<?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-3712351719963030266</id><updated>2012-01-30T19:19:09.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Cravings</title><subtitle type='html'>A baby will make love stronger, days shorter, nights longer, bankroll smaller, home happier, clothes shabbier, the past forgotten, and the future worth living for.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>163</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-1510485987012098350</id><published>2010-06-09T10:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T10:50:53.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Micah 7:7</title><content type='html'>I'm learning to appreciate the small things: the ordinary. I thought of this verse bc it says that I cry out to God and wait, and God will hear me. My baby, is my evidence of Him hearing my tears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I listened to my husband and GB pillowfighting last night with Handsome boy chasing them, the laughter filled the house and my heart felt as if it were going to explode out of my chest. THESE ordinary moments are the moments it's about. The small miracles....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could live every ordinary, monotonous day for a few moments like that every day. Laughs, hugs, kisses and the tears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-1510485987012098350?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1510485987012098350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=1510485987012098350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/1510485987012098350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/1510485987012098350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2010/06/micah-77.html' title='Micah 7:7'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-7300594749176290405</id><published>2010-06-09T10:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T10:45:53.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once upon a time</title><content type='html'>I was very introspective. I guess I don't have much time to spend on those thoughts now. Perhaps surrounding myself with people constantly is a defense mechanism for me. But as I listen to Sarah Mclachlan's Good Enough this morning it creeps back in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure that many people "get" me. People see my abrasive exterior as being "sure" of myself when truely there's never been anything I've been less "sure" of. Even at my highschool reunion, these guys I considered friends were telling stories if the time they had crushes on me and me....till that day had no idea and can't understand why. I don't know what my husband sees in me. I wish I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many people I have hurt bc of my issues with myself....*sigh* &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-7300594749176290405?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7300594749176290405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=7300594749176290405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/7300594749176290405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/7300594749176290405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2010/06/once-upon-time.html' title='Once upon a time'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-5699518230415395612</id><published>2010-05-26T11:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T11:45:38.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Granpaw, tell me bout the good ole days</title><content type='html'>This past weekend, the closest equivalent that I have to a brother was married. For his remembrance table he wanted a picture by Aidan of Pawpaw. She one-upped him and made a clay figurine complete with suspenders, glasses, cane, and even juicy fruit gum in his pocket. They both cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many little girls can say that they even got to know their granddad let alone argue that they had the best one. I knew until the day He died I could call him from wherever I was and he would fly in (in his pickup) and rescue me and if there were a Dairy Queen nearby, I was getting treated to lunch and a vanilla malt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept pink finger nail polish and acetone so our nails were always fresh...and he even let us style his hair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One should be so lucky to have so many lasting memories and miss one person so much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cup runneth over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-5699518230415395612?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5699518230415395612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=5699518230415395612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/5699518230415395612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/5699518230415395612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2010/05/granpaw-tell-me-bout-good-ole-days.html' title='Granpaw, tell me bout the good ole days'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-2188867544114509087</id><published>2010-04-12T20:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T20:05:57.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You must've been a beautiful baby.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can say with pride that my boy is beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/S8PfQjNixUI/AAAAAAAAA4A/wWRRPvEeof4/s1600/april017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459452648726119746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/S8PfQjNixUI/AAAAAAAAA4A/wWRRPvEeof4/s320/april017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/S8PfIlW89fI/AAAAAAAAA34/Ip27x7oVm58/s1600/april007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459452511863502322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/S8PfIlW89fI/AAAAAAAAA34/Ip27x7oVm58/s320/april007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/S8PfEGiPFfI/AAAAAAAAA3w/yU-cluGJZ6I/s1600/april015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459452434869851634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/S8PfEGiPFfI/AAAAAAAAA3w/yU-cluGJZ6I/s320/april015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/S8Pe-_7NJvI/AAAAAAAAA3o/fIURt1-VZAQ/s1600/april009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459452347196188402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/S8Pe-_7NJvI/AAAAAAAAA3o/fIURt1-VZAQ/s320/april009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/S8Pe4wDElHI/AAAAAAAAA3g/_KGjIoFUawk/s1600/april005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459452239854998642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/S8Pe4wDElHI/AAAAAAAAA3g/_KGjIoFUawk/s320/april005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/S8PeywxbNeI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/BwfoH1fk7FA/s1600/april002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459452136970204642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/S8PeywxbNeI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/BwfoH1fk7FA/s320/april002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But I want to capture every expression, every curl, every knuckless finger in all their chubby goodness before the quickly leave me.....*tear* There are so many more but I won't bore you with too much cuteness. LOL&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/3712351719963030266-2188867544114509087?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2188867544114509087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=2188867544114509087' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/2188867544114509087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/2188867544114509087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-mustve-been-beautiful-baby.html' title='You must&apos;ve been a beautiful baby.'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/S8PfQjNixUI/AAAAAAAAA4A/wWRRPvEeof4/s72-c/april017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-5699312142586608918</id><published>2010-03-18T11:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T11:42:25.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>I think that many problems in marriage result from the fact that communication&lt;br /&gt;goes from discussing your feelings for&lt;br /&gt;each other and your dreams together to dicussing the mundane maintenance of those dreams...like finances, painting the house, doctors appts, taxes, &amp; even discussing and planning for sex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This often occurs the the points that in discussing these things, you, as a couple, forget that you're living YOUR (plural) dreams. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-5699312142586608918?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5699312142586608918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=5699312142586608918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/5699312142586608918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/5699312142586608918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2010/03/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-3923958238484486417</id><published>2010-03-18T06:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T06:17:56.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A lot on my heart</title><content type='html'>I want to give my kids the kind of foundation in church that I was given but sadly I can't get past my own hang ups with church. No matter where I go, I see them. I'm reminded time and time again that I don't go to church for the people. I'm also reminded that one can meet God anywhere, like here at my desk this morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church should be used as a source of fellowship with like minded people battling the similar issues so that you can lean on them like Bubba Gump to keep each other out of the mud. Sadly, most don't want to share those issues because they are embarrassing so instead they choose to use church as a social setting finding the gossip of peoples' prayer request to make themselves feel better about their own circumnstances. Since they choose to stay away from social settings to "avoid the devil" they bring him to church but coveting the Jones' new Toureg or Navigator and buying one themselves-only to put themselves more in debt. Unable to put food on their table because of their debt, they turn to the church-never seeing their faults or flaws. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a pastor in Iowa so put it, "I think far too many people, like my husband, don't lose their faith, but their traditions lose them. Church people can be too brash, they can be too forceful and judgmental; they can be too close-minded and far too empty of grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some people just can't stand the hypocrisy. Some people just can't stand being constantly judged for something they can't control. Some people have too many questions and don't think they can ask them. So they leave. Or rather, they are left behind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can find these things, these people on the street, people. I can find God anywhere I go. I can see the good in people other than just people that go to church-the ones that many churches cast away simply because they don't take the time to look past their ungodly deeds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lady in church said of me "I hope her sister doesn't screw up her life the way she did". One said "they shouldn't be allowed to marry in the church". Another said "How could she be so stupid." All of this was said simply because I got pregnant before I was married....even though their children had sex out of marriage before me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once perhaps the people of the church should look into their hearts at their ungodly deeds and realize that instead of ministering they are pushing people away.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you go to church?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask of you to think about who Jesus associated with. Who Jesus ministered to? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my children to use the church as a place of worship, to revere it as a place the God comes to when people cry out to Him. But I also want them to know that God is everywhere...God should be worshipped everywhere and in everything we do. I don't want them to be pushed away by knowing how the people in the church act when someone stumbles or falls because if I'm teaching them that every sin is equal in God's eyes....then we all need to take a step back and fall on our knees before Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try a little harder to look at everyone through God's eyes, including the church....but it would be nice if the church would return the favor. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-3923958238484486417?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3923958238484486417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=3923958238484486417' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/3923958238484486417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/3923958238484486417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2010/03/lot-on-my-heart.html' title='A lot on my heart'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-4276330072804212901</id><published>2010-02-16T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T12:41:44.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss blogging....</title><content type='html'>but due to the current economy, work, home and just life period.....Alice has very little time to be introspective (Thank God). I have little time to think about people outside of my circle...which at times I'm grateful. It's about time some relationships weren't one-way. I spend my time working and working and playing with my kiddos. I'm enjoying every second that I get to watch them grow up, which are fewer since I'm in bed so early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard to believe the boys are almost 1. Looking back thru these blogs makes me sad NOT ONLY realizing how fast the last year has passed....but also my pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby girl will be 8 next week....*tear* Ok I don't want to talk about it or think about it any more so I'm going to pretend like this never happened. She will always be that adorable toddler with thunder thighs and a poop-not in the top of her head that too-this-day is frightened of a vacuum cleaner. What an amazing child she is. She tells me I'm the prettiest lady in the world and she hopes she looks like me. 8 Years ago today I was begging and bargaining with God. Didn't get my wish till 8 years ago this weekend. I learned to be more SPECIFIC for what I prayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly don't know how I got so lucky....not once but twice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cup runneth over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to a party where we'll jump to our legs give out....and maybe even have some crawfish (if we're lucky).....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata and Happy Mardi Gras.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-4276330072804212901?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4276330072804212901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=4276330072804212901' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/4276330072804212901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/4276330072804212901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-miss-blogging.html' title='I miss blogging....'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-358850176434223183</id><published>2009-11-13T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T15:03:40.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>With or Without.....</title><content type='html'>Bidding farewell to my twenties....kinda bittersweet. So much has happened....I got married, became a mother, moved multiple times,met my best friend, bought a house, started 2 businesses, had another child and am now losing my ability to ever have another child. A little more than bittersweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am about to finally get my vodka, gauze and butterknife. The things I have begged my friends for when they asked "is there anything I can do?" It's kinda sad. Almost feel guilty as I would gladly trade my rotten uterus with someone just so they could have a kid. I know they would appreciate it a tad more than I. Even with all the problems I've had, the ole girl's been good to me in that regard. I will be gladly to have some relief and be able to enjoy my life at least 2 weeks out of the month and to never worry about a period or paying for "period wear" again. Maybe even lose a few pounds. And get to catch up on lifetime movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel like God would have opened this door if there wasn't a reason. It's an answered prayer even though I wish there were alternatives. And desperately wish by doing so there was a way to help someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared in a way....cause I loathe surgery. I'm scared that my heart may bleed when I see babies in the future and can't have one....but then I feel selfish for even feeling that way since I have mine. I'd feel so much better if it were benefitting someone other than me....but I guess that's a mother's curse. Guilt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-358850176434223183?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/358850176434223183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=358850176434223183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/358850176434223183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/358850176434223183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/11/with-or-without.html' title='With or Without.....'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-4380939830225616992</id><published>2009-11-03T19:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T19:52:48.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>first halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; right before i farted on my Lilah's head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SvD6IllHCFI/AAAAAAAAA24/krjpfxiLYes/s1600-h/IMG_7415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400090978650884178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SvD6IllHCFI/AAAAAAAAA24/krjpfxiLYes/s320/IMG_7415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Post costume adjustments....&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400091200721028962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SvD6Vg2wh2I/AAAAAAAAA3A/jqQiicZo6jo/s320/Superheros.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Classic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-4380939830225616992?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4380939830225616992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=4380939830225616992' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/4380939830225616992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/4380939830225616992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-halloween.html' title='first halloween'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SvD6IllHCFI/AAAAAAAAA24/krjpfxiLYes/s72-c/IMG_7415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-8252294465800659600</id><published>2009-10-13T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T19:24:02.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!</title><content type='html'>That's me screaming. I'm so frustrated and am about to shut down. How can you repeatedly ask somebody not to do something that is your decision, and they not do it and it be YOUR fault? GEEZY CREEZY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-8252294465800659600?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8252294465800659600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=8252294465800659600' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/8252294465800659600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/8252294465800659600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/10/ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='AHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-4244436159222019449</id><published>2009-10-12T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T09:20:36.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on a completely 'nother note</title><content type='html'>why do creditors call during the day? if you're at home, would you be making money to pay your bills.....I THINK NOT! goodness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-4244436159222019449?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4244436159222019449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=4244436159222019449' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/4244436159222019449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/4244436159222019449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/10/on-completely-nother-note.html' title='on a completely &apos;nother note'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-7670260821999281029</id><published>2009-10-12T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T09:17:52.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passing....</title><content type='html'>I grew up in the sticks and anyone who did knows well of the "family" you develop. People out there stick together. They may live miles apart but they are there in the tough times and are always in the background in your life....loving from afar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of those families has lost their matriarch, a dear,sweet man, who will be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kinda symbolic that my baby boy learned to wave "bye-bye" yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-7670260821999281029?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7670260821999281029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=7670260821999281029' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/7670260821999281029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/7670260821999281029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/10/passing.html' title='Passing....'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-768008759043207667</id><published>2009-10-08T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T13:56:31.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Crapp</title><content type='html'>Geez it's been ages...the short short run down is that my computer has been trying to dump on my for a while and I was trying to drain every penny I could out of it. But it just got to be too much when you're trying to run a business and all....and WOW ....that's going really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's a baby that has found his toes and well....that consumes his day. Gonna try to catch a few more pics of him today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta fix all this stuff that computer jacked up and recover a few more things from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh....and i forgot about the dog. New boxer pupper we inherited from my sister. Yep, now we have 4 males and 2 females in our house. Let's hope boys aren't as hormonal as girls, but right now it's like Eeyore and Tiger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is well with you guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-768008759043207667?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/768008759043207667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=768008759043207667' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/768008759043207667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/768008759043207667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/10/holy-crapp.html' title='Holy Crapp'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-5199288799793912482</id><published>2009-09-24T19:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T19:48:57.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Srwvf9JSOeI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/zw1XAo2k1W4/s1600-h/Picture+107a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385231480464226786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Srwvf9JSOeI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/zw1XAo2k1W4/s320/Picture+107a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-5199288799793912482?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5199288799793912482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=5199288799793912482' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/5199288799793912482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/5199288799793912482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-it.html' title='love it'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Srwvf9JSOeI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/zw1XAo2k1W4/s72-c/Picture+107a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-4754641850303396802</id><published>2009-09-21T18:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T18:48:43.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>not related....nope</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Srgs4ZWoZgI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/dC1PhPlZSV8/s1600-h/Picture+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384102701911533058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Srgs4ZWoZgI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/dC1PhPlZSV8/s320/Picture+034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SrgsvvmNlsI/AAAAAAAAA2I/GChagMxlx0A/s1600-h/Picture+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384102553263642306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SrgsvvmNlsI/AAAAAAAAA2I/GChagMxlx0A/s320/Picture+024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3712351719963030266-4754641850303396802?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4754641850303396802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=4754641850303396802' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/4754641850303396802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/4754641850303396802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-relatednope.html' title='not related....nope'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Srgs4ZWoZgI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/dC1PhPlZSV8/s72-c/Picture+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-3879764295981015501</id><published>2009-09-07T18:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T18:18:41.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SqWwou_5krI/AAAAAAAAA2A/EfVFar-vpx0/s1600-h/Picture+280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378899543821226674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SqWwou_5krI/AAAAAAAAA2A/EfVFar-vpx0/s320/Picture+280.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;my baby is getting so big....where does time go? A year ago I was finding out I was pregnant, feeling the first signs. It was an extremely stressful time....and now, my family feels complete. So much has changed.....and we're basking in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't post much or respond to people as much because I'm trying to soak up every spare second with my family.......and with a face like that, who can blaim me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/3712351719963030266-3879764295981015501?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3879764295981015501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=3879764295981015501' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/3879764295981015501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/3879764295981015501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-baby-is-getting-so-big.html' title=''/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SqWwou_5krI/AAAAAAAAA2A/EfVFar-vpx0/s72-c/Picture+280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-1816245743799743906</id><published>2009-09-02T04:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T04:31:19.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy and Blah</title><content type='html'>I'm way behind .....I've been, busy and tired and blah due to the amounts of antibiotics I'm taking I feel like I'm peeing clorox. At least no one else within 10 feet of me should get sick. I haven't felt much like talking to anyone so I've been reading instead. More crack vampire books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks 1 year of my grandfather's passing.....so. I hope he's making everyone in heaven some divinity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-1816245743799743906?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1816245743799743906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=1816245743799743906' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/1816245743799743906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/1816245743799743906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/09/busy-and-blah.html' title='Busy and Blah'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-1897327940544198915</id><published>2009-08-13T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T08:48:28.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd Annual Adopt a Grandparent</title><content type='html'>Ladies and gents we are getting ready for our second annual adopt-a-grandparent Christmas carrolling. The people loved it and touched our hearts as well....so....Come! Bring the kids! Bring your singing voice or lipsinging lips and smile!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;December 5, 2009&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Coming soon to a nursing home near you!&lt;div class="iblogger-footer"&gt;&lt;br clear="all"/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:right;font-size:10px;"&gt;[Posted with &lt;a href="http://illuminex.com/iBlogger/index.html"&gt;iBlogger&lt;/a&gt; from my iPhone]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&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/3712351719963030266-1897327940544198915?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1897327940544198915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=1897327940544198915' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/1897327940544198915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/1897327940544198915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/08/2nd-annual-adopt-grandparent.html' title='2nd Annual Adopt a Grandparent'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-9128798309564336585</id><published>2009-08-02T17:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T17:50:22.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My cup runneth over....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SnY0O0AdAhI/AAAAAAAAA14/w6F6Zs2_vk8/s1600-h/IMG_8701a"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365533435141882386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SnY0O0AdAhI/AAAAAAAAA14/w6F6Zs2_vk8/s320/IMG_8701a" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SnY0IyUXrSI/AAAAAAAAA1w/v8OT2z0JnNc/s1600-h/IMG_8600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365533331609333026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SnY0IyUXrSI/AAAAAAAAA1w/v8OT2z0JnNc/s320/IMG_8600.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3712351719963030266-9128798309564336585?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/9128798309564336585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=9128798309564336585' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/9128798309564336585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/9128798309564336585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-cup-runneth-over.html' title='My cup runneth over....'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SnY0O0AdAhI/AAAAAAAAA14/w6F6Zs2_vk8/s72-c/IMG_8701a' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-3460123346525504780</id><published>2009-07-27T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T18:51:00.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a twinkle in his eyes.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sm5Za3_MIqI/AAAAAAAAA1o/MIc7KNYlB8U/s1600-h/Picture+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363322524485296802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sm5Za3_MIqI/AAAAAAAAA1o/MIc7KNYlB8U/s320/Picture+063.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-3460123346525504780?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3460123346525504780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=3460123346525504780' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/3460123346525504780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/3460123346525504780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/07/theres-twinkle-in-his-eyes.html' title='There&apos;s a twinkle in his eyes.....'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sm5Za3_MIqI/AAAAAAAAA1o/MIc7KNYlB8U/s72-c/Picture+063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-6359392261202802895</id><published>2009-07-20T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T19:06:42.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if babies could talk....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SmUiXg6l-rI/AAAAAAAAA1g/DjJrGM9OvlI/s1600-h/IMG_0288a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360728718822472370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SmUiXg6l-rI/AAAAAAAAA1g/DjJrGM9OvlI/s320/IMG_0288a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SmUh2ylu9mI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/0yOfpri2N_Q/s1600-h/IMG_0112a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360728156631135842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SmUh2ylu9mI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/0yOfpri2N_Q/s320/IMG_0112a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dude....we're in trouble.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SmUhr4iYi-I/AAAAAAAAA1I/gTYkCTg91Vw/s1600-h/IMG_0295a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360727969249135586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SmUhr4iYi-I/AAAAAAAAA1I/gTYkCTg91Vw/s320/IMG_0295a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; laid back.....with my mind on my money.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/3712351719963030266-6359392261202802895?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6359392261202802895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=6359392261202802895' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/6359392261202802895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/6359392261202802895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-babies-could-talk.html' title='if babies could talk....'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SmUiXg6l-rI/AAAAAAAAA1g/DjJrGM9OvlI/s72-c/IMG_0288a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-2668638167205247308</id><published>2009-07-19T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T10:32:42.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiles and Push ups....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360225133189272066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SmNYW-PeEgI/AAAAAAAAA00/9mZaMo3t4ok/s320/IMG_0209a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SmNYGgspFpI/AAAAAAAAA0s/HSF7pAdlhB8/s1600-h/IMG_0182a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360224850380658322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SmNYGgspFpI/AAAAAAAAA0s/HSF7pAdlhB8/s320/IMG_0182a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3712351719963030266-2668638167205247308?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2668638167205247308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=2668638167205247308' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/2668638167205247308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/2668638167205247308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/07/smiles-and-push-ups.html' title='Smiles and Push ups....'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SmNYW-PeEgI/AAAAAAAAA00/9mZaMo3t4ok/s72-c/IMG_0209a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-1342329027948025208</id><published>2009-07-17T18:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T18:13:10.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cerebral vascular disease.....</title><content type='html'>Walter Croncite died....of cerebral vascular disease. We decided that's that scientific phrase for "old age".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We aren't any sicker, any fatter, any less healthy than our forefathers....we are more informed, more educated and possibly more apt to be hypocondriacs since we want a quick fix for everything and don't think that anyone should live with pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's that.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, people. I've been tired. I've been enjoying my time. I don't get enough time with my wonderful family and I feel, at times, like my husband and myself are passing in the wind....breezing in and out the door. Work is crazy busy with my new boss....but I want him to succeed so if you know anyone that needs anything retirement, investment or MORTGAGEwise....send them our way. I'll send you a thank you note! ha!....seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also resting up to be ready for the massive amount of painting I'm about to do.....but now I'll be able to walk home. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil man is getting so big. Me and GB watched a movie from when he was 1 day old....made me sad. He's already so big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And GB....her legs are so long I can't even pretend like she's a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerebral vascular disease is getting closer and closer every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-1342329027948025208?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1342329027948025208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=1342329027948025208' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/1342329027948025208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/1342329027948025208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/07/cerebral-vascular-disease.html' title='Cerebral vascular disease.....'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-1771544136831410021</id><published>2009-07-07T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T14:54:42.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Shut things down for a minute because....I haven't a lot of time. But I do enjoy "blogging"....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little man had his shots today. Can you believe he's two months? Me neither.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355839400637434930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SlPDjvUJDDI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Of_Ehv73nhY/s320/DSC05987a" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've since gone back to work and being enjoying Q.T. with my family....between dividing my time with them and working....I hardly have time to breath. I don't mind because this time is precious....and I intend on savoring every second.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-1771544136831410021?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1771544136831410021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=1771544136831410021' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/1771544136831410021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/1771544136831410021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-here.html' title='I&apos;m here'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SlPDjvUJDDI/AAAAAAAAA0k/Of_Ehv73nhY/s72-c/DSC05987a' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-8103299526059782191</id><published>2009-06-07T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T17:42:25.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still here....</title><content type='html'>My 28th has come and gone without a hitch...and to answer the age old question, "Yes, I do feel older". When you get to an age where what you can eat is restricted not only for weight management....it sucks. And...you know when you're old when you have a better mind to stay home and watch a movie on your birthday than go bar hopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been going good. The ole man was off last week so we spent quality family time....it was nice. I don't want him to have to go back. Heck...I don't wanna go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil man is getting big. He's staying awake more...smiling and forming his mouth to start cooing. The bad thing is that even with change of formula, he still has bad bouts of gas....but he does sleep decent at night despite it. He's a sweet baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is well with you guys...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-8103299526059782191?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8103299526059782191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=8103299526059782191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/8103299526059782191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/8103299526059782191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/06/still-here.html' title='Still here....'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-4215173562076056812</id><published>2009-06-02T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T16:53:56.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if tomorrow never comes...</title><content type='html'>Today...mother of several of my friends, who attended school with me from elementary thru college, passed away unexpectedly. She was about my mother's age and the only known precursor was a headache yesterday. As I mourn for them, as my heart aches for them....I can't help but wonder "do those that I love truly KNOW how much I love them?" The words of Garth Brooks infamous song resound in my head as I think of their pain. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Times like this make me want to hold my family and never go anywhere. I always tell my daughter..."I'll love you more than you will ever know"...I even gave her a locket engraved with those words. ...but even that will never be enough to express the sentiment if something were to happen to me.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Please keep the Grey family in your prayers...hug your family and tell them the things you can't bear for them to live without knowing.&lt;div class="iblogger-footer"&gt;&lt;br clear="all"/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:right;font-size:10px;"&gt;[Posted with &lt;a href="http://illuminex.com/iBlogger/index.html"&gt;iBlogger&lt;/a&gt; from my iPhone]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&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/3712351719963030266-4215173562076056812?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4215173562076056812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=4215173562076056812' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/4215173562076056812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/4215173562076056812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/06/if-tomorrow-never-comes.html' title='if tomorrow never comes...'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-4552017601042485453</id><published>2009-05-27T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T08:31:09.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA</title><content type='html'>Sorry...the more time I spend with my family the less I care to communicate with the outside world. Frankly, I'm just really tired of other people knowing my business and spreading the uninteresting goings on of my life...yet MY business, around to others that I don't care knowing my business. So....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note I'm pretty sure we could clothes the pygmys with the socks we chunked yesterday cleaning out the sock drawer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby's doing good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-4552017601042485453?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4552017601042485453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=4552017601042485453' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/4552017601042485453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/4552017601042485453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/05/mia.html' title='MIA'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-5399087330849926029</id><published>2009-05-17T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T19:58:48.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 2</title><content type='html'>Well...this is our last week alone. Sis gets out of school at the end of the week. One more reason I'm a little glad he was early. It gave "us" some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've moved up to over 3 oz finally! He's also eager about eating. I was starting to worry about him. Apparently they have a thing about early babies, they call it Whimpy White Boy.....apparently in in survival of the fittest White Boys are the the bottom of the totem pole. I told him to suck it up and be a man! And we're getting past it now! Now for some cereal next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he's gained some weight. His rolls are starting to inflate like creases in an air mattress....it's only a matter of time!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-5399087330849926029?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5399087330849926029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=5399087330849926029' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/5399087330849926029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/5399087330849926029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/05/week-2.html' title='Week 2'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-2122881417178338000</id><published>2009-05-14T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T19:25:38.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who couldn't kiss on THOSE cheeks?!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SgzSnUhnznI/AAAAAAAAA0c/IVeaigf5om4/s1600-h/DSC05187-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335871231493656178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SgzSnUhnznI/AAAAAAAAA0c/IVeaigf5om4/s320/DSC05187-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-2122881417178338000?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2122881417178338000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=2122881417178338000' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/2122881417178338000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/2122881417178338000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/05/who-couldnt-kiss-on-those-cheeks.html' title='Who couldn&apos;t kiss on THOSE cheeks?!!'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SgzSnUhnznI/AAAAAAAAA0c/IVeaigf5om4/s72-c/DSC05187-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-7004704566043288411</id><published>2009-05-12T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T18:23:40.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A week later and whaa laa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SgogvCNUQGI/AAAAAAAAA0M/74Y4qvYlFdo/s1600-h/DSC05145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335112700992438370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SgogvCNUQGI/AAAAAAAAA0M/74Y4qvYlFdo/s320/DSC05145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's got eyes....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335112882602641634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sgog5mwkCOI/AAAAAAAAA0U/bX1uU7pMvnc/s320/DSC05143-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Laid back, with my mind on ma' money and ma' money on my mind.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-7004704566043288411?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7004704566043288411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=7004704566043288411' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/7004704566043288411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/7004704566043288411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/05/week-later-and-whaa-laa.html' title='A week later and whaa laa'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SgogvCNUQGI/AAAAAAAAA0M/74Y4qvYlFdo/s72-c/DSC05145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-394720926585849936</id><published>2009-05-12T08:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T08:26:58.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama gonna knock me out....</title><content type='html'>So Saturday night I was talking (with my hands like I do) and my daughter walks up, interrupts and proceeds to tell me what I did wrong (because as a parent it's always what you did wrong)....I continued my conversation after telling her not to interrupt two adults and then it happened. We all heard something small hit the floor. After a moment we realized that it was her tooth. I had KNOCKED it OUT! OMG! I felt so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She even wrote the toothfairy a letter stating that I knocked it out (note: it was really loose).  Our guest were telling her to tell her teacher that I knocked it out. We begged and pleaded that what happens in Home stays at Home ...we don't need DHS lingering around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson: If you talk with your hands be mindful of children with loose teeth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-394720926585849936?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/394720926585849936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=394720926585849936' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/394720926585849936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/394720926585849936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/05/mama-gonna-knock-me-out.html' title='Mama gonna knock me out....'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-6358308636288417966</id><published>2009-05-11T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:29:30.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, boys and girls....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SgiKfFTuJ9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/fEXZ2ITZaMo/s1600-h/DSC05036-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334666025225824210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SgiKfFTuJ9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/fEXZ2ITZaMo/s320/DSC05036-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That is a smile...well...the end of a smile. And he laughs out loud! I get to keep him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-6358308636288417966?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6358308636288417966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=6358308636288417966' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/6358308636288417966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/6358308636288417966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/05/yes-boys-and-girls.html' title='Yes, boys and girls....'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SgiKfFTuJ9I/AAAAAAAAA0E/fEXZ2ITZaMo/s72-c/DSC05036-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-4027287396174286254</id><published>2009-05-11T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T13:26:37.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me just say...</title><content type='html'>I LOVED the labor and delivery nurses....LOVED them. I love the nursery nurses. But if you are a new mom or know a new mom who delivers at Women's Hospital, please, please,please listen to your mom, mil, or friends about after care for &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;. Not once did anyone inform me about a sitz bath, the lamp, massaging the uterus, breast care....not once did they check. Thank God that I already knew.....but had I not I would have missed out on some valuable stuff those first couple days....and first week. Please, please, ask!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-4027287396174286254?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4027287396174286254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=4027287396174286254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/4027287396174286254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/4027287396174286254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/05/let-me-just-say.html' title='Let me just say...'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-30075387108414372</id><published>2009-05-10T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:20:26.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The first week.....</title><content type='html'>This week has been nuts.  Although my body is recovering well....my mind is dragging a little. I've had a house full of people since Thurday and as much as I love them......"fish and company".... I'm tired. I need to rest. But .....I don't think I realized that every oppertunity to rest, I feel like I'm stealing time from my other child. She's done wonderful but is now starting to realize the time that a baby takes....and take attention from her (even though she still gets plenty). She doesn't understand the recovery process for my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for him...he's good. He gave us that little scare at the beginning not breathing well. He had lost weight as his follow-up but had gained 1.5oz at the next follow-up. He's considered a preemie. Yes, he's small but he's not small at the same time. Had he been any later he would have been huge.  He's already getting more alert, turning his head toward voices...following conversation. Never thought I'd have a "little" baby. It's kinda nice. I think that's what's made recovery easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm anxious to start excercising again. Didn't realize how much I've become dependent on walking as an outlet, as "me" time. I'm looking forward to getting back into that routine. I'll slap little man into the stroller and roll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...I hope everyone else has been good while I've been MIA! I'll be posting more pics soon as I get up to speed. For now...I'm going to catch up on the rest I've missed for the last week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-30075387108414372?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/30075387108414372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=30075387108414372' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/30075387108414372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/30075387108414372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-week.html' title='The first week.....'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-854815255563522730</id><published>2009-05-06T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T11:39:46.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These moments are few....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SgHZSeZ55UI/AAAAAAAAAz8/AuzC-5FoXSw/s1600-h/DSC04984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332782345205966146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SgHZSeZ55UI/AAAAAAAAAz8/AuzC-5FoXSw/s320/DSC04984.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are enjoying our first days home. Thank you for all your thoughts and prayers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-854815255563522730?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/854815255563522730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=854815255563522730' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/854815255563522730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/854815255563522730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/05/these-moments-are-few.html' title='These moments are few....'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SgHZSeZ55UI/AAAAAAAAAz8/AuzC-5FoXSw/s72-c/DSC04984.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-2650466157369617375</id><published>2009-05-05T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T03:58:23.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my beautiful boy</title><content type='html'>It's going home day. I have to say this labor and delivery was much easier. Of course two pounds makes a huge difference when natural. The whole "new baby" experience is so surreal....even the second time. I imagine even the thirteenth time....&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'm up and at them with the anticipation of seeing my son for the first time since last night as well as the swelling and gas that's just kicked in along with lack of meds since 10 last night...hello, nurse!??&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'm excited to go home and have a bunch of firsts today....this week. I'm ready to start our lives together. &lt;div class="iblogger-footer"&gt;&lt;br clear="all"/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:right;font-size:10px;"&gt;[Posted with &lt;a href="http://illuminex.com/iBlogger/index.html"&gt;iBlogger&lt;/a&gt; from my iPhone]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&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/3712351719963030266-2650466157369617375?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2650466157369617375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=2650466157369617375' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/2650466157369617375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/2650466157369617375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-beautiful-boy.html' title='my beautiful boy'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-2513075759396449775</id><published>2009-05-02T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T03:20:56.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we are here</title><content type='html'>Came to the hospital at about 10....they checked and wham! 3 cm and 80% and at 3 we were at 5cm so they have got my epidural ok the way. It's kinda bittersweet knowing these are my last moments of pregnancy .....&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'm now probably well at 7 with water broken and epidural....just waiting. I can't sleep because I still hurt and it's like Christmas! .....&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Prayers and walking worked!&lt;div class="iblogger-footer"&gt;&lt;br clear="all"/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:right;font-size:10px;"&gt;[Posted with &lt;a href="http://illuminex.com/iBlogger/index.html"&gt;iBlogger&lt;/a&gt; from my iPhone]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&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/3712351719963030266-2513075759396449775?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2513075759396449775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=2513075759396449775' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/2513075759396449775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/2513075759396449775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-are-here.html' title='we are here'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-8021566089597117964</id><published>2009-05-01T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T06:59:51.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I'm dialated and effaced but just enough to piss ya off and not enough for them to keep ya. I guess the exam set me off having contractions yesterday so I tried to walk him out.....about 8 miles worth. Got some good sun and exercise but no baby. Maybe....I'm praying I did make progress though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...."If at first you don't succeed".....I'm trying again today. My hubby is going out of town for the day tomorrow....and I just know that as soon as he leaves.....haha! That would figure for him to have to turn around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to get a pedicure and groceries....and spend my two gift cards. One is for Vickie's Secrets (not that I have any secrets right now) and the other is for Babies R US......ha! Then I'm going to walk walk walk walk walk walk....at least with all this walking I can eat whatever I crave, right? Say a lil prayer. I prefer specific ones...like that my water breaks would be a great one....or that I start contracting really really good. I really don't wanna work for a while it's too pretty outside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-8021566089597117964?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8021566089597117964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=8021566089597117964' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/8021566089597117964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/8021566089597117964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/05/so-im-dialated-and-effaced-but-just.html' title=''/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-823452749684659575</id><published>2009-04-30T04:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T04:14:34.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>I walked....and walked last night. I made 2 of my regular rounds which is about 8 miles. I did the deed....and I was up almost all night (literally) praying.....for news. I'm exhausted. Say a little prayer for baby Twitchy today. I'll holler at you guys after my appt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-823452749684659575?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/823452749684659575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=823452749684659575' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/823452749684659575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/823452749684659575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/04/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-4651622707217367453</id><published>2009-04-29T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T06:58:06.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think he just burped....</title><content type='html'>Not sure what else that could've been....&lt;div class="iblogger-footer"&gt;&lt;br clear="all"/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:right;font-size:10px;"&gt;[Posted with &lt;a href="http://illuminex.com/iBlogger/index.html"&gt;iBlogger&lt;/a&gt; from my iPhone]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&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/3712351719963030266-4651622707217367453?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4651622707217367453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=4651622707217367453' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/4651622707217367453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/4651622707217367453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-think-he-just-burped.html' title='I think he just burped....'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-9212244057272934052</id><published>2009-04-29T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T06:57:21.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't start calling yet</title><content type='html'>I've been a little busy. Last minutes touches of boiling bottles and washing clothes. I've been installing catseats and trying to wear myself out enough to sleep every night....but my brain just won't turn off (kinda an oxymoron being that it won't work when I want it to). I've been cleaning and walking and walking and cleaning. Trying to get in a little extra alone time with hubby and GB. I've taken a couple sets of bridal portraits that I've had fun playing with...but that's relaxing for me!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So.... I go to the dr. Tomorrow at 10. I get swabbed(whoohoo). I'm going to beg and possibly even cry (without waterproof mascara for full affect) to get my sonogram because I seriously think this kid is huge. I just need some peace of mind so I can get a few more days of sleep....God willing. I'd really love for him to say "the walking is really paying off...you are 100% effaced and 3 cm dialated. And this..is what my very few dreams consist of these days...the nightmares are of an emergency section after a long grueling labor because he won't fit.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So say a little prayer for me in the morning and I'll wish all these hormones on those of you trying! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;By the way, if you haven't checked out Jen at Traversal of Life's Etsy, you should really go buy something and tell everyone you know simply because it rocks. And if you don't, I'm gonna be broke because I have a hard time NOT clicking on "purchase". I'm just sayin'&lt;div class="iblogger-footer"&gt;&lt;br clear="all"/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:right;font-size:10px;"&gt;[Posted with &lt;a href="http://illuminex.com/iBlogger/index.html"&gt;iBlogger&lt;/a&gt; from my iPhone]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&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/3712351719963030266-9212244057272934052?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/9212244057272934052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=9212244057272934052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/9212244057272934052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/9212244057272934052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/04/don-start-calling-yet.html' title='Don&amp;#39;t start calling yet'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-972033254834068818</id><published>2009-04-24T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T06:53:30.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anticipation</title><content type='html'>Anyone that knows me knows how impatient I am. I love buying people presents but hate keeping secrets and&lt;br/&gt;Would just as soon to buy them another gift than withhold from them for week. I did do better at Christmas but it was hard!!!! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Well...we're down to counting days and I can't help but as I pack my bag...with more shit than it will ever require to anticipate any little thing. I've even got infant Tylenol, motrin &amp; gas drops. I've got blankets and bibs and burp cloths. I've got socks that wouldn't fit on Twitchy's big toe....and I've got only a slight idea of what this baby will look like with even less of an idea when exactly he will be here....and that is driving me batty! Seriously....A hint would be nice! Due dates/smoo dates!!!&lt;div class="iblogger-footer"&gt;&lt;br clear="all"/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:right;font-size:10px;"&gt;[Posted with &lt;a href="http://illuminex.com/iBlogger/index.html"&gt;iBlogger&lt;/a&gt; from my iPhone]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&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/3712351719963030266-972033254834068818?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/972033254834068818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=972033254834068818' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/972033254834068818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/972033254834068818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/04/anticipation.html' title='Anticipation'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-3295203767008725635</id><published>2009-04-22T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T07:46:09.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>guess that body part</title><content type='html'>Wait...wait...that's got to be a chin....surely...and that would be his no-azz-at-tol and wait for it....heck I don't know....that looks and feels like a gate cone and there it goes across the entire stomach (how does he move so quick with so little room?) .....I think be sticks his bum in the air foe us to pat! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This is fun AND uncomfortable! But at least it's entertaining!&lt;div class="iblogger-footer"&gt;&lt;br clear="all"/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:right;font-size:10px;"&gt;[Posted with &lt;a href="http://illuminex.com/iBlogger/index.html"&gt;iBlogger&lt;/a&gt; from my iPhone]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&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/3712351719963030266-3295203767008725635?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3295203767008725635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=3295203767008725635' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/3295203767008725635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/3295203767008725635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/04/guess-that-body-part.html' title='guess that body part'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-6343335170835862170</id><published>2009-04-21T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T11:10:57.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The last weeks</title><content type='html'>Nesting, exhaustion and an extreme brain fog have surrounded my world in the last few weeks. I have an immense desire to get everything done "right now" but little energy to do so, therefore I'm running myself into the ground. For those people that say sleep while you can, that time has passed. Even on benedryl I cannot sleep...rest at best. It's a wonder I'm not delusional.....(no comments required). &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'm pretty sure I have everything I need. If he arrived tomorrow he wouldn't be lacking and his mama might love him even more! Ha! I do need to each another load of baby stuff....maybe tonite. I need to clean the house a little more. Is it possible to get ahead so when you fall behind you're still not behind? ....danggit....I didn't think so.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I've got GB's gift for him to give we at hospital...should be in today. I've got all baby gear assembled and bags packed. Gonna put them in thee trunk tonite! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I plan on trying to walk him out over next few weeks. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="iblogger-footer"&gt;&lt;br clear="all"/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:right;font-size:10px;"&gt;[Posted with &lt;a href="http://illuminex.com/iBlogger/index.html"&gt;iBlogger&lt;/a&gt; from my iPhone]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&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/3712351719963030266-6343335170835862170?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6343335170835862170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=6343335170835862170' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/6343335170835862170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/6343335170835862170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/04/last-weeks.html' title='The last weeks'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-7730806122468920088</id><published>2009-04-20T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T18:48:37.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New pics....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Se0l1bX8B-I/AAAAAAAAAz0/73mKvS2Ing0/s1600-h/DSC04042-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Se0l1bX8B-I/AAAAAAAAAz0/73mKvS2Ing0/s320/DSC04042-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326955534060619746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Se0lawKNCbI/AAAAAAAAAzs/dDfz93FG1Gg/s1600-h/DSC04002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Se0lawKNCbI/AAAAAAAAAzs/dDfz93FG1Gg/s320/DSC04002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326955075783690674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Se0lamuKvHI/AAAAAAAAAzk/EEhv6MO5-lY/s1600-h/DSC04000-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Se0lamuKvHI/AAAAAAAAAzk/EEhv6MO5-lY/s320/DSC04000-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326955073250180210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Se0laTrCXrI/AAAAAAAAAzc/mvJZgulPYek/s1600-h/DSC03998-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Se0laTrCXrI/AAAAAAAAAzc/mvJZgulPYek/s320/DSC03998-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326955068136775346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Se0laKn9UFI/AAAAAAAAAzU/YtlXlPdBzEI/s1600-h/DSC03982-3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Se0laKn9UFI/AAAAAAAAAzU/YtlXlPdBzEI/s320/DSC03982-3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326955065707941970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Se0lZ2mWh0I/AAAAAAAAAzM/djGlci47dng/s1600-h/DSC03982-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Se0lZ2mWh0I/AAAAAAAAAzM/djGlci47dng/s320/DSC03982-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326955060332496706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my baby is growing up....too fast....I'm sad.*tear*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-7730806122468920088?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7730806122468920088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=7730806122468920088' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/7730806122468920088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/7730806122468920088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-pics.html' title='New pics....'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Se0l1bX8B-I/AAAAAAAAAz0/73mKvS2Ing0/s72-c/DSC04042-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-2551728984976942589</id><published>2009-04-19T06:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T06:10:19.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday ...</title><content type='html'>My friends threw a beautiful shower for me. It was truly wonderful. We had some delicious food and wonderful gifts. My sweet mother in law even got her son a present....I'm just kidding....she got me a gift card to Victoria's Secret for a time when I need a good push-up bra again. ha! It was fun to see his face when I told him it was for him.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I ate too much, didn't get to talk to everyone enough, and couldn't possibly say thank you too many times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My SCB was trying to make me cry when she was leaving, but she truly doesn't understand that if I cry my eyes get the size of grapefruits and stay that way for at least 12 hours....so I have to channel my frustrations into something else. haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to walk A LOT today. I ate a lot of cookies and stuff yesterday......and they were oh so good. You ever wonder how someone can make something out of a mix and it taste NOTHING like the SAME mix you bought/made??? They must have the magic touch. And Stacey, I haven't your self control right now. Danggit! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-2551728984976942589?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2551728984976942589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=2551728984976942589' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/2551728984976942589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/2551728984976942589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/04/yesterday.html' title='Yesterday ...'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-4288141771192342168</id><published>2009-04-17T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T07:16:52.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain vs Comfort</title><content type='html'>If something caused you pain or distress, would you do it anyway? I have found that I will. Not only will I have a second child knowing how painful labor was the first time...and still be scared to death of it.....&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I will get a sugarfree strawberry shake for a second night in a row knowing how much intestinal distress the first one caused due to my lactose intolerance.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It's like eating Mexican with extreme acid reflux....but it's so good going in, right? &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;....the things we'll do for comfort that cause discomfort....hmmmm&lt;div class="iblogger-footer"&gt;&lt;br clear="all"/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:right;font-size:10px;"&gt;[Posted with &lt;a href="http://illuminex.com/iBlogger/index.html"&gt;iBlogger&lt;/a&gt; from my iPhone]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&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/3712351719963030266-4288141771192342168?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4288141771192342168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=4288141771192342168' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/4288141771192342168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/4288141771192342168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/04/pain-vs-comfort.html' title='Pain vs Comfort'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-7045862950819544117</id><published>2009-04-15T17:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T17:21:58.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My big baby...A Walk Down Memory Lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A couple favorites.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SeZ5h7qSm5I/AAAAAAAAAyY/hGeZ3RNoEe4/s1600-h/DSC03349.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SeZ5h7qSm5I/AAAAAAAAAyY/hGeZ3RNoEe4/s320/DSC03349.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325077233269906322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SeZ5cVQwDDI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/3XW8mQqz8uk/s1600-h/DSC00934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SeZ5cVQwDDI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/3XW8mQqz8uk/s320/DSC00934.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325077137062890546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SeZ5V9LQhOI/AAAAAAAAAyI/qloP1YuAraY/s1600-h/aidan+in+the+park+%236-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SeZ5V9LQhOI/AAAAAAAAAyI/qloP1YuAraY/s320/aidan+in+the+park+%236-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325077027518186722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SeZ5SKNn1eI/AAAAAAAAAyA/KKcY1QMZXHE/s1600-h/aidan+in+the+park-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SeZ5SKNn1eI/AAAAAAAAAyA/KKcY1QMZXHE/s320/aidan+in+the+park-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325076962298287586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My all time favorite......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SeZ5N8-_g0I/AAAAAAAAAx4/FVGRq1urArI/s1600-h/aidan+mai-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SeZ5N8-_g0I/AAAAAAAAAx4/FVGRq1urArI/s320/aidan+mai-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325076890027787074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I'm going to cry.....&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/3712351719963030266-7045862950819544117?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7045862950819544117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=7045862950819544117' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/7045862950819544117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/7045862950819544117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-big-babya-walk-down-memory-lane.html' title='My big baby...A Walk Down Memory Lane'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SeZ5h7qSm5I/AAAAAAAAAyY/hGeZ3RNoEe4/s72-c/DSC03349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-5318996934155593389</id><published>2009-04-15T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T06:51:55.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Venture</title><content type='html'>I would say a new venture but it's nothing new...perhaps it'll just be more frequently visited. I have gotten out of the habit as Betty fell into but for years we have loved taking pics. And now...we have finally decided to start doing it as a business and put a plan in motion! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I started taking them after GB's got lost and kept turning out looking like a child I didn't know. She was always tired or too posed. I hate posed pics! Some of my favorites of her over the years have bee taken by me and are proudly displayed all over my house! And the part I love it that I didn't have to pay out the wazoo. That's part of our niche. Not charging buttloads of moolah so people can afford to get pics taken more often. I know DH has some great little models that I can't wait to photograph! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'm excited because we now have a couple brides to use as lab rats and a couple little men! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;There will be more exciting news to come on this project! Stay tuned!&lt;div class="iblogger-footer"&gt;&lt;br clear="all"/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:right;font-size:10px;"&gt;[Posted with &lt;a href="http://illuminex.com/iBlogger/index.html"&gt;iBlogger&lt;/a&gt; from my iPhone]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&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/3712351719963030266-5318996934155593389?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5318996934155593389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=5318996934155593389' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/5318996934155593389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/5318996934155593389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/04/venture.html' title='A Venture'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-4103080511321768530</id><published>2009-04-13T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T09:18:07.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously....</title><content type='html'>I think the Easter bunny is truly, innately evil. I think his goal is to make mom's fat. Why ya gotta bring chocolate? Huh? Why can't it be the cheap, waxy tasting stuff....the kids don't care. Really. Don't you know we're hormonal? (and NO I didn't buy it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about dropping it with a homeless person that needs the caloric intake. Seriously....or if anyone has Lindsay Lohan or Kate Moss' address.....i'm jus' sayin'....they need snacks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more reason why we are currently a fat nation....replacing boiled eggs with plastic, stuffed eggs and hiding them too easy. But...maybe the latter is affects of lead poisoning making us all a little stupid. Hmmm......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-4103080511321768530?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4103080511321768530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=4103080511321768530' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/4103080511321768530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/4103080511321768530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/04/seriously.html' title='Seriously....'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-1619336042709472433</id><published>2009-04-12T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T15:05:59.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prize Pig?</title><content type='html'>I wonder what part of having a belly inhabited by another classifies one as another species? Why do people automatically assume it's ok to group and categorize you with others LIKE you or with a .....prize pig?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several times this week, I've heard...."You pregnant people". I looked around and saw no other pregnant people. Hmmm....That day "we" were all getting coffee and wearing red. Is it politically correct to say...."you fat people are all wearing green today.", or "you homely people"....I just don't get it. I don't get asking people their weight or size or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was told to WALK in front of a window so someone that I DON'T know can see "how big" I've gotten. WTH? Am I a prize pig? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready for this shit to be over. I'm tired of people assuming "pregnant people" are less of a person....and without feelings as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-1619336042709472433?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1619336042709472433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=1619336042709472433' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/1619336042709472433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/1619336042709472433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/04/prize-pig.html' title='Prize Pig?'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-6948872034941475528</id><published>2009-04-12T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T05:53:54.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoppy Easter</title><content type='html'>This long weekend has been a short/busy one. We spent the wkend readying for SCB's shower and shopping. It was nice but wears me out these days!!! My prayers go out to Too Short's family with the loss of their loved one. My God comfort them and give them peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit here, I'm explaining why the Easter bunny comes. I told her that the Easter bunny brings her presents to remind her of THE present God gave us. The Easter bunny is glad that GB likes clothing items. It's nice to get something they not only like...but also need! Whoohoo for the Easter bunny finding Amazon. (jus' sayin')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is my shower! Yay! Things are coming together just as I'm starting to fall apart. Maybe the next weekend I can res....nope, not then either. I'm taking a big ole' nap today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-6948872034941475528?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6948872034941475528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=6948872034941475528' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/6948872034941475528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/6948872034941475528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/04/hoppy-easter.html' title='Hoppy Easter'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-1287900076720716669</id><published>2009-04-09T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T11:42:26.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"son"</title><content type='html'>Someone asked me about my "son" ...although the term "boy" has become familiar to me, I had to do a double take at "your son". MY son? Yes. I'm about to have a rough and tumbly bundle of joy. That will be an adjustment from petite, perfect, particular, princessy girly things. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;From dislodging barbie shoes from my feet to dislodging legos, it's sure to be an adventure.&lt;div class="iblogger-footer"&gt;&lt;br clear="all"/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:right;font-size:10px;"&gt;[Posted with &lt;a href="http://illuminex.com/iBlogger/index.html"&gt;iBlogger&lt;/a&gt; from my iPhone]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&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/3712351719963030266-1287900076720716669?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1287900076720716669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=1287900076720716669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/1287900076720716669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/1287900076720716669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/04/someone-asked-me-about-my-son.html' title='&amp;quot;son&amp;quot;'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-8465570034104900266</id><published>2009-04-09T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T08:15:05.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky</title><content type='html'>One lucky person is going to be the recipient of all mine &amp; BB's maternity garments....soon. It's gonna be a post pardem drive-by while I hurl them out of my site! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Anyone need or know someone that needs or is cheap, send them my way. Seriously, give them my email. If they are nice, I'll hand the bags to them!&lt;div class="iblogger-footer"&gt;&lt;br clear="all"/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:right;font-size:10px;"&gt;[Posted with &lt;a href="http://illuminex.com/iBlogger/index.html"&gt;iBlogger&lt;/a&gt; from my iPhone]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&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/3712351719963030266-8465570034104900266?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8465570034104900266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=8465570034104900266' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/8465570034104900266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/8465570034104900266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/04/lucky.html' title='Lucky'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-2311122156337844098</id><published>2009-04-09T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T04:17:18.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am a hormonal mess....thank God I have a long weekend. I need to recoop and hunt some Easter Eggs (while trying to stay out of the Easter chocolate).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love me some peanut butter cups.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-2311122156337844098?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2311122156337844098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=2311122156337844098' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/2311122156337844098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/2311122156337844098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-am-hormonal-mess.html' title=''/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-8809383524629794405</id><published>2009-04-05T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T18:10:17.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Momentos.....</title><content type='html'>In my room sits a drafting table that my great uncle used to keep records of his cattle on and in, an upright piano that my grandmother helped purchase for me to take piano lessons, a chair that belonged to my great grandmother that died of cancer when I was 6 weeks old, and a stone with a butterfly carved into it purchased by my husband for me while we were dating as a happy....and it made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look around my life and find momentos. Momentos of another time and place that brings back memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to pass on these momentos to my children, teaching them their heritage thru my memories....and leaving them with momentos of their own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to make a lifetime full of memories for them and with them....and that the momentos of these memories that we make....remind them to be happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-8809383524629794405?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8809383524629794405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=8809383524629794405' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/8809383524629794405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/8809383524629794405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/04/momentos.html' title='Momentos.....'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-9049493173289705633</id><published>2009-04-04T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T13:31:05.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No cooking before coffee</title><content type='html'>"F" is for Fire extinguisher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't have one, or have used yours, get one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my absent-minded pregnantness had apparently in my benedryl haze placed a crawfish plate full of french bread in the oven to get it off the counter. Needless to say in my hangover this morning, I'm making monkey bread for our guest, jamming out to Neil Diamond when I smell something strange. I say "What is ....". My husband responds with a smart azz remark so I dropped it. A few minutes later the hound dog sniffer alarm goes off again.....I open the oven to see smoke billowing out. We had fired up the fire extinguisher dad brought a while back since our kitchen eyes are jacked up so were at a loss for what to do aside from spraying water into the oven. Luckily our guest is a policeman and responds much better than we do under pressure. Not sure what he did while hubby and I are running around looking for a means to put out the fire....but he calmly says...."It's out"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it was. While Neil Diamond sang Sweet Caroline, I told my daughter to get out of the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent hours this morning wiping and washing and cleaning. Well, I WAS going to just tell everyone I was too tired tonite but it got done. If you come by and the house smells a little.....smokey ....remember, don't put things in the oven that don't go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still got to eat the monkey bread. Didn't taste like burnt plastic either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-9049493173289705633?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/9049493173289705633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=9049493173289705633' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/9049493173289705633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/9049493173289705633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-cooking-before-coffee.html' title='No cooking before coffee'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-515692411961248253</id><published>2009-04-04T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T05:51:57.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful</title><content type='html'>Yesterday a college buddy of ours came into town. It is so awesome to have kept in touch with him for so......long but sadly we don't get to see him enough. Our kids have lots of Uncles and Aunts, by the grace of college. We look forward to every short visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so great to see him and eat some crawfish. We've known him for ten years now, he is part of the reason we are together. He kinda, nudged us....and when he comes it reminds us of those old feelings toward each other. Plus...I think he loves our daughter as much as we do, having known both of us prior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's nice being able to share people like him with our kids. People to pass on our memories, should something happen and people to recall memories that make us smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-515692411961248253?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/515692411961248253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=515692411961248253' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/515692411961248253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/515692411961248253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/04/wonderful.html' title='Wonderful'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-4147639115000634852</id><published>2009-04-02T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T17:59:49.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32 wk appt was today. Whoohoo I have a bladder infection. My BP was 100/60 which is high for me....but he's growing, ask my bladder. No worries. Apparently, your uterus is like a big muscle and can bruise from the constant jabbing. Interesting.....I'm doing good on weight gain. Still walking. Slower...more of a waddle but slow on the swelling as well. Hope to keep it like that.....feel much better this go round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having contractions and back throbbing. Ugh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get his closet cleaned out last weekend! That's a plus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I treated myself to a strawberry shake. My hubby is making some more homemade french bread that he made for the funeral last weekend. I may have to share the super easy recipe. Yum....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And going back in 2 weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-4147639115000634852?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4147639115000634852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=4147639115000634852' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/4147639115000634852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/4147639115000634852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/04/update-32-wk-appt-was-today.html' title=''/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-2626279088130559232</id><published>2009-04-01T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T11:52:14.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>full</title><content type='html'>I'm full, up to here *pointing to eyeballs*. I'm tired, contracting, my hips hurt, did I mention I'm tired?  I'm hungry all the time but get full and overflowing too soon....this is the part that makes you think twice...or 7 years before having another kid.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;On the flip side, although painful it's comforting to feel his movements and fun to watch him dance when GB speaks.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I've been busy filling out forms: preregistration forms, medical leave forms, and soon bulk thank u notes....&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'm pooped. I want a nap...now  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="iblogger-footer"&gt;&lt;br clear="all"/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:right;font-size:10px;"&gt;[Posted with &lt;a href="http://illuminex.com/iBlogger/index.html"&gt;iBlogger&lt;/a&gt; from my iPhone]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&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/3712351719963030266-2626279088130559232?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2626279088130559232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=2626279088130559232' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/2626279088130559232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/2626279088130559232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/04/full.html' title='full'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-905979784996909968</id><published>2009-03-27T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:00:06.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thru good and thru bad, for better or worse</title><content type='html'>I've realized over time that marriage isn't a fairytale. They leave out that not only the ogre has smelly breath and stinky feet! &lt;br/&gt;They leave out the part about the princess having hormonal rages 2 weeks out of the month....&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;They didn't mention that there wouldn't be a literal castle, dwarfs to paint the "castle" and animals that magically do the laundry (and we didn't consider their lack of opposable thumbs in our dream).&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But despite all the misgivings, there are still some of us that desperately cling to those memories of the first few weeks when the butterflies in your stomach could've turned you into a hovercraft and the photographic blur around your love covered their imperfections like beer goggles. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;We also learn to build on those memories of "the beginning". Some of the stones that we use are heavy, made painful blisters that eventually turned to calluses making it easier to endure the hard times, like your "love" contracting the screaming shits virus going around or the birth of a new baby, after the sleep deprivation and depression sets in.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Some of the stones are the light, joyful stones-equally sound in their composition and durability, the stones that represent the surreal experiences that were happy, life altering events like your wedding day, closing on your first home or the day your child was born. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Time and day-to-day routine can eat at the memories and try to drive a wedge into the stones to make you forget why you are where you are and why you at with your love to begin with. It's not always intentional....but if you're not building and revitalizing then it's breaking down. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Sometimes we need memory joggers, be it a scene in a movie that reminds us of finding love, a book that reminds us of the surreal moments, or a couple, going through diificult times, that you see and your heart goes out to because seeing them dug up memories of the whens and whys. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;We need time to revitalize.... to build our castle of memories, of the lifetime that we planned, and other things we didn't plan but will endure.... We need times to remember how we got this far and why we started on this fairytale path to begin with without the pollen from the wildflowers clouding our senses.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So...here's to a Sunday kind of love and taking it back to where it all began. Here's to a castle built on a lifetime of memories to leave our children with a rich inheritance....knowing that we not only did it for them but out of love for one another. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;May we never forget that.&lt;div class="iblogger-footer"&gt;&lt;br clear="all"/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:right;font-size:10px;"&gt;[Posted with &lt;a href="http://illuminex.com/iBlogger/index.html"&gt;iBlogger&lt;/a&gt; from my iPhone]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&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/3712351719963030266-905979784996909968?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/905979784996909968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=905979784996909968' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/905979784996909968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/905979784996909968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/thru-good-and-thru-bad-for-better-or.html' title='Thru good and thru bad, for better or worse'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-3357186013467890440</id><published>2009-03-27T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T10:56:15.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace</title><content type='html'>After almost 7 years of fighting and almost a week off of life support, my best friend's brother has make his arduous trek home to meet his saviour. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Jeffrey, you've fought a good fight, your family has a strength incomparable to any i've ever seen. Now, you,rest.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;May the Lord bless you and keep you. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;May the Lord make his face to shine upon you and be gracious to you. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;May the Lord lift up his contenance upon you, and give you peace....&lt;div class="iblogger-footer"&gt;&lt;br clear="all"/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:right;font-size:10px;"&gt;[Posted with &lt;a href="http://illuminex.com/iBlogger/index.html"&gt;iBlogger&lt;/a&gt; from my iPhone]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&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/3712351719963030266-3357186013467890440?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3357186013467890440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=3357186013467890440' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/3357186013467890440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/3357186013467890440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/peace.html' title='Peace'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-2044288961170739049</id><published>2009-03-24T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T17:11:00.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy Makes You Dumb</title><content type='html'>I used to wonder why my grandmother could be so dunt-da-dun for a smart lady, but then I also thought smark and optionally having 13 kids were two things that were debatable when placed together. But now....I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby sucks out your brain cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a few smart kids, then you're screwed! No wonder why I thought my mom was so dumb during my teenage years! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God that at some point wisdom and experience outweigh intelligence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's still hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-2044288961170739049?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2044288961170739049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=2044288961170739049' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/2044288961170739049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/2044288961170739049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/pregnancy-makes-you-dumb.html' title='Pregnancy Makes You Dumb'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-3087129624984375308</id><published>2009-03-24T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T06:00:01.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to Lil Bit....My Super Care Bear!!!! Happy Berfday to you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-3087129624984375308?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3087129624984375308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=3087129624984375308' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/3087129624984375308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/3087129624984375308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-to-lil-bit.html' title=''/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-305605208385457367</id><published>2009-03-23T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T15:53:12.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My last post...</title><content type='html'>Left some of ya scratching your head. ha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was reason number #101 to have a sibling....because you have someone to laugh at/with that has to love you regardless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is famous for using words that almost fit...or just making up new ones. She'll say things that make complete sense to her but leave you scratching your head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the many reasons that I love her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-305605208385457367?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/305605208385457367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=305605208385457367' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/305605208385457367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/305605208385457367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-last-post.html' title='My last post...'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-6590073056236926926</id><published>2009-03-22T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T17:50:48.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that make ya go hmmm....</title><content type='html'>DEDEisms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to "travel to say...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your teeth shouldn't be any whiter than the egg yolks of your eyes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor said my eyes get pupilated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-6590073056236926926?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6590073056236926926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=6590073056236926926' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/6590073056236926926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/6590073056236926926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-that-make-ya-go-hmmm.html' title='Things that make ya go hmmm....'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-7808445673643800258</id><published>2009-03-22T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T09:12:49.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Week</title><content type='html'>I went to the doctor on Thursday. Good news is only a pound this time! THANK GOD! Even though I certainly feel like I've gained more since this child is growing at a ReneaEsme rate....(for you Twilight geeks!) hehe....However you say that kid's name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said my sugar looks good, I only have to check it every OTHER day to save my fingers some! I'm down for EVERY TWO WEEKS now....people, that means....there's light at the end of the tunnel. Bittersweet knowing this is my last pregnancy but happy to meet my son. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have knees, elbows and other various body parts protruding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His movements and my discomfort brought light to a very painful situation on Friday as my best friend's family made the most difficult decision anyone has to make....i watched her mother break down and it breaks my heart just thinking about being in her shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was fun....running all over town and then watching movies with some fabby women. It was the most fun I've had in a long time...less peeing every 5 minutes!!! Lil Farto is a wonderful baby, from not crying to shitting all over BB....those laughs were much needed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayers for a better week for all.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-7808445673643800258?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7808445673643800258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=7808445673643800258' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/7808445673643800258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/7808445673643800258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-week.html' title='This Week'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-777586896742502013</id><published>2009-03-19T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T05:10:32.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad...sad....sad</title><content type='html'>For almost 6 years.....6 years in the fall, 6 years ago my best friend since kindergarten's baby brother, who is the same age as my sister....I've known her since before he was here.....he was shot in the head. Every day since then, he has been a living miracle. His treatment has been purely experimental. Medical journals have been written around his treatment. Yet through every painful day....his family trudged on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their family are some of the best, awesomest, strongest, kindest, givingest people that I've ever known. I would give them a kidney....and not think twice about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day his heart stopped, he was without oxygen for a while...we weren't sure how long, we don't know why. Today the results from the EEG say that there's not any brain activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for this family as they go thru this very difficult time......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-777586896742502013?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/777586896742502013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=777586896742502013' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/777586896742502013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/777586896742502013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/sadsadsad.html' title='Sad...sad....sad'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-5980614445339000980</id><published>2009-03-18T19:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T19:25:19.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rawkin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tonite I got Lil Twitchy's bedding. I had to put it on the bed for the FULL affect.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314718164228867042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/ScGsAwQtg-I/AAAAAAAAAwo/BNoccwkPGJo/s320/pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mike and Brownie like it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Also got the Walter Anderson pic hung.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314718529861767394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/ScGsWCWY0OI/AAAAAAAAAww/LxJHeKiyEXw/s320/pics.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;AND.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I bought dad and son matching shorts....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314718876291868850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/ScGsqM5wqLI/AAAAAAAAAw4/p9cHfhRTqtE/s320/matching.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(dad says it ain't happening...but it will....I promise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There is no news on my best friends brother.....nothing new anyway....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-5980614445339000980?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5980614445339000980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=5980614445339000980' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/5980614445339000980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/5980614445339000980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/rawkin.html' title='Rawkin&apos;'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/ScGsAwQtg-I/AAAAAAAAAwo/BNoccwkPGJo/s72-c/pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-4172296720941687539</id><published>2009-03-18T04:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T04:40:33.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers</title><content type='html'>Long story short, my best friend's little brother, who was 17ish at the time-was shot in the head about 6 years ago. Due to the diligence of the wonderful docs at UMC and their family, he survived. My parents called me last night and said they heard over the fire radio that his dad was doing CPR. They had lost him for a while but managed to get back his heartbeat. They carried him the local hospital in order to stabilize him for transport to UMC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mom told me at one of our last conversations that he had been thru enough....but I can't imagine losing a child....no matter the circumnstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, please keep this wonderful family in your prayers. Pray that God's will be done and He keeps them in HIS hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-4172296720941687539?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4172296720941687539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=4172296720941687539' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/4172296720941687539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/4172296720941687539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/prayers.html' title='Prayers'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-4912125097039004328</id><published>2009-03-16T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:10:31.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peek A Boo</title><content type='html'>I think a foot is about to pop out....not sure if it'll be out of my gut or what. but it's coming....I tell ya'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-4912125097039004328?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4912125097039004328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=4912125097039004328' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/4912125097039004328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/4912125097039004328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/peek-boo.html' title='Peek A Boo'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-6751863184359404979</id><published>2009-03-15T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T16:33:46.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Different</title><content type='html'>Things have been different this pregnancy around.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had horrible onset of very severe allergies. I had allergies before....but not like I did the first trimester and one half of this pregnancy. Maybe he won't have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had gas. My Lord, I didn't know it was possible to have this much. I wonder if it's because it's a boy. Maybe he won't have trapped gas like GB did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex felt good last time. It's very uncomfortable this time. I don't know WHAT'S up with that. Maybe cause I'm carrying so low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've watched what I eat and excercised a lot more to no avail. Guess I'll starve afterwards. Keep the chocolate away after I pop this kid out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He feels huge already but moves a lot less than GB did. He moves....but they're usually drawn out movements. I can feel shoulders and stuff now. He likes to prop his butt on my right side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had the swelling this time like last time....thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My face has been relatively clear since pregnancy. My boobs haven't been as sore. And ...I can breath. At this point last time...I could....not.....breath. Once again...since I'm carryin low I have room at my ribs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how different his personality will be.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-6751863184359404979?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6751863184359404979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=6751863184359404979' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/6751863184359404979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/6751863184359404979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/different.html' title='Different'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-1827116044477226520</id><published>2009-03-12T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T18:40:58.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>perhaps the most fascinating....</title><content type='html'>part of pregnancy is the moving.....the strange moving going on in your stomach that soon shines thru. The feeling of someone brushing your hip, tiny toes nudging your rib, or a head bouncing on your bladder. No matter the discomforts, knowing they're comfortable in their tiny waterbed is worth every second. As my stomach heaves repeatedly with the hiccups or contorts with his sudden stretches.....as painful as it may be at times.....I wouldn't trade it for the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not let anything else steal my joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to meet my son......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-1827116044477226520?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1827116044477226520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=1827116044477226520' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/1827116044477226520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/1827116044477226520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/perhaps-most-fascinating.html' title='perhaps the most fascinating....'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-5068159191859708881</id><published>2009-03-11T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T19:07:20.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've got nothing</title><content type='html'>lots on the mind....and tired. Nothing for here......nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-5068159191859708881?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5068159191859708881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=5068159191859708881' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/5068159191859708881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/5068159191859708881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/ive-got-nothing.html' title='I&apos;ve got nothing'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-8722496955044676593</id><published>2009-03-09T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T18:36:27.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sweet Nephew....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SbXDxTBfrfI/AAAAAAAAAwg/SIiyX6FyaL4/s1600-h/DSC03385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SbXDxTBfrfI/AAAAAAAAAwg/SIiyX6FyaL4/s320/DSC03385.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311366587240918514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haven't been able to hold him yet...but he'll be tired of me before long. He has ginormous feet, juicy lips and what looks to be a bunch of cow licks.....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One down, one to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-8722496955044676593?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8722496955044676593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=8722496955044676593' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/8722496955044676593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/8722496955044676593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-sweet-nephew.html' title='My Sweet Nephew....'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SbXDxTBfrfI/AAAAAAAAAwg/SIiyX6FyaL4/s72-c/DSC03385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-8611870817229150591</id><published>2009-03-07T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T13:23:01.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekend!</title><content type='html'>Yay! We received in the mail today OUR first car title. Free and Clear. I never thought we'd be able to do it!!! 7 Years ago we put our minds to it.....I'm so proud of us!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GB got her hair cut last night.....I talked her out of getting it cut completely off....but she got a little layer that adds a bounce. I got my nap cut too. There a great guy in Flowood that cuts hair part time if anyone needs a haircut. He did an awesome job! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night I bought my first large container of Dreft. Today I bought his crib mattress, a bottle, some bottle liners and some "ninnies" (aka pacifiers in GB language). I cleaned out some drawers and made one for bibs and burp clothes. I put a diaper bag of stuff together. We've got the bouncy and swing together too! (ready for lil Farto). I ordered some cute dressy outfits for the boys this week and am working with Jen and my mom on getting lots of homemade stuff for the kiddos. I want them to appreciate the finer things of life....like the time and love that goes into homemade clothes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His Walter Anderson came in...GB has practiced on some others but I know I'll love it any way it comes out. I've got a 40% off at Hobby Lobby so I'm going to work on getting a frame! Everything is falling into place. Betty says I need to calm down...but I'm just trying to get done now so I can enjoy Lil Farto before mine gets here and help in any way she needs. I get Diva next weekend!!!! Gotta get some pics for Jen tomorrow! &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/3712351719963030266-8611870817229150591?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8611870817229150591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=8611870817229150591' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/8611870817229150591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/8611870817229150591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/weekend.html' title='The Weekend!'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-8243747170158332914</id><published>2009-03-04T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T18:29:46.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby....</title><content type='html'>My baby girl got accepted into the gifted program with 135 IQ!!!! I'm so proud (not that I didn't know that ALREADY! hehe)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for the other baby, I think...well....I know he's getting crowded. He's already slowed in his movements. His movements now are slow and deliberate. I think he's got Freddy Cougar nails digging in my right hip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With all my weird dreams lately...I've had weird thoughts....Ok....If someone comes up and tries to cut up a pregnant woman and steal her baby, would it THEN be acceptable to lie and say the baby is "messed up"? Like ..."You don't want my baby lady...it's got weird genetic deformities"???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would that be wrong? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-8243747170158332914?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8243747170158332914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=8243747170158332914' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/8243747170158332914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/8243747170158332914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-baby.html' title='My baby....'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-4615425910874465859</id><published>2009-03-03T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T16:33:03.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I needed that</title><content type='html'>I talked to two people today, one I see regularly that didn't know I was preggers until my boss told her, the other Iet today said she wasn't going to ask because she was sure I was too "tiny" to be! I fell in love!! I'm adopting them!!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Got my new sheets for lil twitchys room. I'm keeping the full size bed in there for company! I figure he can be relocated. Or ...sleep with them and they can get up with him! (I like THAT idea)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'm proud GB is trying new things before her brother gets her...shed so girly, I'm afraid she's in fir a rude awakening! We played with a friends baby over the weekend and she spent the entire time trying to keep her hair away from him....he wasn't going after it...yet!!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'm ready for baby Farto to be here!!!!&lt;div class="iblogger-footer"&gt;&lt;br clear="all"/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:right;font-size:10px;"&gt;[Posted with &lt;a href="http://illuminex.com/iBlogger/index.html"&gt;iBlogger&lt;/a&gt; from my iPhone]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&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/3712351719963030266-4615425910874465859?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4615425910874465859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=4615425910874465859' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/4615425910874465859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/4615425910874465859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-needed-that.html' title='I needed that'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-4370106418875719978</id><published>2009-03-01T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T17:35:13.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>weight issues</title><content type='html'>Would you, under normal circumnstances ask a woman's weight, about her weight gain or make a comment on any part of her body getting bigger? No...right?! Then what gives people the right to do do during pregnancy? Sometimes...no matter how "right" you eat or exercise, you can't keep it off.  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It doesn't! So don't do it! We didn't ask your weight! &lt;div class="iblogger-footer"&gt;&lt;br clear="all"/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:right;font-size:10px;"&gt;[Posted with &lt;a href="http://illuminex.com/iBlogger/index.html"&gt;iBlogger&lt;/a&gt; from my iPhone]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&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/3712351719963030266-4370106418875719978?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4370106418875719978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=4370106418875719978' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/4370106418875719978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/4370106418875719978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/03/weight-issues.html' title='weight issues'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-353148290340487319</id><published>2009-02-28T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T06:05:41.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>God is good....</title><content type='html'>I have had a lot on my mind lately. I've prayed and cried.....and cried and prayed. My heart has ached because despite my abrasive exterior, I truly hurt when people think that I've said/done something that I haven't that has hurt them, when God had spoken to my heart months ago telling me to turn the other cheek and not respond, instead of being catty (which is VERY hard for me) I am flawed....I am broken.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It seemed like nothing would go right.....I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stubb&lt;/span&gt; my toe, my nails break, I'm retaining water like a melon. I reminded myself I was just being overly emotional and letting everything bother me......then the dryer breaks. That was the straw. "It's ALWAYS something." Granted...this poor dryer is 30 years old, but it's old-faithful. My husband's motto is "if it ain't broke...don't replace it". So Friday I get to work, check on the bills processing from our checking and see what to my surprise??? A bonus that we weren't expecting. We don't count bonuses as part of our income towards bills but extra to save. Guess how much the bonus was? Enough to cover a dryer. (even though we aren't going to buy one) I think it was God's way of saying....."I'm listening". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I left work, my boss reminded me that as of next Tuesday, I've been there a year and I'm up for a raise and bonus. I had forgotten. The raise will cover formula. See....once again, God makes a way. He's been showing me this for the last 8 years, when two kids making less than 10k a year had a baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I named this post God is good because...well....God IS good, but that's what our son's name means. When I think of his name, or say it, I'm reminded that it's by God's grace he's here and that everything we have is a blessing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-353148290340487319?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/353148290340487319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=353148290340487319' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/353148290340487319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/353148290340487319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/02/god-is-good.html' title='God is good....'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-5248040186770352002</id><published>2009-02-26T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T18:43:02.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff</title><content type='html'>Daddy got to feel him moving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tonite&lt;/span&gt;. It was nice that what I've known for 7 months to be real....he now has evidence other than my beer gut!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil man's room is getting an overhaul this weekend....sometime. My sister is coming to paint it. I got a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;armoire&lt;/span&gt; for it, new bedding and sheets for the bed...now just gotta get his bed up. I think next weekend it THE date for his bed (even though I have no bedding for his bed) I'm just ready for things to be in place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GB could work on his watercolors this week, provided they get here. Then I get to move and remove things around in there! I'm so excited!I also bought him his first item of clothing FROM me! A little john.john. It's 12 months so next spring/summer watch out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also very excited to get to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;practice&lt;/span&gt; on Lil &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Farto&lt;/span&gt; next week. I get a month to try and remember what to do with babies before I get my own....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. Or I'll be taking the Diva home. One or the other! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Whoo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-5248040186770352002?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5248040186770352002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=5248040186770352002' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/5248040186770352002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/5248040186770352002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/02/stuff.html' title='Stuff'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-1012568395849923970</id><published>2009-02-26T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T12:30:06.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>weight issues</title><content type='html'>Would you, under normal circumnstances ask a woman's weight, about her weight gain or make a comment on any part of her body getting bigger? No...right?! Then what gives people the right to do do during pregnancy? Sometimes...no matter how "right" you eat or exercise, you can't keep it off.  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It doesn't! So don't do it! We didn't ask your weight! &lt;div class="iblogger-footer"&gt;&lt;br clear="all"/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:right;font-size:10px;"&gt;[Posted with &lt;a href="http://illuminex.com/iBlogger/index.html"&gt;iBlogger&lt;/a&gt; from my iPhone]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&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/3712351719963030266-1012568395849923970?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1012568395849923970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=1012568395849923970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/1012568395849923970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/1012568395849923970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/02/weight-issues.html' title='weight issues'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-935464752112483332</id><published>2009-02-25T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:45:21.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>From the inception of this blog, my intentions have been for it to ONLY be about my journey to and thru pregnancy. I have kept this blog to be ONLY about my children. I have people that we don't get to see every day who are able to watch them grow up thru the internet. Before blogging, all they had were pictures via email. Now I'm able to upload video and post daily happenings. I'm not giving that up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made my blog private so that ONLY those people and people I feel "care" can see. Otherwise I'm not letting just anyone on the street see into my life or theirs. I would like to maintain a sense of privacy for them....the code names weren't alone working.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-935464752112483332?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/935464752112483332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=935464752112483332' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/935464752112483332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/935464752112483332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/02/from-inception-of-this-blog-my.html' title=''/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-6637090335609148068</id><published>2009-02-24T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T19:53:33.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes....</title><content type='html'>Sometimes "dealing with it" is eliminating the problem. That's what we've been doing a lot of around here. In more ways than one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some stuff for his room ordered. I'm pumped. Now if I can get it all painted! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GB got to feel him move tonite several times....she was SO excited.I told her daddy would be jealous. She said "Well I prayed for him!"....guess he's her's! hehe....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-6637090335609148068?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6637090335609148068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=6637090335609148068' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/6637090335609148068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/6637090335609148068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/02/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes....'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-1849252224387066468</id><published>2009-02-24T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T06:08:02.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>from the iPhone</title><content type='html'>I get to take care of business on the iPhone....watch out!!! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;My sugar has been normal after every meal, even on the low side! Yay! I'm getting that full feeling now...like there's no where to go! Ugh! I'm getting tired now too...that may be residuals from the weekend though. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Here's to rabbit food!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I'm looking for a black/ebony computer armoire and a neutral bedding size full for his bedroom. I'm going to leave the bed in there so we'll have place to bed people since he'll be small....&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Here's to nesting! My house is getting a make over! After June, I'm getting a makeover! Count on it!&lt;div class="iblogger-footer"&gt;&lt;br clear="all"/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:right;font-size:10px;"&gt;[Posted with &lt;a href="http://illuminex.com/iBlogger/index.html"&gt;iBlogger&lt;/a&gt; from my iPhone]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&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/3712351719963030266-1849252224387066468?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1849252224387066468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=1849252224387066468' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/1849252224387066468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/1849252224387066468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/02/from-iphone.html' title='from the iPhone'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-2337422780131729340</id><published>2009-02-22T16:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T16:39:00.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekend.</title><content type='html'>This weekend was very fun/crazy. After having a stomach virus on Wed/Thurs. I took off Friday to go to dr., flunked my glucose test (whoo hoo) and gained weight despite having stomach virus and not eating/watching my diet/excercising....whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday party and baby shower rocked the catbox. So did seeing my brother in law. It was sooo nice to have so many wonderful people in one place! We even got to meet Mayberry. She's a doll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lots of food....lots of good food. I'm about to go walking...really,really far. Yep. I also started testing my blood sugar after meals and and noting what I ate. I'm going to really, really break it down on what I eat..even more. Last thing I want is diabetes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is my beautiful baby's birthday. Hard to believe that 7 years ago at 12 this morning my life changed so dramatically. It's awesome!!!! Whoo hoo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-2337422780131729340?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/2337422780131729340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=2337422780131729340' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/2337422780131729340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/2337422780131729340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/02/weekend.html' title='The Weekend.'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-5165418898834546482</id><published>2009-02-20T16:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T16:05:54.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update...</title><content type='html'>Glucose test sucked. I have to take the 3 hr one next week and if I flunk, I get a special diet....even though I diet already. Ugh...this day blows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-5165418898834546482?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5165418898834546482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=5165418898834546482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/5165418898834546482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/5165418898834546482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/02/update.html' title='Update...'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-6993784719771469798</id><published>2009-02-20T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T04:46:10.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because of busyness.....</title><content type='html'>Today I have a dr.'s appt with a glucose test. Note: my poor child is starving after 2 days of stomach virus and now this....he kept me up all night. I can just hear him calling 1-800-child-abuse as soon as he gets here and telling them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'll be getting all the prep work done for my baby's 7 year birthday and for BB's shower. It will be a very busy weekend with lots of people I don't usually get to see, including my wonderful brother-in-law. I think some of my family is crashing the shower as well! Saweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to all of it.....and a nice nap as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...gotta find something to occupy my mind until I can eat. Making a king cake won't help, will it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all of you have a WONDERFUL weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-6993784719771469798?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/6993784719771469798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=6993784719771469798' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/6993784719771469798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/6993784719771469798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/02/because-of-busyness.html' title='Because of busyness.....'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-1091162086945260999</id><published>2009-02-19T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T17:21:34.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How well do I know my husband?</title><content type='html'>Thought I'd see how well I know my baby daddy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He's sitting in front of the TV, what is on the screen? &lt;br /&gt;Well, 6 hours a day includes alot of things to watch. First and foremost ANYTHING LSU, The West Wing, Chuck, How I Met Your Mother, Big Bang Theory, Night Court (tivo-d), periodically Saved by the Bell and Dawson's Creek and various documentaries or shows on National Geographic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You're out to eat; what kind of dressing does he get on his salad?&lt;br /&gt;Thousand Island/Comeback, he likes Ceasar on ceasar salads and he'll settle for ranch but will eat just about anything else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What's one food he doesn't like?&lt;br /&gt;He's communist....I swear. He doesn't eat Lima Beans, Black eyed peas, purple hull peas or tea-sweet or unsweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. You go out to eat and have a drink. What does he order? &lt;br /&gt;coke, coke, or coke....Miller Lite, Abita/Turbodawg or bourbon on the rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Where did he go to high school? &lt;br /&gt;Brandon &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What size shoe does he wear?&lt;br /&gt;10/10.5 wide depending on widths of shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What is his favorite type of sandwich? &lt;br /&gt;real muffaletto, good shrimp po-boy, he prefers ham but likes french dip, hot ham and cheese with mustard...and will eat about anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What would this person eat every day if he could?&lt;br /&gt;meat, a ribeye-with nice marbling, off of HIS grill...or any other kind of meat that's red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What is his favorite cereal? &lt;br /&gt;He likes frosted mini wheats....doesn't eat breakfast very often and if he does, it's going to be meat-not cereal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What would he never wear? &lt;br /&gt;a Jack Sparrow outfit...wait...maybe he would wear about anything depending on what he's getting out of it from me. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What is his favorite sports team? &lt;br /&gt;um...do YOU know him? This doesn't even require an answer. But...LSU, Saints and Cubbies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Who did he vote for?&lt;br /&gt;We're married, if you know who I voted for...you know who he voted for. Not because we discuss it, but because we think more alike than we let on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who is his best friend? &lt;br /&gt;Mike, Andrew, me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is something you do that he wishes you wouldn't do?&lt;br /&gt;bitch....at him for not cleaning and raise my voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What is his heritage? &lt;br /&gt;coonass and whatever some light skinned white people were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. You bake him a cake for his birthday; what kind? &lt;br /&gt;a Frank cake...yellow cake/choc. icing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Did he play sports in high school? &lt;br /&gt;no, he would've been pretty good at football cause he's fast and can catch, he would've been pretty good at baseball for the same reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What could he spend hours doing? &lt;br /&gt;playing video games, watching sports....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What is one unique talent he has?&lt;br /&gt;retaining useless knowledge....seriously no one needs to know the amount of scales a salmon has....and that other thing....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-1091162086945260999?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/1091162086945260999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=1091162086945260999' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/1091162086945260999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/1091162086945260999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-well-do-i-know-my-husband.html' title='How well do I know my husband?'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-5404736697821662555</id><published>2009-02-18T16:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T16:59:38.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Dear, Dear</title><content type='html'>Be careful what you wish for, I wished to slow pregnancy weight gain.....but NOT BY A STOMACH VIRUS. UGh.....you know it's bad when it's 10 am and I'm not starving, can't fight the urge to puke and my intestines are burning. Haven't been able to eat all day....I know he's hungry. I feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've taken 2 baths to relieve the pressure off my gut.....to no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm just prone to viruses in pregnancy....as I had one at 9 months last time.  I thought I was in labor. UGh....this stinks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-5404736697821662555?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/5404736697821662555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=5404736697821662555' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/5404736697821662555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/5404736697821662555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-dear-dear.html' title='Oh Dear, Dear'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-4017437929735636419</id><published>2009-02-17T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T18:04:10.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta go?</title><content type='html'>OMG....So I bought some sugar free pudding to satisfy the chocolate cravings during the holidays...and ever other day. Didn't realize this jello had that culture "you need to go right now" stuff up in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord.....instead of walking....I'm now running home half way thru my walk to go, and I don't have a problem going anyway. Dear.....if you're ever having a problem. It works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-4017437929735636419?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4017437929735636419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=4017437929735636419' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/4017437929735636419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/4017437929735636419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/02/gotta-go.html' title='Gotta go?'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-8998766889484940320</id><published>2009-02-16T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T18:44:27.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things have changed....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SZojRWveapI/AAAAAAAAAv4/tpO8wjTwWgA/s1600-h/DSC01906-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303590292251634322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SZojRWveapI/AAAAAAAAAv4/tpO8wjTwWgA/s320/DSC01906-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture was taken a year ago at Easter. This is the most beautiful child the eyes of this partial mom has ever seen......I can't imagine having enough love for two beautiful children, but I hear God gives you more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303590410358630210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SZojYOuYJ0I/AAAAAAAAAwA/y67NF4XnrVQ/s320/DSC01929.JPG" border="0" /&gt; This is the most beautiful pout I've ever seen.....pretty soon I'll get to see another with a case of the "quin chivers".....I never thought I'd say it....but I can't wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303590506885923426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SZojd2URwmI/AAAAAAAAAwI/xKQR0EhgCuQ/s320/DSC01950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And what is that? I get one of these for EACH side! My cheeks will be full and my heart runneth over! I can't wait. That 4d sonogram makes everything SO REAL!!!&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/3712351719963030266-8998766889484940320?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8998766889484940320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=8998766889484940320' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/8998766889484940320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/8998766889484940320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/02/things-have-changed.html' title='Things have changed....'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SZojRWveapI/AAAAAAAAAv4/tpO8wjTwWgA/s72-c/DSC01906-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-219196743483075999</id><published>2009-02-16T16:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T16:47:22.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome....</title><content type='html'>Today was awesome. I'm amazed by technology....and by nature....simply amazing.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303560975934276930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SZoIm68vxUI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/D0k3kyxN-fM/s320/HINTON_11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303560908449133298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SZoIi_jCMvI/AAAAAAAAAvI/jtB-pTZ1A1I/s320/HINTON_7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303561153229768930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SZoIxPbSSOI/AAAAAAAAAvY/RYtP3ADSkDs/s320/HINTON_12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303561243184473490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SZoI2eiKJZI/AAAAAAAAAvg/I_BExTc0pmc/s320/HINTON_10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303561378453515634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SZoI-Wcz7XI/AAAAAAAAAvo/7o6WGlBlyrQ/s320/HINTON_20.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-219196743483075999?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/219196743483075999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=219196743483075999' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/219196743483075999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/219196743483075999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/02/awesome.html' title='Awesome....'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SZoIm68vxUI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/D0k3kyxN-fM/s72-c/HINTON_11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-3552252980768420993</id><published>2009-02-12T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T19:07:19.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew.....</title><content type='html'>I finished 8 drawings today, worked, walked and scrubbed my cabinets in the kitchen in prep for the big boil. My mom and SCB are coming over Friday to help me clean. I got most my tax stuff together to get the ball rolling on that. Now....I can breath.....wait....nope, no I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to decide what to do with his room. It will remain the Tiger Room....but I need to be a little more.....I don't know. Maybe a little more variety. I need to order the Walter Anderson Tiger prints for GB to watercolor for him and get them framed. (Remind me, BB...you know my memory be slippin') ....It still needs .....something. Any ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Monday, MONDAY!!! Monday, I'm off and I'm having my 4d sonogram. I get to find out WHO my baby looks like....most likely his dad, just like the other one did. I'm so excited!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-3552252980768420993?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/3552252980768420993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=3552252980768420993' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/3552252980768420993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/3552252980768420993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/02/whew.html' title='Whew.....'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-8601184967922269606</id><published>2009-02-11T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T18:11:51.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sense of Humor</title><content type='html'>My husband was watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tonite&lt;/span&gt;, as usual. As I saw something flashing in front of the flat screen which sits up over 5' off of the ground. I see my daughter underneath with a yard stick. On the top of the yard stick a cut out of a person's head....as if someone were walking in front of the television....to get her dad's attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First my son's expensive game of hide and seek....now this. My little Abbot and Costello.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-8601184967922269606?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8601184967922269606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=8601184967922269606' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/8601184967922269606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/8601184967922269606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/02/sense-of-humor.html' title='A Sense of Humor'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-4904144741294632675</id><published>2009-02-10T15:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T15:19:05.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have loved you since before we met....</title><content type='html'>I went in for an emergency sonogram today. I hadn't felt him move in a while and he seemed real sluggish the little bit a felt yesterday. He's been kicking the mess out of me.....so I knew something was different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out he's fine. Facing my back taking out my spine...but happily hiccuping, smacking his lips and holding his foot like any normal baby in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;utero&lt;/span&gt;. The fact that he's definitely all boy....was confirmed once again. I'm told Papa should be proud. Whatever that means. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to get a peek in there although I would have wished for other circumnstances....say...my blood pressure not being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; the roof, my make-up not smeared from tears...but I'll take it. To see his now chubby cheeks and tiny toes.....my heart melted. I fell in love today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's weighing in at right at 2 lbs already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have my baby girl's migraine to tend to. She's going to be devastated that we missed her rank test in Karate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-4904144741294632675?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/4904144741294632675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=4904144741294632675' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/4904144741294632675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/4904144741294632675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-have-loved-you-since-before-we-met.html' title='I have loved you since before we met....'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-7615777497488850829</id><published>2009-02-08T19:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T19:39:55.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pics...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SY-lQnHaJZI/AAAAAAAAAu4/5SZQE02wPqQ/s1600-h/DSC03321-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300636991234909586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SY-lQnHaJZI/AAAAAAAAAu4/5SZQE02wPqQ/s320/DSC03321-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've fallen behind on taking regular pictures of my beautiful baby! ....I'm ashamed. I'm trying to catch up before my time is divided by two....so we pulled over on the road today and whaalaa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300637150664456210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SY-lZ5CX-BI/AAAAAAAAAvA/FkZEHACDq-s/s320/DSC03322-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-7615777497488850829?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/7615777497488850829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=7615777497488850829' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/7615777497488850829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/7615777497488850829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/02/pics.html' title='pics...'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SY-lQnHaJZI/AAAAAAAAAu4/5SZQE02wPqQ/s72-c/DSC03321-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-9122273414582494732</id><published>2009-02-07T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T17:07:40.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>photo meme</title><content type='html'>Do you know HOW hard this is??? I mean, really. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;C'mon&lt;/span&gt;, Betty. I have a backup &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;harddrive&lt;/span&gt; of what....pictures.....I have folders and folders of pictures. Years and years worth.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) go to the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; folder in my computer where you store your pictures. 2) pick the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; picture in that folder. 3) explain the picture. 4) tag 4 people to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For shits and giggles, I'll put two....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300097759203568178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SY261LQsKjI/AAAAAAAAAuo/14ctLe_o5no/s320/sol1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My baby at 2.5 wanted to be the Statute of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Liburty&lt;/span&gt;.....and so we made it happen. No, I don't sew.....but it's amazing what a running stitch, hot glue and a little copper spray paint can do. (I told you, Jen, you should NEVER listen to me!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And a second....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300098260854431058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SY27SYDk3VI/AAAAAAAAAuw/2ulaKZOjkGQ/s320/DSC00458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;At Side Two's art show, Betty and I were picking on our husbands. Yes, that's Rorie in the background and those are her hands.....it's pretend people. I'm the anti-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;touchingist&lt;/span&gt; person....but my husband sure enjoys what's left to the imagination......Good times and wine... Miss 'em! (especially the wine and tanning...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I tag Carolyn, Jew, Doghouse and Rub...bring it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-9122273414582494732?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/9122273414582494732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=9122273414582494732' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/9122273414582494732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/9122273414582494732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/02/photo-meme.html' title='photo meme'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/SY261LQsKjI/AAAAAAAAAuo/14ctLe_o5no/s72-c/sol1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-6640147094265209325</id><published>2009-02-05T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:57:42.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One more thing</title><content type='html'>Because you had to "meet" your baby.....you get to choose now? &lt;a href="http://www.buffalonews.com/260/story/570428.html"&gt;Sick.&lt;/a&gt; "She concluded she didn't have the resources or maturity to raise a child." Wah!!! Who does? I had less than that. Thank God for Medicaid and diapers (When used for what it was intended and ONLY that)...and REALLY...WHO is mature enough? Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brought tears to my eyes because this is my baby a week ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a double standard, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for &lt;a href="http://www.momlogic.com/2009/02/abortion_and_miscarriage.php"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt;....I can't say I completely disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a shame&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-6640147094265209325?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/6640147094265209325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/6640147094265209325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/02/one-more-thing.html' title='One more thing'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3712351719963030266.post-8003429448872107453</id><published>2009-02-05T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T17:01:31.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rescue me again...</title><content type='html'>I have flaw that causes me and other a lot of pain....extremely high expectations of people, including myself. After the previous heartaches, I think my heart was reassembled....but not flawlessly like God can....it was more of a jagged careless reassembly with gaps, as if I tried to piece it together myself. I've been praying asking God to break it, taking away some of my expectations. I'm not asking him to make it new....just whole so that this flaw doesn't cause me and my children, me and my husband more pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked my penguin-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;waddlerific&lt;/span&gt; rounds &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tonite&lt;/span&gt;....I prayed, I listened and cried. I listened to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jonny&lt;/span&gt; Lang's "Only a man"....and God says....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell down and cried, Dear Jesus, rescue me again&lt;br /&gt;I understand I am only a man&lt;br /&gt;And He said, "&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;What will it be now?Will you choose me or keep swimming up stream now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I've been inside your head hearing you scream out.Well here I am, just take my hand and I'll take out All of the pain and all of the fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;All of the fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3712351719963030266-8003429448872107453?l=cravebaby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/feeds/8003429448872107453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3712351719963030266&amp;postID=8003429448872107453' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/8003429448872107453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3712351719963030266/posts/default/8003429448872107453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cravebaby.blogspot.com/2009/02/rescue-me-again.html' title='Rescue me again...'/><author><name>AM</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZpPhhFbjuuY/Sd1bnonIo7I/AAAAAAAAAxA/1U5JWTy4VwI/S220/l_dc9c9dee710d70a0581f9fe0821a0607.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
