and a bunch of ovulation tests and pregnancy tests. I took it all in stride because after all, I think my mom probably would have done the same thing if she were alive. So, I started taking the ovulation tests a couple days before I thought I would be ovulating because a faint line is supposed to show up if you are getting close. Well, almost a week and half of taking those stinkin' tests and not a thing was showing up. Talk about disappointment. UGH! I just pretty much said, forget it. I am not taking another stinkin' test tomorrow and I didn't. The day after that, after I had composed myself, I took another one. HOT DOG! I was finally ovulating! Later than I had ever imagined, which is why for months, nothing was happening.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lew had a really bad cold around this time and I said you better be ready tonight! Poor guy was so tired after a long day at work and to top it off a fever. But he took one for "our" little family and baby making was on. I'll spare you the details but for the next couple of days we were exhausted. I was patiently waiting for the period to come and I even started to have signs that it was. Big failure again! I was so annoyed and just plain tired of dealing with it all, I felt like giving up. That weekend I decided a little sister bonding time was in order and my sister and I had a nice long walk with the kids and then we snacked on some of my mom's famous bean dip with a couple corona's. Just what the doctor ordered for me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next day I had to train 2 clients and I just felt like crap. I came home and felt like I was going to pass out. I was dizzy and starving. Which who isn't starving when their period is coming?! Monday came along and I really started to question if i was getting the flu, which I thought Will could have brought home from school on Friday. Late on Monday, I felt like I should get a pregnancy test just to rule it out if I was in fact getting sick. Off to Target I go. I buy the pack with three tests, because who doesn't like re-assurance? Come home and go to the upstairs bathroom and take the test. I leave it on the bath tub and go away from it because I am totally tempted to stare down that sucker. Hoping if I stare long enough, I will see two lines. I come back in and what do I see? A second faint pink line! HOLY MOLY COW is what I said to myself. Then, I called down to Lew to come upstairs to double check my vision. He wasn't as positive as I was and said I should try again in the morning. Inside, I was crying and jumping for joy because I knew it had to be positive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lew left early for work the next day and I took the test when I woke up. POSITIVE and a lot MORE positive this time. I took a picture of it and sent it to him. He texted back, are you sure it's a second line. Me, ah yeah, totally sure babe. He was so happy, by the end of the day he had told his sister and his mother. I had called my sister that morning and told her and she was super excited as well. A couple of days later I told my Pape (dad) and he seemed over the moon. I felt totally blessed after my conversation with my Pape, I felt like my mom was there with him too. It was definitely a special moment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know that this baby is going to be watched over by my mom and Lew's dad forever. Because again, I feel like this little baby is a blessing, that came at just the right time for us. We are going to welcome you little one in the fall, my favoritest (just made that up) season by far! We all love you more than air little one. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;p.s. if you haven't checked out my giveaway...please come check it out. chic mommy bag filled with everything you need on the go for your little one. check it out&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/03/mommys-medicine-cabinet-review-and.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r-21fHH3rBc/TZt1--5E7iI/AAAAAAAABtE/hlPt-qU4okA/s1600/pregnantpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-8366156898586029364?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/8366156898586029364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=8366156898586029364' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/8366156898586029364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/8366156898586029364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/04/pour-your-heart-out-our-journey-towards.html' title='Pour Your Heart Out . . . our journey towards a baby .'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OYgjQskAJtw/TZt2R0hjwXI/AAAAAAAABtM/dcN3E8XjErc/s72-c/pouryourheartout.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-7767801701563187738</id><published>2011-04-04T14:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T14:47:22.234-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='circus'/><title type='text'>we did it on a whim...and he loved it !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XRGzbtRdSHE/TZoQvxVueYI/AAAAAAAABs0/-rtP_gqpsUw/s1600/whitetiger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591800300218251650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XRGzbtRdSHE/TZoQvxVueYI/AAAAAAAABs0/-rtP_gqpsUw/s400/whitetiger.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aw2VIXJxEps/TZoQvd6MKcI/AAAAAAAABss/e-q3yhvSDgs/s1600/mommywill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591800295002483138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aw2VIXJxEps/TZoQvd6MKcI/AAAAAAAABss/e-q3yhvSDgs/s400/mommywill.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bvfmzlKipwo/TZoQuwXwEuI/AAAAAAAABsk/dBIoCJiLFcM/s1600/elephant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591800282778440418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bvfmzlKipwo/TZoQuwXwEuI/AAAAAAAABsk/dBIoCJiLFcM/s400/elephant.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b8iODx4x94Y/TZoQuhCXhjI/AAAAAAAABsc/kfa2qHCiwU8/s1600/daddyandwill.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591800278662219314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b8iODx4x94Y/TZoQuhCXhjI/AAAAAAAABsc/kfa2qHCiwU8/s400/daddyandwill.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just another special event with our little man to add to the memory book.&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/4327942561689404267-7767801701563187738?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/7767801701563187738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=7767801701563187738' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/7767801701563187738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/7767801701563187738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/04/we-did-it-on-whimand-he-loved-it.html' title='we did it on a whim...and he loved it !'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XRGzbtRdSHE/TZoQvxVueYI/AAAAAAAABs0/-rtP_gqpsUw/s72-c/whitetiger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-7990501567640965822</id><published>2011-04-03T16:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T16:43:05.466-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amazing will'/><title type='text'>He Amazes Me !</title><content type='html'>I wanted to write down some things that Willsey has been up to lately and of course so I don't forget when he started doing these things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He can count to 15! Totally amazes me. He counts the stairs as he goes down and the first time he did it, I cried!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He loves salsa and hot salsa...he definitely is my child.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;As you know he is obsessed with trains. Now he repeats lines from his favorite Thomas movies. The one that gets me every time is "Sizzling fire boxes" or "I like to whistle, long and hard". Hilarious. Lew just got tickets for Thomas Day out for himself and Will. I know they will have a great time and I get to have a much needed mommy day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He loves school! Can't wait to go on Fridays. It is such a blessing because for a while there, he hated it. Now he loves going. I try and come a little early for pick up so I can see him in his class and what he is up to. I think he is the caring kid. Which I like.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our new thing at bedtime, we give smooches. Then we blow kisses and hug ourselves. It's the cutest.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He loves donuts. I mean to the point where for breakfast, he won't touch anything else. It's awful. I have tried other things but haven't had much luck. He will usually eat the fruit with whatever I give him and leave the rest. Anybody have a good whole wheat donut recipe you want to share? haha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;When we brush teeth, we sing..."back and forth like a choo choo and up and down like the sunshine." It actually works pretty well.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He definitely has a sweet tooth which you can already tell, by the donuts. He loves to make cookies with me and eat the dough. Which I can't blame him because it is so good! But, I am trying to limit his sugar to just fruits and so far we have done pretty good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He repeats just about everything and his favorite line in the car is, "watch out dude!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Willsey loves cheese but it has to be shredded from the block of cheese, not pre-shredded. He could eat cheese for a meal. This is another thing we need to work on as he is not one to try new things, at all! Any hints here? Make him eat what we are eating or nothing at all?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am hoping to post some pictures tomorrow of our circus adventure, which was so much fun! Have you checked out my &lt;a href="http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/03/mommys-medicine-cabinet-review-and.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;giveaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; with Mommy's Medicine Cabinet? You don't want to miss it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-7990501567640965822?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/7990501567640965822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=7990501567640965822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/7990501567640965822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/7990501567640965822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/04/he-amazes-me.html' title='He Amazes Me !'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-853262120467381435</id><published>2011-03-30T14:34:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T13:27:28.489-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy&apos;s medicine cabinet review'/><title type='text'>Mommy's Medicine Cabinet Review and GIVEAWAY!</title><content type='html'>I don't know about you, but life with my boy is full of cuts, scraps, bruises, broken bones, and just about anything you can imagine! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 154px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 146px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590295545695003330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8PRfaF-0nQw/TZS4Lh6ZYsI/AAAAAAAABsU/vS8Sico_po8/s400/mommy3.png" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I found out a personal training client of mine was starting her own business called, &lt;a href="http://www.mommysmedicinecabinet.com/"&gt;Mommy's Medicine Cabinet&lt;/a&gt;, I was eager to help spread the word for her. Priscilla is a busy mom of three very, active children and she is always on the go. She is like super mom! Priscilla created this company and product not only for her, but for other moms, aunts, grandmothers and caretakers that are looking for their children's best interests. I know how it can be starting your own business and getting people to support your efforts. I initially told her that I would love to do a post about her and her business and that is when she mentioned I do a giveaway and review of her product. Which I was glad to do. Mommies helping other mommies is really what it is all about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590282992622252210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i-ziMXCtJgs/TZSsw2EoMLI/AAAAAAAABr0/YCVisUkxIaM/s400/mommy1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mommysmedicinecabinet.com/"&gt;Mommy's Medicine Cabinet&lt;/a&gt; is a chic and stylish bag that has everything from Ibuprofen to bee sting swabs for moms on the go. It is so convenient for travel! I am so thankful that I now have this bag filled with products that I would normally have to buy individually when we travel. It simply is amazing and a peace of mind to me, that it is all there in one bag. When we go to Florida at the end of the month, this will be the first thing that I pack with me. When I received the bag it was in a very sturdy and secure box. Which is always nice to know that it gets to its destination without any dings or tampering. When I opened it, there was bright pink paper greeting me, which I happen to love. It was nice to know that such care was taken when packaging the bag. It really shows that Mommy's Medicine Cabinet cares not only about their products but their customers as well. The bag itself is so spacious that I will be able to put Will's vitamins and his sunblock in there as well. I plan on putting travel size Tylenol and my vitamins in there too. It's nice to be able to know where everything is when you travel, as we all know it can get hectic! Just knowing that I have everything Will might need really calms my nerves.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 154px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 146px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590293714752595890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MohIji-1jmc/TZS2g9HtZ7I/AAAAAAAABsE/HtYRm1FdkGg/s400/mommy3.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was sent the Children's Bag which is for ages between 2-6 and it retails for $59.99. A great value considering you get, Allergy medicine, Petroleum Jelly, Nasal Spray, Anti-itch cream, Thermometer and covers, Ibuprofen, Band aids, Antibiotic Ointment, Alcohol swabs, Tylenol and Bee sting swabs. Plus, it comes in this gorgeous bag! If I were to buy all these items retail it would easily cost me over $80. You are pretty much getting this beautiful bag for FREE! When we run out of a certain medicine, we just re-order it, right through Mommy's Medicine Cabinet, now how convenient is that?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590283002623525442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-A6eLBNGF0Nw/TZSsxbVHgkI/AAAAAAAABr8/glBLnKEBRWU/s400/mommy2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy's Medicine Cabinet also offers an Infant Bag, which includes all your baby needs. Diaper rash cream, baby wipes, anything a new mom might worry about and need. This bag retails for $59.99 another great deal since we know infant items can be quite expensive. There also is a Deluxe Bag that offers both the Infant and Children's items that is great for multiple kid moms. This bag retails for $79.99. Another great quality about Mommy's Medicine Cabinet is that once you get your bag you can register it at the site and get up to date, free recall information. That definitely gives me piece of mind, as Will was on Benadryl last summer and he had a horrible reaction to it, come to find out, it had just been recalled! Knowing that I can get helpful and informative information on medicine that Will takes, puts my mind at ease.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 154px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 146px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590293715592806578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6nMnGez0x0E/TZS2hAQCALI/AAAAAAAABsM/LGEKcoGhx98/s400/mommy3.png" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thanks to Priscilla and Mommy's Medicine Cabinet for allowing me to do this review and to host a giveaway for my readers. One lucky winner will win either the Infant or Children's Bag. Please leave a separate comment for each entry. Good Luck! &lt;strong&gt;Mandatory Entry&lt;/strong&gt;: Go to &lt;a href="http://www.mommysmedicinecabinet.com/"&gt;Mommy's Medicine Cabinet&lt;/a&gt; and tell me something that you read on there that is not mentioned on my review.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Extra Entries:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Like Mommy's Medicine Cabinet on Facebook&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Follow Mommy's Medicine Cabinet on Twitter...MomsMedCabinet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Follow me on Google Friend Connect &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Follow me on Twitter...bubsymomma Tweet about this giveaway... Check out this amazing giveaway from bubsymomma and MomsMedCabinet! ...one tweet per day &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The giveaway will end on Friday, April 8th at noon/est. I will pick a winner using random.org. If you are the winner I will contact you via email and you have 24 hours to respond. If I do not hear from you, then I will pick another winner. Good Luck!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-853262120467381435?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/853262120467381435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=853262120467381435' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/853262120467381435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/853262120467381435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/03/mommys-medicine-cabinet-review-and.html' title='Mommy&apos;s Medicine Cabinet Review and GIVEAWAY!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8PRfaF-0nQw/TZS4Lh6ZYsI/AAAAAAAABsU/vS8Sico_po8/s72-c/mommy3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-6790950574563071697</id><published>2011-03-30T11:50:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T12:11:07.692-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we are back'/><title type='text'>and we are back in business...finally!</title><content type='html'>I literally felt like we had just moved into this house you, know when you are waiting for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; service and you have to wait like three weeks! First we got a new laptop, which I totally love! Still getting used to the keys as they are off from my good ole' dell but still in love. Then our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; stopped working. We called the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; provider and they said it was all okay. So we go and get a new router, works for a hot second and then it cuts off! So annoyed. We finally got someone out here and all he did was switch out the modem and within 10 minutes we had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; service...so annoyingly frustrating to be without it for this long! I have been conducting all my emails from my phone and some blog posts, which was a total challenge. In other news, we have been doing a lot of things around here. Like the beach, on a cold windy day but still had fun. The circus, which was a blast and I had not been since I was a kind, so we had all sorts of fun there. Will is totally loving school and is always excited to go which pleases me because for a while there he was a bit clingy. Friday he will have his spring pictures taken at school, can't wait to see how these ones turn out! Over spring break which falls over Easter we are going to Florida, and we are all ready for a little vacation! I have already started getting beach things together and the Easter bunny has helped get some things together for Will in Florida. I also wanted to tell you about a past client of mine who has started her own business, called Mommy's Medicine Cabinet. It is a stylish bag filled with all the medicine, ointments and things that you can think of that you would need on the go. She is a busy mom of three, who are all amazing athletes, so this is was a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;genius&lt;/span&gt; idea on her part! Stay tuned because I will be doing a review and a giveaway of one of these bags and you do not want to miss your chance at getting your hands on one of them! In the mean time, go check out her&lt;a href="http://www.mommysmedicinecabinet.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;website&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;! It is so good to be back...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-6790950574563071697?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/6790950574563071697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=6790950574563071697' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/6790950574563071697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/6790950574563071697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/03/and-we-are-back-in-businessfinally.html' title='and we are back in business...finally!'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4327942561689404267.post-1837458193649140844</id><published>2011-03-27T13:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T13:12:39.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wee Sale finds...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/TY9wBOKO1DI/AAAAAAAABrg/JPuQMHmY6LU/2011-03-27%2013.07.58.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/TY9wBOKO1DI/AAAAAAAABrg/JPuQMHmY6LU/s400/2011-03-27%2013.07.58.jpg' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Ten pairs of Gap or Old Navy Shorts.  Thirteen shirts, Gap, Old Navy, or Gymboree. Plus a dino puzzle and two Thomas dvds already taken by Will. For only...$74! I just love finding a deal!&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4327942561689404267-1837458193649140844?l=ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/feeds/1837458193649140844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4327942561689404267&amp;postID=1837458193649140844' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/1837458193649140844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4327942561689404267/posts/default/1837458193649140844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ourlittlebubba.blogspot.com/2011/03/wee-sale-finds.html' title='Wee Sale finds...'/><author><name>Jenny</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122912209686749354</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/SyVQRuCs9WI/AAAAAAAAA58/9qrBcAyFOj0/S220/myfavoritepicture.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_cjBIC9aL2k0/TY9wBOKO1DI/AAAAAAAABrg/JPuQMHmY6LU/s72-c/2011-03-27%2013.07.58.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
