<?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-1699819448970460040</id><updated>2011-11-22T12:25:42.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arianna Cathleen &amp; Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-3658864242402378395</id><published>2009-12-16T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T20:09:05.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SymixqhI8SI/AAAAAAAABCI/9ZGOC27KPuU/s1600-h/IMG_2292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SymixqhI8SI/AAAAAAAABCI/9ZGOC27KPuU/s320/IMG_2292.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416039001000309026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Symib_pG0uI/AAAAAAAABCA/78PEA48W518/s1600-h/IMG_2359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Symib_pG0uI/AAAAAAAABCA/78PEA48W518/s320/IMG_2359.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416038628713747170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's been just over 4 months with our little guy, and boy has it gone fast, It's true; when you have children time sure does fly. I often catch myself saying things like, oh when he's this age, or when she's in school, I realize STOP IT, it goes by fast enough and since this is our last child I need to cherish this stage with both my babes!&lt;br /&gt;Things are going great, and I couldn't be a happier, prouder Mama. Those two light up my life, they are truly the most believable blessings! At 2 weeks old Marc developed Thrush, therefore completely stopped breast feeding, and would not nurse. This frustrated me and I tried my best to continue, but along with the first few weeks of it being hard, I also had to deal with the Thrush, which was just to hard for me, so we switched him to formula :(. By 3 weeks he became Colic, and was quite the handful. He was very very cranky and hard to console. We tried everything, Gripe Water, Oval, Bouncing around, singing, shhhing, and rocking, but he just needed to cry it out. &lt;br /&gt;At 17 almost 18 weeks old, he's still a pretty fussy guy, but has changed IMMENSELY, and gives big smiles which just light up the room. I feel like  he is now a pretty happy baby (AT HOME) he does not like his car seat/car; therefore we are home a lot more often than I was at home - which is ok with me, because Arianna and I get lots of crafts done, and Marc is much happier. &lt;br /&gt;He is growing like a chubby little weed, weighing in at 13.5 pounds and around 23.5 inches long!  He's such a joy!&lt;br /&gt;Arianna is doing great. She truly is my little beauty. She is coming out of her shell (slowly but surely) and starting to play with her friends, and not being attached at Mommy's hip. Although she usually has to come out and make sure I'm still there, she'll head back to what she was doing. Her words are getting MUCH clearer, and other people are now able to understand what she is saying - and not just Mommy and Daddy. &lt;br /&gt;She says some pretty funny things, and has quite the attitude. If she wants something and doesn't get it, she will have a (Toddler Sara) sized tantrum. She will run in her room, throw herself on the floor and roll around (while stopping, looking up to see if I'm still there - all while not crying) and then in that split second while she see's I'm still there, goes right back into that tantrum. This can happen for 10-15 minutes until she calms herself down. I've come to the point that when she's that worked up, it's too hard to try to work things out. I wait until she is done, and sit down with her, and explain why she couldn't have what she wanted, and ask for an apology and big hugs and kisses. Then my little raccoon eyed sweetheart will come out, and usually be in a better mood. &lt;br /&gt;For instance, the other night we had Shepherds Pie for dinner, and she was doing great, and eating everything, until I MIXED HER KETCHUP IN WITH THE PIE! Well, you don't do that, she then proceeded to throw the whole plate on the ground and throw a huge fit. Really, all because I mixed the ketchup :)&lt;br /&gt;AND, its the hardest thing to be mad/serious because Michael and I are usually trying to contain our laughter or stomachs from exploding because it's just so funny - which sounds so mean, but if you have a toddler this must be something that happens with you as well. (They do too many funny things, and when there so mad, and so cute at the same time, it's just too funny) BUT, don't let them see you laugh cause then, OH BOY it's over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael and I are both adapting pretty well now, and seem to be finding the right ways to understand what Marc wants, and I'm feeling much more confident during the day and getting things done with both kiddies! &lt;br /&gt;That's all for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-3658864242402378395?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/3658864242402378395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=3658864242402378395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/3658864242402378395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/3658864242402378395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2009/12/our-life.html' title='Our Life'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SymixqhI8SI/AAAAAAAABCI/9ZGOC27KPuU/s72-c/IMG_2292.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-6166874391079276982</id><published>2009-08-25T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T14:47:35.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family of four</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SpRbyd9lWGI/AAAAAAAABB0/bKMranQ9NA4/s1600-h/IMG_1189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SpRbyd9lWGI/AAAAAAAABB0/bKMranQ9NA4/s320/IMG_1189.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374021177954359394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after 38 weeks and 6 days we finally have our newest addition to our family. &lt;br /&gt;Marc David William Baird! He is here and he is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;My Birth Story, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 15th at 4:30am, I woke up to some "cramping" I soon realized that it wasn't just cramping after about half an hour of them coming every 10-minutes. They slowly got stronger and somewhat closer together. By 5:15 they'd reached every 5 minutes apart. Since I was going to be laboring in Abbotsford we decided to call the family. Since David (Michael's Dad) was going to watch Arianna, we woke him up bright and early, and since my mom was going to be with us, we too woke her up. &lt;br /&gt;At about 6 am, we started our journey out to Abbotsford.  The contractions were not any closer together - still 5 minutes apart but I was definitely starting to remember what this felt like last time. &lt;br /&gt;By the time we arrived at the hospital I was 3 cm dilated -  I absolutely DID NOT want to be sent home, and lucky enough for me, I wasn't. I was admitted right away and sent to my own private (HUGE) room. I enjoyed a nice shower, which was helping with the pain - and by 9:00 I was still 3 - 3.5 cms, I was none to impressed about this.So, my wonderful doctor came in and broke my water. HELLO! After another shower I was in full blown labour - nothing was making me happy. &lt;br /&gt;By 10:30 there was no breaks - I couldn't talk (unless the gas made me think I was cher and I busted out a tune) but really was in to much pain to talk. The contractions were SO intense, far worse than I found being in labour for 12 hours with Arianna - and I wasn't even induced this time. They were SO strong, and I felt so much pressure like I constantly needed to push. By 11:30, little Marc's heart rate was decreasing - in which they had to put an internal heart monitor on him to keep an eye on things - the monitor didn't last long - as little rolly polly Marc was not co-operating. Not only was his heart rate decreasing but his body hadn't settled into a "pushing" position and kept moving the whole time all the while being face up. &lt;br /&gt;As he was turning himself around and after 1.5 pushes he was out, and quickly taken from me as his heart rate dropped to approx. 70bpm. I was panic stricken and so freaked out and was constantly asking if he was ok - in which the nurse wouldn't answer me. After about 10 minutes they finally brought my handsome little guy to Michael and myself, and was a happy crying little boy! He was perfect, weighing 7 pounds 7 oz, and 20.5 inches long, with lots of dark hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 6:30 that evening Arianna and Daddy came to visit, and being a little hesitant at first Arianna warmed right up. She didn't even look at my belly thinking he was still in there, he knew where her new baby brother Marc was, and instantly wanted to hold him. &lt;br /&gt;Love at first sight - such a great big sister. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now, as I should go "pump" to feed my 10 day old little man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-6166874391079276982?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/6166874391079276982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=6166874391079276982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/6166874391079276982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/6166874391079276982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2009/08/family-of-four.html' title='Family of four'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SpRbyd9lWGI/AAAAAAAABB0/bKMranQ9NA4/s72-c/IMG_1189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-8393225210933705710</id><published>2009-07-06T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T13:19:21.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>33 Weeks</title><content type='html'>Officially I have 7 weeks left. Yes I know, and understand that it will be more like 9, but it's easier to say 7 :) Much easier. &lt;br /&gt;I have recently become more agitated, stressed, and uncomfortable. I know this is all apart of being pregnant, but sometimes it's too much stress for a person to handle. I have my days of UPS and DOWNS, somedays I feel like I'm the only mother who has felt this way, who's raised her a voice a little too loud, cried a little too much, and snapped at people for no reason. Please tell me this is not true, this is also you??? &lt;br /&gt;I'm growing day by day, and feeling more and more like a big house, but with that I am also feeling the wonderful little kicks/pushes and jabs of our little boy. He's quite the active guy - moving more early in the morning and around 8 at night! His kicks and movement are so much different from what I remember with Arianna. Her's were enjoyable, and fun with little pressure, this little guy loves to make himself known, and in all the wrong places, but either way it's totally fun, except when I'm grocery shopping by myself and let out a OUCH, and people think I'm nuts! &lt;br /&gt;At my pre-natal appointment 4 weeks ago, I was told that I was having a large baby, and to expect him to be around 9-10 pounds, but at my appointment this week, I measured 34 weeks (only a week ahead) and was told he felt completely normal/average - so here's hoping he's not humongous, and this second doc is right! &lt;br /&gt;I've now put on a total of 15 pounds, which feels like a lot for me, and may not be a lot to anyone else, but I still have 7 weeks, and feel as if there is no room for him to grow, in fact I know there is no room, he'd be FAR to uncomfortable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The below pics are from a Wedding at 31 Weeks - and at home at 32 weeks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SlJX3sAvYjI/AAAAAAAABA8/F_PbO6WMmXU/s1600-h/Photo+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SlJX3sAvYjI/AAAAAAAABA8/F_PbO6WMmXU/s320/Photo+123.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355439521115628082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SlJX9UoHPQI/AAAAAAAABBE/z9v2iB10hK4/s1600-h/Photo+160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SlJX9UoHPQI/AAAAAAAABBE/z9v2iB10hK4/s320/Photo+160.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355439617917533442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SlJYDJsC1CI/AAAAAAAABBM/I9-vAkilxAU/s1600-h/Photo+161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SlJYDJsC1CI/AAAAAAAABBM/I9-vAkilxAU/s320/Photo+161.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355439718060446754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arianna - &lt;br /&gt;She's doing great! She is truly a joy to have in our lives. &lt;br /&gt;She has become quite the stinker though, and LOVES to push our buttons. She's become less and less involved in sleep. Although she sleeps through the night, getting her to that point is quite the task.  We have a routine that we do everynight, which involves dinner, bath, brush teeth, and reading 3 books, then off to her room for bed, or screaming whichever she decides she feels like doing - which is most often screaming. &lt;br /&gt;I'm not too sure why she is doing this, as we both know (including Arianna) how tired she is but she just hates to give in. She'll stand at the door and SCREAM, and SCREAM and SCREAM some more, she will do this for almost 2 hours, non stop - and then will FINALLY fall asleep. ON THE FLOOR! She'll  either be at the foot of her bed with her bear as a pillow and housecoat as a blanket, or will be in the middle of the room - same position, in her chair or as recently as yesterday  buckled into her wagon completely passed out on bear. Although it's CUTE, it's frustrating at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of maybe putting her mattress back on the floor - and eliminating the bed for the time being - but that for now is just a thought! &lt;br /&gt;I don't want to sound like I'm complaining - because (well I am) but there is so much more great stuff that she is doing. &lt;br /&gt;She amazes us with her memory! She is "reading" us her book called Alaska 123, and it is amazingly cute! She will sit and draw in her coloring book for 45 minutes at a time, and will "occasionally" and most often remember certain colors, or correspond her colors with different things. &lt;br /&gt;EX, If we ask her what color Elmo is, she will say Elmo Red, or Grover Blue, or Big Bird Yellow, or will point out a color if we ask what it is, this is exciting for us, and makes us so proud. She LOVES her family - and will make it known to everyone. &lt;br /&gt;Although, she's quite hesitant, even around people she sees all the time, and takes time to open up, once out of her cage she's a chatterbox, FULL of personality!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SlJbLdCQ28I/AAAAAAAABBU/IjyCTS8DoMI/s1600-h/IMG_0476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 104px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SlJbLdCQ28I/AAAAAAAABBU/IjyCTS8DoMI/s320/IMG_0476.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355443159227751362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SlJbexqsgaI/AAAAAAAABBc/b72fU_JndK4/s1600-h/IMG_0469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SlJbexqsgaI/AAAAAAAABBc/b72fU_JndK4/s320/IMG_0469.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355443491183559074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SlJbzbl-kKI/AAAAAAAABBk/yum11KN_djg/s1600-h/IMG_0437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SlJbzbl-kKI/AAAAAAAABBk/yum11KN_djg/s320/IMG_0437.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355443846035443874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-8393225210933705710?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/8393225210933705710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=8393225210933705710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/8393225210933705710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/8393225210933705710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2009/07/33-weeks.html' title='33 Weeks'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SlJX3sAvYjI/AAAAAAAABA8/F_PbO6WMmXU/s72-c/Photo+123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-8036352329814387416</id><published>2009-06-19T15:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T15:43:09.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30 Weeks &amp; 26 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SjwUdPTn5GI/AAAAAAAABA0/kNjzQ3mMVeQ/s1600-h/IMG_0171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SjwUdPTn5GI/AAAAAAAABA0/kNjzQ3mMVeQ/s320/IMG_0171.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349172949966906466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SjwT4Upl6FI/AAAAAAAABAk/8OpCQMyNWQg/s1600-h/Photo+146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SjwT4Upl6FI/AAAAAAAABAk/8OpCQMyNWQg/s320/Photo+146.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349172315746068562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 30 Weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we finally had Arianna's second year checkup with the doctor, and we've got a thumbs up. &lt;br /&gt;She is 23 3/4 pounds, and 34.5 inches tall. She was VERY cooperative with all the staff today, and didn't even cry for the doctor. We had a pretty big high five when we left the office :)&lt;br /&gt;We're so proud of her, she's doing so well and growing so fast. It seems to be a common thing for most parents to say, but it's oh so true, where does the time go? In 2 more months we'll have another little baby joining this family of three, to make it even more wonderful. &lt;br /&gt;Arianna has a dance recital tonight that we're all very excited about, and am hoping Arianna is JUST as excited. &lt;br /&gt;At our rehearsal on Wednesday, she said she was a little scared, and quite hesitant to leaving the gymnasium on her own or even going all together. Although she's always excited and geared up to go dancing, I think that day (from a lack of sleep) was just a little too overwhelming. We know she'll do great tonight. &lt;br /&gt;Her class is doing a dance "number" to the song Little Bunny Fou-Fou, and it's SO adorable to watch the 6 girls up on the stage. &lt;br /&gt;I'll post a video and pictures later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pregnancy: &lt;br /&gt;Things are going, ok. &lt;br /&gt;As of right now, I've put on 12 pounds, and am apparently ALL BABY! (meaning the doc told me, he's BIG) &lt;br /&gt;I'm very uncomfortable - as most 30 week pregnant woman are,  and am finding it very difficult to even sit for 10 minutes without being in pain. &lt;br /&gt;And the best part of the whole thing is that you of course - gain the most and get the most uncomfortable in the last 1.5 month, so that's some pretty exciting news :)&lt;br /&gt;But, with all the complaining, I can't wait to meet this new member of our family - although I don't seem at all ready or organized nor is the house EVER clean enough, I'm SO excited for his arrival. &lt;br /&gt;That's news for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-8036352329814387416?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/8036352329814387416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=8036352329814387416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/8036352329814387416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/8036352329814387416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2009/06/30-weeks-26-months.html' title='30 Weeks &amp; 26 Months'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SjwUdPTn5GI/AAAAAAAABA0/kNjzQ3mMVeQ/s72-c/IMG_0171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-8373891502309842987</id><published>2009-05-14T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T12:10:06.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25 Weeks and Arianna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SgxsPyOfmBI/AAAAAAAABAc/yvk8idlIfJs/s1600-h/Photo+79.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SgxsPyOfmBI/AAAAAAAABAc/yvk8idlIfJs/s320/Photo+79.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335758676963596306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SgxsLJZsOVI/AAAAAAAABAU/6_kpeFxHd08/s1600-h/Photo+76.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SgxsLJZsOVI/AAAAAAAABAU/6_kpeFxHd08/s320/Photo+76.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335758597285230930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SgxsG_wk-7I/AAAAAAAABAM/uCCO2l88BfU/s1600-h/Photo+75.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SgxsG_wk-7I/AAAAAAAABAM/uCCO2l88BfU/s320/Photo+75.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335758525977394098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SgxjH5RhWyI/AAAAAAAAA_8/cKsS7jpd9Ig/s1600-h/IMG_9286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SgxjH5RhWyI/AAAAAAAAA_8/cKsS7jpd9Ig/s320/IMG_9286.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335748645811739426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Sgxic-fqqrI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XUfcXgsn-Xo/s1600-h/IMG_9763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Sgxic-fqqrI/AAAAAAAAA_0/XUfcXgsn-Xo/s320/IMG_9763.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335747908478872242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SgxiBjE7QvI/AAAAAAAAA_s/3FTYsoZUpDc/s1600-h/IMG_9748.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SgxiBjE7QvI/AAAAAAAAA_s/3FTYsoZUpDc/s320/IMG_9748.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335747437262488306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-8373891502309842987?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/8373891502309842987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=8373891502309842987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/8373891502309842987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/8373891502309842987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2009/05/25-weeks-and-arianna.html' title='25 Weeks and Arianna'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SgxsPyOfmBI/AAAAAAAABAc/yvk8idlIfJs/s72-c/Photo+79.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-6747378128797866285</id><published>2009-04-21T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T12:38:02.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our 2 year old, and the 22 Week Preggo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Se4gQotBGhI/AAAAAAAAA_k/kc2K09YCR7A/s1600-h/Photo+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Se4gQotBGhI/AAAAAAAAA_k/kc2K09YCR7A/s320/Photo+111.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327230879402105362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arianna had her second birthday, and it went fabulously - for the most part. The day started off with quite the ruckus as I was not fully prepared as I thought I was. The cake wasn't finished, the cupcakes hadn't been started, the balloons yet to be blown and I (to say the very least) was a total wreck. &lt;br /&gt;I warn anyone hosting a birthday party for children and family to be FULLY prepared at least a week in advance. &lt;br /&gt;After running around, Michael and I worked together in the kitchen for about 2 - 1/2 hours making the cupcakes and cake.  I pretty much have to give full credit to that wonderful husband of mine, because he pretty much did everything without even batting an eyelash, even when I was (shhhh,bitching) in his ear the whole time. He had made the cake the night before, so it would be ready in the morning to be iced. Well, that night, (as he did was he was supposed to) the cake however did not, it came out in crumbs, he was quite ticked that it was like that, and I however went and had a nice sleep and told him we'd figure it out in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;Morning came, I quickly made the icing (yes I actually made it) and Michael pieced together the cake. It looks a little like a mountain, but once I started the icing it was starting to look a lot more like the ballet slippers they were supposed to be. &lt;br /&gt;While I was doing all the icing, Michael was busy making all the cupcakes - from scratch. &lt;br /&gt;They turned out WONDERFUL, and he even iced them with all the pretty pink icing they could hold. &lt;br /&gt;While this was all dome, I was trying to keep Arianna busy as she wanted our FULL attention this morning, so we "watched" the tv for about 2.4 seconds and I blew up all the balloons. &lt;br /&gt;10 minutes later all the kids started coming - 3 friends in total. They seemed to have fun playing and horsing around. (and even clogging out toilet filled with toilet paper - but that's besides the point) They had fun, Arianna was spoiled by her friends, and all seemed to enjoy the yummy cupcakes.  Once, the friends all left to go home. Arianna was put down for a nap until family showed up. &lt;br /&gt;Family started arriving about about 2:45, and it went swimmingly, it was crowded, but FUN. Again, she was spoiled, and even opened a card that had money in it, shouting OHHH MONEY! Might have been her favorite gift. We had hamburgers, and hot dogs for dinner, which Michael Barbiecooked(which Arianna likes to say) and were delicious. The came the "mountainous" cake.  It seemed to turn out a lot better than hoped, and tasted WAY better than it looked - (a lot like the Bunny Cake from an old episode of friends) &lt;br /&gt;We had a great day, and I was so very happy to have shared our baby girls Second Birthday with all the people she loves. &lt;br /&gt;All the stress was worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pregnancy: &lt;br /&gt;Things are going well. I'm not 22 Weeks and 2 days. I had my pre-natal appointment yesterday and things seem to be going as planned. I'm measuring around 20, and I've managed to put on some weight. (9.5 pounds to be exact) yes that may seem like a lot - but as a friend put it last night, it makes up for all the weight I haven't put on in the last 20 weeks, so it was due! &lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to feel baby a lot more now, and even Michael is able to feel him kick a little. &lt;br /&gt;I'm ready for him to join the world now, although I know it is much to soon, so lets just say I'm excited for August. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now, &lt;br /&gt;I will add all the birthday pics later on, as I need to go get some cleaning done :):):):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-6747378128797866285?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/6747378128797866285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=6747378128797866285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/6747378128797866285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/6747378128797866285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2009/04/our-2-year-old-and-22-week-preggo.html' title='Our 2 year old, and the 22 Week Preggo'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Se4gQotBGhI/AAAAAAAAA_k/kc2K09YCR7A/s72-c/Photo+111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-1027230632609106260</id><published>2009-04-07T13:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T13:38:08.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 + Weeks</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm 20 Weeks and 2 days pregnant, and things have been going well. I went to the kids swap meet this weekend, and found something great. A SLING. Normaly, me and slings don't do too well, but this one in particular was fabulous.  It was so easy to put on, and take off, and being 20 weeks pregnant holding a 25 pound 2 year old, I wasn't uncomfortable in the least. &lt;br /&gt;I went to the swap meet looking to find a double stroller for a reasonable price, but when I came across the sling, I figured I would use the sling and keep the stroller I already have and cary baby around in the sling. I know this seems like it may be a lot of work, but sometimes it's easier to spend less and work a little harder :) Now, when the time comes that I really can't do and need a double stroller for those longs walks, we may look into it then. Also at the swap meet, I got an ADORABLE bow holder and some cute little bows. I'm hoping as Arianna gets older she'll be more inclined to wear the bows more often; instead of 10 minutes and then ripping it out. &lt;br /&gt;I'll post pictures of the bow holder and bows once Arianna's room is complete with the new big girl bed, and it's all organized. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arianna, is doing well. Although she is teething and not having fun with it at all, she has spent the last two nights with a slight fever, and somewhat irritable. BUT I do have to say that she is quite the trooper and we're doing the best we can to remove any pain from that little mouth of hers :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, I had a 3D Ultrasound on Monday (yesterday) that went great. I'm overjoyed to say we're having a little boy. Arianna is very excited(?) to have a little baby brother. At only 20 weeks he is adorable and perfect. It seems the nurse at the hospital was right :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Sdu41qrNcPI/AAAAAAAAA_U/BtHj_EGxG-0/s1600-h/img015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Sdu41qrNcPI/AAAAAAAAA_U/BtHj_EGxG-0/s320/img015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322050616796475634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Sdu464jLhFI/AAAAAAAAA_c/M4xh4G1Vsk4/s1600-h/img014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Sdu464jLhFI/AAAAAAAAA_c/M4xh4G1Vsk4/s320/img014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322050706420237394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, &lt;br /&gt;This is the website to the sling I bought,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.hugofjoy.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this for anyone looking for adorable bows and bow holders! They make ADORABLE bows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.sarahsbowtique.ca/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-1027230632609106260?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/1027230632609106260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=1027230632609106260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/1027230632609106260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/1027230632609106260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2009/04/20-weeks.html' title='20 + Weeks'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Sdu41qrNcPI/AAAAAAAAA_U/BtHj_EGxG-0/s72-c/img015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-6339096064294566949</id><published>2009-04-03T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T15:35:37.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>19 Weeks 5 Days</title><content type='html'>Here I am at 19 Weeks and 3 days.  (No new stretch marks, but can see the old ones now :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SdaMkzndULI/AAAAAAAAA-8/Z7Q9NaqcZno/s1600-h/Photo+98.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SdaMkzndULI/AAAAAAAAA-8/Z7Q9NaqcZno/s320/Photo+98.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320594573743706290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling pretty good, baby is very active now - although we haven't felt the kicks on my tummy yet. It makes pregnancy a lot more enjoyable for me when I can feel the little guy moving around in there. &lt;br /&gt;I'm eating a lot now, and am going to show that doctor just how much weight I can put on, hehe. &lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much it, Preggo wise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arianna is great, she's becoming more and more independent as the days go by, and her big girl personality is starting to shine through. For her birthday (April 13th) she's getting a new bed - which she already has the mattress for just waiting for the actual bed. She LOVES the idea of a "New Bed" but does not love so much the idea of sleeping in her new bed. Everyone who comes in the door, she takes them to see this new bed and the SUPER CUTE bedding, but when it comes to sleep - not so much. &lt;br /&gt;I'm not pushing the idea of sleeping in there quite yet, as it's not where we want it. &lt;br /&gt;I'll be moving the furniture around so her big bed will be in the old spot where her crib was, so she's comfortable, so now the mattress is just on the floor so she becomes more accustomed to it. &lt;br /&gt;I will take all the advice on switching her over because when I tried to do it, I found she was just playing in her room. Do I let her play for an hour, and then have her fall asleep, or do I continuously go in and place her in the new bed???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I'll post a picture of the bed, with the bedding, &lt;br /&gt;And once the room is all complete with both bed and crib (for her new brother or sister) I'll show it off :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SdaOeNwsWcI/AAAAAAAAA_E/QkbdHdTCDVU/s1600-h/IMG_9286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SdaOeNwsWcI/AAAAAAAAA_E/QkbdHdTCDVU/s320/IMG_9286.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320596659525933506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (in her bed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SdaPEmxlj-I/AAAAAAAAA_M/dlPW8kfQ1kw/s1600-h/IMG_9293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SdaPEmxlj-I/AAAAAAAAA_M/dlPW8kfQ1kw/s320/IMG_9293.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320597319075598306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (the bedding)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-6339096064294566949?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/6339096064294566949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=6339096064294566949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/6339096064294566949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/6339096064294566949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2009/04/19-weeks-5-days.html' title='19 Weeks 5 Days'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SdaMkzndULI/AAAAAAAAA-8/Z7Q9NaqcZno/s72-c/Photo+98.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-683962823784735380</id><published>2009-03-23T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T16:25:31.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>17 &amp; 18 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/ScgY7km2fCI/AAAAAAAAA-k/nL2W_DgkMYA/s1600-h/Photo+87.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/ScgY7km2fCI/AAAAAAAAA-k/nL2W_DgkMYA/s320/Photo+87.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316526771828849698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/ScgZATgRlTI/AAAAAAAAA-s/LJ-zsMsTk9M/s1600-h/Photo+88.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/ScgZATgRlTI/AAAAAAAAA-s/LJ-zsMsTk9M/s320/Photo+88.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316526853137208626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/ScgZFp_Y6gI/AAAAAAAAA-0/U1Bp7-pxjfw/s1600-h/Photo+89.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/ScgZFp_Y6gI/AAAAAAAAA-0/U1Bp7-pxjfw/s320/Photo+89.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316526945072638466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pregnancy: &lt;br /&gt;Things are a little bumpy but are seemingly smoothing themselves out. I can definitely say being pregnant up to this point has not been my favourite thing. I love the end result, but am just one of those woman who doesn't enjoy certain aspects of pregnancy. &lt;br /&gt;Since my first Doctors visit, I have lost 3.5 pounds, and go back this week for a weight check to make sure that I've gained a little bit.  Also, I've been continuing to bleed, but have been informed by the doctor it is nothing to worry about, except the nuisance of the fact. Hopefully that stops soon. &lt;br /&gt;Since I've been 17 weeks I've been feeling the baby move more frequently and am slowly remembering the joys of when all this happened with Arianna. I'm excited for when Michael and Arianna can feel the baby kick them :)&lt;br /&gt;We have our 18 week Ultrasound this Friday. Will post pictures when we have them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now, Arianna is waking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-683962823784735380?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/683962823784735380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=683962823784735380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/683962823784735380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/683962823784735380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2009/03/17-18-weeks.html' title='17 &amp; 18 Weeks'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/ScgY7km2fCI/AAAAAAAAA-k/nL2W_DgkMYA/s72-c/Photo+87.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-4185186671825542232</id><published>2009-03-12T12:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:28:16.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>16 Weeks 3 Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SblmokmNgNI/AAAAAAAAA-c/tKJu2-MPmck/s1600-h/img001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SblmokmNgNI/AAAAAAAAA-c/tKJu2-MPmck/s320/img001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312390082664956114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SblmcSNxSZI/AAAAAAAAA-U/Kta52tVO8yE/s1600-h/Photo+86.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SblmcSNxSZI/AAAAAAAAA-U/Kta52tVO8yE/s320/Photo+86.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312389871572175250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SblmXm5yd3I/AAAAAAAAA-M/YWAWUWygMjY/s1600-h/Photo+85.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SblmXm5yd3I/AAAAAAAAA-M/YWAWUWygMjY/s320/Photo+85.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312389791226165106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am at 16 Weeks and 3 Days pregnant, and Baby at 15 Weeks and 2 Days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my third prenatal visit today, and had a pretty good appointment. The only bad thing was my Dr, Who I think is WONDERFUL is retiring from Deliveries, and at 28 Weeks, I will be transferring to another physician in his office. I will just have to accept this. I'm hoping I can be transferred to Abbotsford, so we can have our delivery there, as they have much bigger rooms, and more to accompany a labour. &lt;br /&gt;I've also lost 2.5 pounds,  so I'm scheduled to have another visit in 2 weeks to make sure I've put on some weight. I sure hope I do, and I hope I gain an appetite. I have absolutely no REAL desire to eat, I'm just not hungry, but I WILL BE because it's for the health of our little baby! &lt;br /&gt;I'm also measuring right at 16 weeks 3 days, and the baby has a steady (girly) heartbeat of 148. &lt;br /&gt;I'm so sure that this little baby is a boy, but everyone around me is thinking girl, and at the rate things are going I'm starting to gear towards as well. BUT, we will see in just a few weeks! And I'm sure I'll prove everyone wrong. &lt;br /&gt;Either way I will be completely excited! &lt;br /&gt;As you can see I have a posted pic of new baby, and this was because of an "urgent" ultrasound. Last week I had quite a lot of bleeding which was quite the scare, but it seems I had a small (normal) tear, which may have been there previously and worked a little to hard causing the blood. The heartbeat was strong in Emergency at 156, but the ultrasound was a safety measure. &lt;br /&gt;I have my normal ultrasound in Langley in a few weeks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except, Arianna has a new haircut! It looks adorable, and she no longer has a mullet. She had a "few" tears, but once she was off the chair she was fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post pictures when my camera's batteries aren't dead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-4185186671825542232?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/4185186671825542232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=4185186671825542232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/4185186671825542232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/4185186671825542232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2009/03/16-weeks-3-days.html' title='16 Weeks 3 Days'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SblmokmNgNI/AAAAAAAAA-c/tKJu2-MPmck/s72-c/img001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-8855870582431816109</id><published>2009-03-02T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T12:05:04.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more bottles!</title><content type='html'>An old picture of my baby who will be 2 in one month :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Saw7fUwiFII/AAAAAAAAA-E/JI200eZ0Tzs/s1600-h/DSC00292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Saw7fUwiFII/AAAAAAAAA-E/JI200eZ0Tzs/s320/DSC00292.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308683470097224834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, this took me a lot longer than most, but Arianna is now officially off the bottle and on to her "big girl cup." We are very proud, and I am SO excited that she no longer needs them. It was a lot easier than I thought it would be,  and she's very good with the new cup. She'll drink from a cup with a straw for dinner,  and her sippy cup throughout the day. &lt;br /&gt;Now our task is onto the Big Girl Bed. I found her the other day trying to climb out of her crib, so I'm thinking it's about time to do the big switch, we just need her to last in the crib till her second birthday. We are saving for the bed, and have family that will pitch in for a birthday present for a new bedroom set.  So no worrying until that day. &lt;br /&gt;Pregnancy:&lt;br /&gt;I'm 15 weeks and 1 day. Things seem to be going smoothly now. (Always knock on wood) I'm still taking diclectin - but only twice a day at bedtime, cause if I don't I still get upset. :( But, other than that I'm feeling fabulous. I'm starting to show now, although I'm sure if you didn't know me and saw me walking down the street, you'd wonder, "Is she one of those people that just let it hang out and doesn't care, or is she pregnant? I'm in that stage, argh. It will be nice once It's more of a baby belly. &lt;br /&gt;Things are definitely different this time around. My sizing, is around the same, but my eating habits are crazy. Everything I like normally I HATE now. And it's awful because I crave it, and then eat it and get sick. I should stop doing that :)&lt;br /&gt;I've gained 1 pound, and will find out if I've put on anymore, on the 12th at my next appointment. &lt;br /&gt;I'm excited for my appointment because "hopefully" I will be able to hear my baby's heartbeat, as I'll almost be 17 weeks. I can feel him/her moving around a lot, but still nothing like a kick or feeling with our hands.  We just have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;I have my first Ultrasound on the 27th, and of course we're excited about that.  I can't wait to see the little guy moving around. &lt;br /&gt;We will definitely be finding out the sex, as I'm FAR to impatient and will let everyone know when that time comes. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I should get to cleaning ( I probably do that FAR to often as well) but it needs to be done, it's never clean enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-8855870582431816109?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/8855870582431816109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=8855870582431816109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/8855870582431816109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/8855870582431816109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2009/03/no-more-bottles.html' title='No more bottles!'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Saw7fUwiFII/AAAAAAAAA-E/JI200eZ0Tzs/s72-c/DSC00292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-1095765253329540023</id><published>2009-02-23T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T11:27:26.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Functional Constipation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SaL4iPhPINI/AAAAAAAAA98/OFaFVaRwppk/s1600-h/IMG_8997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SaL4iPhPINI/AAAAAAAAA98/OFaFVaRwppk/s320/IMG_8997.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306076578161041618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice Headline right? &lt;br /&gt;Well, we finally had our visit and Children's Hospital, and what a great visit and sigh of relief it was to go. We took the trip in on Thursday, had her weighed and her height checked before the visit. She is 34 inches tall and 23 pounds. We found at the visit that she is a healthy girl, and this problem with the constipation is fairly normal. Some kids get it and some kids don't. It definitely could get worse, so we have to be on top of giving her a powder called Peg everyday until this stage passes, or until she is no longer in pain or "holding." This will probably last until pre-school, and could be longer, but that is fine as long as we know that it will eventually pass, and she will no long be in any pain while going to the bathroom :) YAY!&lt;br /&gt;We also went through a rough patch this weekend. Arianna had quite the fever, and we found ourselves in and out of Emergency and the Clinic. It started on Thursday, when she had become very lethargic, and quite warm.  As the day went on, her temperature  kept rising, and the Tylenol would not bring it down. By 9:30 that evening, her temperature had reached a whopping, 40.5 at which time I decided that I should take her to Emergency, because after about an hour after giving her Tylenol the fever had not dropped. We waited in Emergency for approx. 5 hours.  They gave her ibuprofen while we waited in Emergency, which brought her temperature down, so by the time we saw the doctor at 2:30 she was passed out, and woken up by doc. They did all the routine things, and were sent home to continue with the meds, and giving her cold/cool baths. We went to bed that night (and by that I mean Arianna hogged our bed and slept till about 7:30) Anyway, the weekend went by with baths, meds and comforting. We did everything we could to break the fever, and found that our hearts broke watching our little girl feel SO awful. She seems to be happy again, and her fever seems to have broken (knock on wood) It apparently is quite the nasty virus that is going around, and the doctor at the clinic says that everyone coming in seems to have the same thing, and actually had a child with a fever of 40.8 just a bit higher than Arianna, she said it's very rare for kids to come in that high, and hopes herself that this virus stops soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also realized that I am very panicky, and need to start being a little more calm. I thank god that Michael is as calm as he is, it really helps to make you feel better when the other person your around is calm and reacts in all the right ways. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, This Valentines Day I went to Las Vegas. We had  a great time. When we first arrived to the hotel, we were bumped up to a suite as they did not have any of the rooms we originally booked, which was great. We had nice dinners, and saw a great show - Chris Angel (Cirque Du Solei) Chris Angel's show was FAB. I loved it, we sat right up front (10th Row) and saw some pretty amazing things. It really was mind blowing, he really puts on a great show, plus since it was Cirque, it had some amazing dances/ers. &lt;br /&gt;I also, decided to get dressed up for the show and decided to wear my "Lady Heels." And I must tell you, I did it! Yes there was some whining, and some VERY sore duck feet at the end of it. I had to take my shoes off, by the time we reached our hotel as I just couldn't make it to the room.  So, from now on I will just stick to "flat" shoes - at least while I'm pregnant. &lt;br /&gt;My duck feet just can't handle it. &lt;br /&gt;Also, we went for a walk through the Forum Shops in Caesars Palace - and passed PURE. A club that I've always been fascinated with as that's where all the celebrities go ( I know lame, but yes I'm one of those girls who loves to hear about Celebrity Gossip) And we saw this night that (now you'll only know who these two GOONES are if you watch The Hills) but Heidi Montag, and Spencer Pratt, were hosting a Valentines Party that night. Well I was DEAD set on being there that night to at least get a picture so I could "brag" but unfortunately the two are pretty stealth and I didn't see them the whole trip :( I even checked out Jimmy Choo, cause what rich "celebs" don't shop there. Apparently not them that day. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as we continued our Journey through the mall, we found Pete Rose signing Autographs. (For those of you who don't know who this is, and I was one of them) he is the all time leading hitter for the MLB, and was pretty amazing. Anywho, I decided for a Valentines Gift for Michael, I would buy him a baseball, and have it signed. With the signing, Michael also got a picture with the leading hitter, which was pretty exciting ( I got in the second one as well, but doesn't mean much to me as I don't really follow baseball) but it was still pretty fun!&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, that's about it for now, I should start cleaning while Pumpkin Pants is sleeping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-1095765253329540023?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/1095765253329540023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=1095765253329540023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/1095765253329540023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/1095765253329540023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2009/02/functional-constipation.html' title='Functional Constipation'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SaL4iPhPINI/AAAAAAAAA98/OFaFVaRwppk/s72-c/IMG_8997.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-7237462945725441213</id><published>2009-02-17T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T11:55:34.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ballerina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SZsVe57s-UI/AAAAAAAAA9s/GCDqkh8hShY/s1600-h/looking+at+mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SZsVe57s-UI/AAAAAAAAA9s/GCDqkh8hShY/s320/looking+at+mom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303856606850382146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SZsVWpvIx5I/AAAAAAAAA9k/CB4E8fUbOYY/s1600-h/gmas+ballerina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SZsVWpvIx5I/AAAAAAAAA9k/CB4E8fUbOYY/s320/gmas+ballerina.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303856465063757714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SZsVr7d-R5I/AAAAAAAAA90/Fd4_IyJSA2g/s1600-h/waiting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SZsVr7d-R5I/AAAAAAAAA90/Fd4_IyJSA2g/s320/waiting.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303856830600857490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arianna had her first Ballet Class today, and it seemed to have gone over quite well. I was going into the class thinking Arianna was going to be very shy and clung to Mommy the whole time. &lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes of chatting, I went to the counter to pay for the classes, and found Arianna in the class already (with a helping hand from Melissa) sitting on her mat. I was SHOCKED to say the least. Normally she does not leave my side, especially in a new place but she seemed quite at home here. The class started with some toe/leg warmups where they gathered in a little group and moved all around. So, throughout the class the girls " followed" Miss. Amanda around, doing all sorts of fun things. Arianna got along great with the other girls, even having one little girl grab her hand and prance her around the class. She absolutely loved the baton, and was a little upset when Miss. Amanda had to take it back. &lt;br /&gt;But all in all, I was thoroughly impressed and proud of my little independent girl. I'm really excited for next week, and hope that Arianna will continue to enjoy dancing :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-7237462945725441213?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/7237462945725441213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=7237462945725441213' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/7237462945725441213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/7237462945725441213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2009/02/ballerina.html' title='Ballerina'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SZsVe57s-UI/AAAAAAAAA9s/GCDqkh8hShY/s72-c/looking+at+mom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-5385954160306989583</id><published>2009-01-23T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T12:01:19.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Means No....Right?</title><content type='html'>The word No.&lt;br /&gt;It's a pretty simple thing, you say no or hear no and you don't do that right?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm finding myself saying this word an awful lot and not getting much of a response from the audience. Arianna. &lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if it's my pregnancy hormones that are all out of whack and I'm getting much more frustrated much faster or if it really is Arianna ignoring every thing I have to say. Or maybe it is a little of both. Everything had been going smoothly, and all of the sudden out of nowhere this new child has emerged, an independent all knowing little girl. She has demands and she wants them dealt with right now, no yesterday. Although, she is polite when she asks for things, she is still quite demanding. &lt;br /&gt;Anywho, back to the No. &lt;br /&gt;She gets into everything, all the drawers,climbing the chairs, playing on the computer and pressing things she shouldn't be, playing in the cupboards, walking ahead of me and trying to run away, everything. So, I calmly say Arianna, Mommy said No, and she looks at me and does it anyway. More firmly I say it again, Mommy said No. WELL, all hell decides to break loose, and she has a FULL BLOWN tantrum. There is screaming, slamming her head on the ground and pushing whatever is in front of her. So, I've always been told, the safest place for her to be is in her crib. So she has a timeout and is put in her crib so she doesn't hurt herself. (Now I'm not to comfortable putting her in her crib - as  I want that to be her safe/happy place, a place where she is comfortable, and I have such trouble putting her in there when I am disciplining her, but for right now I don't know where else to put her with bashing her head on something)ANYWHO,&lt;br /&gt;After about 2 minutes I go in her room to find a raccoon faced little girl sniffling away to which I pick up and say it's time to be a good girl, and then she's lovable again, all until I tell her No again. &lt;br /&gt;So, my question is to Mom's out there. Did you have to deal with this while you were pregnant? Is it just me and my mixed up hormones, is this NO thing common? Am I losing my cool to soon? Do you out there get frustrated and overwhelmed by such a small thing, or is this just me being crazy?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, but I feel like I'm losing my mind and am slowly going nuts! &lt;br /&gt;I hope this gets easier as time progresses. I hope it's not actually the terrible twos!&lt;br /&gt;I just need some advice or knowing that this does happen to other Moms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-5385954160306989583?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/5385954160306989583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=5385954160306989583' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/5385954160306989583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/5385954160306989583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-means-noright.html' title='No Means No....Right?'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-2286306684345758290</id><published>2009-01-20T12:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T12:12:35.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 weeks????</title><content type='html'>Well, today I am 9 weeks and 2 days pregnant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SXYt_otDdPI/AAAAAAAAA8w/VzJ7b8UTBzA/s1600-h/Sara+9+weeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SXYt_otDdPI/AAAAAAAAA8w/VzJ7b8UTBzA/s320/Sara+9+weeks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293468983301993714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 weeks 2 days (Baby #2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I am already this big, it blows my mind. At 20 weeks with Arianna I was still smaller than this. &lt;br /&gt;I know with your second you always grow faster, but this?&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to think there may actually be a possibility of twins. I've been one to never think I'd have twins, or could. It doesn't seem like that would happen, but what else could be the explanation for this large belly? I'm not eating that much, I was sick and dehydrated for so many days, and I'm running around after a little girl all day long! &lt;br /&gt;Well, from now on, week by week I'm hoping to have a belly shot, to see how I'm growing and for you to watch me GROW! &lt;br /&gt;We're all still very excited, and I'm extra excited to see the Ultrasound March 27th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SXYwE9EV6MI/AAAAAAAAA84/Z7KQEIOTnHQ/s1600-h/pregnancy+20+weeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SXYwE9EV6MI/AAAAAAAAA84/Z7KQEIOTnHQ/s320/pregnancy+20+weeks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293471273690982594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 weeks 5 Days (Arianna)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-2286306684345758290?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/2286306684345758290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=2286306684345758290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/2286306684345758290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/2286306684345758290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2009/01/9-weeks.html' title='9 weeks????'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SXYt_otDdPI/AAAAAAAAA8w/VzJ7b8UTBzA/s72-c/Sara+9+weeks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-3403958555893879731</id><published>2009-01-18T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T21:04:57.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SXQJ1_PKyxI/AAAAAAAAA8o/FEdssyQ0BOI/s1600-h/arianna+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SXQJ1_PKyxI/AAAAAAAAA8o/FEdssyQ0BOI/s320/arianna+small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292866285179947794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SXQJQn0wvkI/AAAAAAAAA8g/DZYtrBDPqWw/s1600-h/arianna+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SXQJQn0wvkI/AAAAAAAAA8g/DZYtrBDPqWw/s320/arianna+small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292865643240013378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SXQIFZ4ojzI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/q4bOJ4eS-Sg/s1600-h/arianna+small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SXQIFZ4ojzI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/q4bOJ4eS-Sg/s320/arianna+small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292864351007969074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SXQBF090w9I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/RngyMCjztEU/s1600-h/IMG_8903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SXQBF090w9I/AAAAAAAAA8Q/RngyMCjztEU/s320/IMG_8903.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292856661696103378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we finally got our new computer. Our computer for the last 2 years has FINALLY crashed, and we were able to buy our MAC! I'm so excited, I can search websites, read blogs and finally see what's on the screen, not to mention we can see the true work of our new(bought last Feb) camera. &lt;br /&gt;AND, my wonderful husband has surprised me with a lovely trip for Valentines Day. I only found out early, as my work schedule had to correspond, and if offered would not be able to take a shift for those days. So, where are we going? It's not really a shock....VEGAS. Yes, we're going to Las Vegas again, but this time to take in the enjoyment of a show and a nice dinner. &lt;br /&gt;I'm very excited, truly the last hoorah for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pregnancy:&lt;br /&gt;Things seem to be getting better (knock on wood) I'm feeling like myself, only large. I can't even begin to imagine how big and uncomfortable I'm going to be by August 23rd. &lt;br /&gt;I'm definitely getting all my proper nutrition (with a few "light" snacks) plus LOTS of water/juice, as I do not want to be 6 days dehydrated again. I think as long as I take my dicletion, till the next trimester I'll be ok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arianna:&lt;br /&gt;She's amazing, she truly surprises me everyday. She's growing so fast, right before our eyes. I'm now able to get her hair into a ponytail(s) and she looks absolutely adorable. 5 minutes later however, the elastics are pulled from her hair leaving it look like I haven't brushed her hair in days. This infuriates me, lol. I just love the way it looks, and as soon as she pulls it out she gives me that look and has a HUGE smile on her face. One day she'll let me leave them in; I hope.&lt;br /&gt;She has learned a new (and I think impressive) trick. SNAPPING. She loves to snap her fingers. Also, her Papa has taught her how to wink. It's pretty funny. When you tell her to wink, she'll look at that person, close both eyes and smile. &lt;br /&gt;My brother took a few video's from his visit, and once I get them I will post them for you to view. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off now to play with this new computer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-3403958555893879731?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/3403958555893879731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=3403958555893879731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/3403958555893879731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/3403958555893879731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SXQJ1_PKyxI/AAAAAAAAA8o/FEdssyQ0BOI/s72-c/arianna+small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-4819983961897114085</id><published>2009-01-07T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T13:06:08.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SWe8O1ERAcI/AAAAAAAAA8E/VamlRt_hS1Q/s1600-h/arianna+small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SWe8O1ERAcI/AAAAAAAAA8E/VamlRt_hS1Q/s320/arianna+small.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289403250319098306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's official, I am pregnant and we are expecting our second little baby :)I would love to say things have been going smoothly this time around, but I can't. As of right now, I've been pretty sick and keeping absolutely nothing in. I went to what I thought was my first pre-natal appointment - but due to incorrect booking it was just a regular visit. This is probably a good thing, as my doctor said I did not look so good, and asked how things had been going. In turn I had told him the above -not keeping anything down. Immediately he checked my fluids, and tongue, and found I was severely dehydrated and was to be admitted to the hopsital for Hyperemesis Gravidarum. I was actually kind of shocked, I didn't think I would need to be admitted considering I was in Emergency 2 days previous hooked up to IV and pumped full of fluids, but I guess that was not enough. When I got to the hospital I was immediately set up to an IV (after 8 attempts to find a vein, the doctor was able to come in and get it done)I spent the 2 days resting and being pumped full of water. Which in turn really seemed to help. I try to be optimistic that this pregnancy will from this point forward continue smoothly. &lt;br /&gt;SO, other than that I am fantastic and am so excited to be expecting again. I am due on/around August 23rd (SO FAR AWAY) and have my first prenatal appointment this coming week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little girl is growing so fast and I'm in complete shock that her 2nd birthday is only a few short months away. I can't get over how in just one night she seems like a total different person. Her vocabulary is really coming along, she's quite the chatterbox; just like her Mommy. She will definetely let you know how she is feeling and what needs to be done about it. She is definetely Independant. She likes to do everything on her own, and does not want to be told what to do. If she can't figure something out right away, she will sit and ponder how to do it, and then amazingly in only a few minutes will have it figured out - just like her Daddy. She no longer wants to have cuddle time, or hold Mommy's hand and if I try it's an automatic "No Mommy." I miss this time, but I love watching her grow and learn new things day by day. &lt;br /&gt;She is also a very shy little girl, especially if she hasn't met you. She immediately goes to her safe area (any family around) and clings on for safety with her head burried. After about 20 minutes - 1 hour she starts opening up a bit and interaccting with people. Again - just like her Daddy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally have an appointment with a specialist at Children's Hospital Feb 19th, to discuss this ongoing Bowel problem. She is getting a little better with time, but I still don't think she should be screaming everytime she needs to goto the bathroom, so I'm hoping that with this visit we will finally be able to have a resolution to this awful problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for right now,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-4819983961897114085?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/4819983961897114085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=4819983961897114085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/4819983961897114085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/4819983961897114085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2009/01/pregnant.html' title='Pregnant'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SWe8O1ERAcI/AAAAAAAAA8E/VamlRt_hS1Q/s72-c/arianna+small.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-901255815508200050</id><published>2008-11-12T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T11:54:36.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day or Remembrance</title><content type='html'>2 years ago yesterday was our family's day of Remembrance. I can remember sitting 4 months pregnant with Michael watching the Canucks game when I got a frantic phone call from my Dad saying Cody and Amanda had been in a terrible accident. Immediately we drove to my parents home where my very shaken up Dad and knowing 3 year old neice were. My mind hadn't set into the severity as I told my Dad it would be ok, and to be calm. A few phone calls later, myself and Michael headed to the Chilliwack hospital. Once we arrived there, I saw my family in tears, saying Amanda is going to be ok, but Cody had been Air Lifted with Lisa to Children's. This is when the fear really set in. I was trying to stay optimistic and as calm as I could be to keep my family calm. In the pouring rain Michael,myself, my mom and Greg (Cody's Dad) drove out to Vancouver. Once we arrived we rushed to the ICU. Having no idea what we were about to see, we all became tear filled. We walked into a team of 15 or so people working on a lifeless Cody. An amazing group of the best doctors in the world working on our special little guy. We stayed for a few hours to wait and hear of any changing news, hoping and praying for the best. As the days past, ours feelings and emotions were taken through a series of Rollercoaster bumps, we had good news, and then horrible news, 1 giant step forward, and 5 Giant steps back. As the 9 days went by, it was time to say Goodbye. There was nothing we could do. So as our close family gathered together, we all held onto a piece of Cody as we watched his body and soul go to be with God, to make Heaven a little more beautiful. He was a fighter, and that's what he did. So, I ask anyone that reads this blog, cherish what you have, love every moment of your life because you really don't realize what you have until it's gone. I miss him everyday, and pray that's he's taking care of all of us down here from up there. &lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Cody's accident occured at the Fraser River, there is a memorial cross set up at the site, I have not been since before Arianna was born as it's to hard, but if you drive by this area please stop and think about this amazing young man, and his fight till the end. He amazed the doctors, and his family and will forever live on in our hearts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-901255815508200050?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/901255815508200050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=901255815508200050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/901255815508200050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/901255815508200050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-or-remembrance.html' title='A Day or Remembrance'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-3148416687022171762</id><published>2008-10-27T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T09:54:57.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Training ????</title><content type='html'>So, if anything good came out of this whole constipation problem with Arianna, it's this; Arianna using the Potty (or Booty)as she calls it. I was in no way trying to train Arianna as she is still to young. (in my opinion) But, with all her issues it was very easy to tell when Ari had to go, so it was easy to plop her onto the potty (as it was easier for her) and let her do her thing. She now will tell us when she has to go poop, and will grab her diaper and say "poopy" when she has to pee. I thought "No, you don't really have to go" but sure enough I took the diapers off, she sat on the potty and she said "All Gone" and sure enough she had peed, I was honestly shocked, not to mention so proud. I called Grandma and Nana right away. :) Now, I'm not fully set on potty training, all I know is that when she says pee pee or poo poo, she will goto the potty and do her business there. If we're home during the day she can run around in training pants/diapers to make it easier, I just think it's a pretty big step and hope when it's actually time to have her fully trained she will be great. I'm just happy that she understands what it is to use the potty, and know's it's not a toy ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-3148416687022171762?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/3148416687022171762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=3148416687022171762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/3148416687022171762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/3148416687022171762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2008/10/potty-training.html' title='Potty Training ????'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-3206326933742518594</id><published>2008-10-21T11:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T10:15:46.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby's growing up...</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile so now is a good time to do a new update. Our little family just got back from a road trip to Alberta. We left on the 11th heading out to Medicine Hat to visit with Arianna's Great Grandparents. We had a great time, and I may have possibly put on a "few" pounds. Being with Grandparents you will NEVER starve. We woke up to Breakfast &amp; Coffee and then DESSERT. Snacks, Lunch (with DESSERT) snacks, and then Dinner (WITH DESSERT) Now I'm not complaining because everything was amazing, but it was a lot of food. We kept busy the whole trip, there was always something going on. We made another trip to Empress &amp; Oyen, a 2 hour drive on flat prairie roads - what a view. :):) While in Oyen we were able to see Arianna's Great,Great,Great Aunt and Uncle, 92 year old Dyck, and 86 year old Vi. They loved Arianna and watching everything she did. We then headed to Ari's other Great, Great, Great Aunt - Marie in Empress. We had a great time there, had baked cookies and tea. Arianna, Michael, Gloria and myself ventured out while the Grandparents stayed and chatted. We made our way to a cute little store called Empressive. It was cute full of odd little things. We took a few photo's as Empress is a tiny and neat town. It reminds me of some place you'd see on little house on the prairie. It's a town of maybe 100 people, and old neat buildings, not some place you'd picture growing up. But it was adorable...&lt;br /&gt;We went for walks, to the mall, to Michael's Aunt and Uncle's house for Thanksgiving dinner; Cousin's place to watch Survivor. &lt;br /&gt;on the next Friday we headed out to Calgary to visit my brother and family. We had a great time there, Gloria and Michael enjoyed listening to my Uncle Mikey place at his place for the Jam, and myself and Arianna drove out to Turner Valley to visit with my Auntie Mary. &lt;br /&gt;All in all we had a great trip, and I was SO proud of Arianna. Her sleep schedule changed night by night, and I think she maybe have cried 5 times the whole trip. And not even cries, just wimpers in the car to get out. &lt;br /&gt;It was a loooooong drive, especially for me - the nervous passenger. Luckily for us we were sparerd from any snow, only a light dusting on the side of the road through the Rockies. I was pretty happy about that. And considering the day after we got home the Coquihalla and Rockies were COVERED in snow. Phew. &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's pretty much it, Arianna is cutting her bottom 2nd year molar so there has been a LOT of drooling, rosy cheeks. ALSO, a few new things. NO. her absolute favourite word. You don't take anything from her, or you will get a risen finger flailing up in the air saying no,no, no. It's too cute and hard to be stern when she's doing that. She's speaking a lot more now as well, she loves saying All GONE, Gramma,Eat, Cookie,Please (sounds like BEES) those are the most popular. She is up now so I can't type more, oh ya UPIE. Reminded me because she is in her crib saying upie mommy. :)&lt;br /&gt;To add, we now have Arianna fully poopy potty trained. This isn't because we were trying but because of all her history it was easier for her, and now before anytime she has to poop she will come to either Michael or myself (even in the middle of the night) and say poopy and will (for the most part) not poop anywhere but the potty; unless she's in too much pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SP9ew8Vk9pI/AAAAAAAAAno/u4cDGXLI7vU/s1600-h/sad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SP9ew8Vk9pI/AAAAAAAAAno/u4cDGXLI7vU/s320/sad.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260027084715390610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SP9entCxz3I/AAAAAAAAAng/pK8F0HPx5JA/s1600-h/mybabygirl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SP9entCxz3I/AAAAAAAAAng/pK8F0HPx5JA/s320/mybabygirl.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260026925991186290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SP9eimZf0EI/AAAAAAAAAnY/s6jqOfMg6cs/s1600-h/rocks+small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SP9dhvpzBVI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/GeHHzGoPM6E/s320/babygirl3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260025724100871506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SP9dZcKNs_I/AAAAAAAAAmI/1gYFeHdmtGs/s1600-h/babygirl2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SP9dZcKNs_I/AAAAAAAAAmI/1gYFeHdmtGs/s320/babygirl2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260025581429175282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SP9dO4Lf2EI/AAAAAAAAAmA/yRyJITbhZ2g/s1600-h/babygirl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SP9dO4Lf2EI/AAAAAAAAAmA/yRyJITbhZ2g/s320/babygirl.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260025399972190274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-3206326933742518594?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/3206326933742518594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=3206326933742518594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/3206326933742518594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/3206326933742518594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2008/10/babys-growing-upmommys-slimmin-down.html' title='Baby&apos;s growing up...'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SP9ew8Vk9pI/AAAAAAAAAno/u4cDGXLI7vU/s72-c/sad.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-2012424412930367010</id><published>2008-09-12T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T10:08:17.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh boy...Momma had her first real scare</title><content type='html'>Arianna choked. Everyone knows Arianna is not the best eater, but I try to do what I can to make sure she gets everything she needs whether she spits it out or not;at least I tried. Well last night for dinner was a fun night as we ordered pizza. It came just before Michael got home from work, so I did the usual, put Arianna in the high chair, and set everything up. I cut up the pizza and put the fork on the plate for Ari to eat. Well normally I would give her the toppings to eat, but she had been eating more things lately and becoming accustomed to bread so I thought I'd let her eat it. Well after a few good bites, she started going red and I in turn started panicking, I didn't know what to do, so my first (and probably worst instinct) was to do the scoop method and try to grab the piece. My mind went totally blank. With my scoop method thought I must have done something, as she let out a HUGE scream, and contiuned too for the next 5 minutes, I can promise you the sound of her scream was as amazing to hear as when she was first born, it was a huge relief. Although when Michael walked into the house the first thing he saw were his two girls BAWLING there eyes out. I was shaking I was so upset/scared, and Ari was coming down from her cries. As he said it was ok, and she's fine I couldn't help but think what I would have done if the piece hadn't moved down. I've taken my first aid course, but now realized it was far to long ago, and am planning on taking the Infant/Toddler portion of the course to refresh my memory in case something happens again, I can't and wont be stuck in that situation again without knowing what to properly do. &lt;br /&gt;But she is ok, and that is the wonderful part.&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, my baby is going to be a puppy for Halloween, and the cutest one ever. In the picture below she does not look too impressed but let me assure you that she is quite excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SMqheS1UiRI/AAAAAAAAAl4/LD4lCZEq0-0/s1600-h/puppy+small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SMqheS1UiRI/AAAAAAAAAl4/LD4lCZEq0-0/s320/puppy+small.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245182257849993490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-2012424412930367010?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/2012424412930367010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=2012424412930367010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/2012424412930367010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/2012424412930367010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-boymomma-had-her-first-real-scare.html' title='Oh boy...Momma had her first real scare'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SMqheS1UiRI/AAAAAAAAAl4/LD4lCZEq0-0/s72-c/puppy+small.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-6605894320460033765</id><published>2008-08-29T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T11:34:39.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tidbits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SL2HIoF44wI/AAAAAAAAAlw/hPAUvWxhmMU/s1600-h/arianna+small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SL2HIoF44wI/AAAAAAAAAlw/hPAUvWxhmMU/s320/arianna+small.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241494123599946498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SL2HA2nsc9I/AAAAAAAAAlo/p07O_Kkxhx8/s1600-h/smiling+girl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SL2HA2nsc9I/AAAAAAAAAlo/p07O_Kkxhx8/s320/smiling+girl.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241493990060880850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SL2G77gv2XI/AAAAAAAAAlg/-SsB7GXnYZw/s1600-h/ari+hat+small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SL2G77gv2XI/AAAAAAAAAlg/-SsB7GXnYZw/s320/ari+hat+small.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241493905474574706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrible twos - HA, that's like morning sickness (it's not just in the morning it's all day) and the same thing with the twos; they don't start at two, they've STARTED! Oh child, every bit of patience I have has been tested this past week. I think I've done pretty well to I might add. Firstly, Arianna (my sweet,sweet Arianna)has developed selective hearing, she absolutely does not here the word NO! &lt;br /&gt;I now appreciate that she didn't start walking until 15 months, I can't hold her back anymore, she's all over the place, I can't even cuddle 2 minutes without her squirming trying to get away. (unless it's bedtime) &lt;br /&gt;We had her weighed at the Clinic the other day and she's at 21 pounds - with clothes and shoes, so she's quite small, but she's very healthy and happy. &lt;br /&gt;She is still a very very picky eater, and will only eat certain things. I try to give her everything, fruits,veggies, and all of the others, although it goes in her mouth it comes out withing 1 minute. It's a little frustrating, but I know her appetite will have to pick up someday! :S&lt;br /&gt;We finally have an appointment at the specialists(Children's Hospital) for her constipation and it's only 5 months away, LOL. It's in Feb, but that's ok at least she has the appointment. She has started pooping on the potty as well, if she has to go she will let us know, and usually it's quite obvious so we can tell. We are by no means potty training her yet, we just find it's easier for her constipation to do it this way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, &lt;br /&gt;My sister, after years of struggling with all the horrible that has happened with no way to cope has finally agreed to goto rehab. She's in a BEAUTIFUL facility for 6 weeks, and I am so so so thankful she is there. She will now hopefully start to cope with all the horrible that has happened and realize the wonderful person/mother she is. I'm so thankful to my family who helped her get there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-6605894320460033765?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/6605894320460033765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=6605894320460033765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/6605894320460033765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/6605894320460033765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2008/08/everything-from-z.html' title='Tidbits'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SL2HIoF44wI/AAAAAAAAAlw/hPAUvWxhmMU/s72-c/arianna+small.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-7078301084200519978</id><published>2008-08-13T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T20:17:58.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pooping Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SKOjYflNtII/AAAAAAAAAlY/bS5EFuunCvw/s1600-h/small+girl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SKOjYflNtII/AAAAAAAAAlY/bS5EFuunCvw/s320/small+girl.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234206833124422786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure this was bound to happen, but I wasn't quite ready or expecting it. I'm sure you already have an idea of what she did by the title, but I'll tell my little story that leads up to the wonderful event. Arianna normally has two naps every day (yes, still 2) one in the morning from 9:30-11:00 and one at 3:00 - 4:30-5:00, depending on the day. Well today was a normal day, had her nap in the morning, and as the day progressed she was become more and more aggetated so I put her down for what I thought would be a regular nap at 3:00pm, 10 minutes later I checked on her and she looked fast asleep, so I left her. at 5:00 she woke up, and was calling Mama and Dada so I went in there and (you'll never guess) there was poop everywhere. And by everywhere I mean all over her bed spindles,the mattress, her hands, toes and (here's the kicker) her mouth. I normally am very good with handelling smells, but this was raunchy and horrible. After laughing for about 10 minutes I got the bath ready and plopped her in the tub - standing so I could use the shower hose to spray her down first, as I didn't want her sitting in a dirty bath because that would defeit the point. After the bath she was clean clean clean, but I now had to conquer the bedroom, I left Arianna with Daddy in the livingroom (as tough guy gags at any bad smell) so he certainly wasn't coming to the rescue :) I went to the bedroom with my bowl filled with soapy water and two clothes and got to cleaning. As I was cleaning I realized that she wasn't sleeping when I checked on her, because the state of the poop clearly showed that it had been there for awhile. (it took about 15 minutes to clean) nevermind the laundry. So the little stinker was "pretending" to sleep while she secretly pooped, removed her diaper (which was on the floor half way across the room) had an absolute ball in this new found discovery and started talking when she was done! Now, I don't have a camera in the bedroom, I do it the old fashioned way and trust that she's sleeping :) :( From now on I am going to have to turn my ears up so I can hear what's really going on in there. With all that all I can say is what a little stinker! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- There are no pictures as I did not need to commemerate the day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, she now says please and thank you, now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-7078301084200519978?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/7078301084200519978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=7078301084200519978' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/7078301084200519978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/7078301084200519978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2008/08/pooping-princess.html' title='Pooping Princess'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SKOjYflNtII/AAAAAAAAAlY/bS5EFuunCvw/s72-c/small+girl.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-8715547917401796865</id><published>2008-08-12T14:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T15:27:59.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Little Temper Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SKINIIHtLpI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/nI9Y4APkF-E/s1600-h/IMG_0408a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SKINIIHtLpI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/nI9Y4APkF-E/s320/IMG_0408a.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233760150227857042" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SKIMz2eyOOI/AAAAAAAAAlI/jyZuqm_HSzU/s1600-h/IMG_04031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SKIMz2eyOOI/AAAAAAAAAlI/jyZuqm_HSzU/s320/IMG_04031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233759801895434466" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off I have no idea where she got this from!!!! :) &lt;br /&gt;Our little daughter, our princess, are oh so loving little girl has turned into having quite the temper tantrums, she's making sure her voice is heard from miles away and to attract all the attention to her while she bangs her head on everything in site. I try not to make a big deal out of it, as she thinks it's funny when I do that, and continues on, so I try to gently tell her no and move her away from the area, because I don't want her to hurt herself, and if she continues I put her on the floor/carpet as it has more padding then a table,door,window or Sandi cast Dog my parents have in their home - ya ouch! I'm desperately hoping this is just a faze and it will soon pass, as it makes myself and my family cringe every time it happens. Not only is she banging her head, she is also ramming her finger down her throat every chance she gets; and again we try to stay calm but this is essentially worse as she almost throws up every time she does it, so the no becomes a little more stern. She still thinks it's hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;I really don't want to get her a foam piece for her head - as she'll probably look like one of the dogs with a cone around it's head so they don't bite themselves. Eeek *my attempt at a joke* And really I don't think they make anything for head banging babies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of October Michael, Arianna,myself and Grandma Baird will be heading to Medicine Hat, Ab. to visit family for Thanksgiving. Again this will be a road trip, but it many ways will probably harder as the last time we went Arianna was 6 months old! Sure it was difficult with the bottles, but this time we have to deal with a Toddler who HATES being in the car, and screams and screams and screams for 12 hours! I'm hoping that if I sit in the back with her she'll be calm, but who knows! Wish us luck!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I'm going to post a few video's of our growing girl, for the family to see how she's doing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-aff2051bfdc69aff" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daff2051bfdc69aff%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331192603%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D43BA31485E8A96652386239DE8337523D0822597.217E92718564E74CD7CAD691C5CA4D4BB6DD5DD5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daff2051bfdc69aff%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPmmDBTw7RDMnaccI4imOS8BDmmw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daff2051bfdc69aff%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331192603%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D43BA31485E8A96652386239DE8337523D0822597.217E92718564E74CD7CAD691C5CA4D4BB6DD5DD5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daff2051bfdc69aff%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPmmDBTw7RDMnaccI4imOS8BDmmw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-8715547917401796865?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=aff2051bfdc69aff&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/8715547917401796865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=8715547917401796865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/8715547917401796865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/8715547917401796865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-little-temper-queen.html' title='Our Little Temper Queen'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SKINIIHtLpI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/nI9Y4APkF-E/s72-c/IMG_0408a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-3194224402022253626</id><published>2008-08-06T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T11:07:34.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for an update</title><content type='html'>Things are going wonderful with our little family. Arianna is soon to be 16 months - WOW. I find myself constantly wondering where all the time has gone. I now understand my mom always saying I remember the day you were born like it was yesterday. &lt;br /&gt;She's getting so big, it's so amazing watching her grow and learn. Although we started signing later than most, she's definitely mastering it. She now signs, eat,more,and all done!We're working on please and thank you now! First thing in the morning when I go in her room to get her, we have a 2 minute cuddle and she immediately sits up and signs eat! Her eating habits have definitely picked up as well - she no longer spits out everything we feed her!&lt;br /&gt;Talking - more and more like her mommy every day! Quite a chatterbox. Her new favorite; nice,juice,walk,milk,kiss,up(upies)down,dance,ali, and more just can't think of them right now!&lt;br /&gt;She is also HORRIBLE in the car now, at all times. Months ago she was perfect, LOVED It, then got to just having little fits; but were able to stop her, NOW they are full blown screaming fits. She'll keep going for the whole car ride, and nothing will soothe her. The only thing that would work would be if I sat in the back with her, CHAOTIC! oh well this will (should)pass...&lt;br /&gt;Laura,myself, Judy (Korean exchange student staying with Gloria and Laura) and Arianna went on a hike. Now to most Teapot hill is NOT a hike, more me making a mountain of mole hill. BUT, if your not in any shape other than round, it's a hike. I started the "hike" with Arianna on my back, but I found after 1/4 (if that) of the way up, I just couldn't do it , so WONDERFUL Auntie Laura came to the rescue and hiked Arianna up on her back the whole way. I took Arianna down the hill though!&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, it was fun and some good exercise! Plans are in the works to do it again to downgrade this mountain into the actual hill it is; when Laura gets back from Italy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's made my/our life so perfect. I can't(can) wait to watch her grow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SJotwJR3PQI/AAAAAAAAAjw/jk4UoW4Jaug/s1600-h/grandma+and+ari+small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SJotwJR3PQI/AAAAAAAAAjw/jk4UoW4Jaug/s320/grandma+and+ari+small.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231544222292065538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SJouH-BCuvI/AAAAAAAAAj4/Lkenkd97NjQ/s1600-h/my+beauty+small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SJouH-BCuvI/AAAAAAAAAj4/Lkenkd97NjQ/s320/my+beauty+small.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231544631585585906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SJouVchd_cI/AAAAAAAAAkA/xyZ2ys7JvRU/s1600-h/park+day+small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SJov3pQMIAI/AAAAAAAAAkY/A40d-uV2gIk/s320/teapot+hill+small.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231546550157320194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SJowIyHIZsI/AAAAAAAAAkg/6gg5CFm4yoA/s1600-h/kisses+small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SJowIyHIZsI/AAAAAAAAAkg/6gg5CFm4yoA/s320/kisses+small.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231546844593022658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SJowRHcxElI/AAAAAAAAAko/Lecg1W5b69k/s1600-h/the+top+small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SJowRHcxElI/AAAAAAAAAko/Lecg1W5b69k/s320/the+top+small.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231546987759866450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SJowXZxumKI/AAAAAAAAAkw/8IMeGMM_Heg/s1600-h/small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SJowXZxumKI/AAAAAAAAAkw/8IMeGMM_Heg/s320/small.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231547095758837922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SJowgiVWLbI/AAAAAAAAAk4/3DL6ROTNAUw/s1600-h/ali+and+arianna+small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SJowgiVWLbI/AAAAAAAAAk4/3DL6ROTNAUw/s320/ali+and+arianna+small.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231547252674538930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SJow0Fo_gwI/AAAAAAAAAlA/z4Xa7kQRSlU/s1600-h/cantalope.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SJow0Fo_gwI/AAAAAAAAAlA/z4Xa7kQRSlU/s320/cantalope.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231547588569694978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-3194224402022253626?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/3194224402022253626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=3194224402022253626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/3194224402022253626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/3194224402022253626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2008/08/time-for-update.html' title='Time for an update'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SJotwJR3PQI/AAAAAAAAAjw/jk4UoW4Jaug/s72-c/grandma+and+ari+small.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-6990963123558646079</id><published>2008-07-21T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T21:32:05.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On a serious note</title><content type='html'>A poem I found. (everyone knows who this is for - please it's time for help-we love you so much)&lt;br /&gt;- this is not in anyway positive and I know its on my family blog but I need someone to read this and realize it's not her fault, I love you more than you'd ever know. I now have to realize it's up to her, but needed to post this for other people to see that it's not their fault either, it's not the same person were dealing with anymore, it's an Addiction which we cannot control.&lt;br /&gt;She's lost so much; no one will ever know, all we know is that what has happened was by no mean fault of her. We need to come together for her to bring her back to the once beautiful,happy person she was before. We can't change the past, but if there's anyway we can help change her future.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I destroy homes....... I tear families apart. &lt;br /&gt;I take your children......and that's just the start. &lt;br /&gt;I'm more costly than diamonds, more precious than gold. &lt;br /&gt;The sorrow I bring, is a sight to behold. &lt;br /&gt;If you need me, remember, I'm easily found... &lt;br /&gt;I live all around you...in schools and in town. &lt;br /&gt;I live with the rich...I live with the poor... &lt;br /&gt;I live down the street...maybe even next door! &lt;br /&gt;I am made in such ways...you can shoot me or smoke... &lt;br /&gt;I used to be called "cocaine...or coke" &lt;br /&gt;The sound that I make, when you're inhaling my stench... &lt;br /&gt;Is how my name "Crack" came to be...(perfect sense) &lt;br /&gt;My power is awesome; try me, you'll see... &lt;br /&gt;But if you do, you may never break free. &lt;br /&gt;Just try me once, and I may let you go... &lt;br /&gt;But try me twice, and I'll own your soul. &lt;br /&gt;When "I" possess you, you'll steal and you'll lie. &lt;br /&gt;You'll do what you have to, just to get "high". &lt;br /&gt;The crimes you'll commit, for my narcotic charms... &lt;br /&gt;Will be worth the pleasure you'll feel in your arms, lungs and nose. &lt;br /&gt;You'll lie to your mother; you'll steal from your dad..... &lt;br /&gt;When you see their tears, ...you should feel sad. &lt;br /&gt;But you will forget your morals...and how you were raised..... &lt;br /&gt;I'll be your "conscience"...I'll teach you "my ways". &lt;br /&gt;I'll take kids from parents, and parents from kids. &lt;br /&gt;I turn people from "GOD".....and separate friends. &lt;br /&gt;I'll take everything from you, ...your looks and your pride. &lt;br /&gt;I'll be with you ALWAYS.......right by your side. &lt;br /&gt;You'll give up everything...your family, your home.... &lt;br /&gt;your friends,.... your money....then you'll be all alone. &lt;br /&gt;I'll take &amp; take, till you have nothing more to give... &lt;br /&gt;When I'm finished with you....you'll be lucky to live. &lt;br /&gt;If you try me, be warned........this is no "game"... &lt;br /&gt;If given the chance....I'll drive you insane! &lt;br /&gt;I'll ravish your body...I'll control your mind.. &lt;br /&gt;I'll own you "completely"....your "soul" will be mine! &lt;br /&gt;The nightmares I'll give you, while lying in bed... &lt;br /&gt;The voices you'll hear.....from inside your head... &lt;br /&gt;The sweats, the shakes...the "visions" you'll see... &lt;br /&gt;I want you to know...these are ALL "gifts from me". &lt;br /&gt;But then it's too late, and you'll know in your heart.. &lt;br /&gt;That you are MINE.....and we shall not part.... &lt;br /&gt;You'll regret that you tried me...they always do... &lt;br /&gt;But YOU came to ME...Not "I" to you...... &lt;br /&gt;You knew this would happen,...many times you were told... &lt;br /&gt;But you challenged my "power"...and chose to be "bold". &lt;br /&gt;You could have said "no".....and just walked away... &lt;br /&gt;If you could live that day over...now what would you say??? &lt;br /&gt;I'll be your "Master".....and you'll be my slave... &lt;br /&gt;I'll even go with you...when you go to your grave. &lt;br /&gt;Now that you have met me...what will you do?? &lt;br /&gt;Will you try me or not? It's all up to you.... &lt;br /&gt;I can bring you more misery than words can tell... &lt;br /&gt;Come take my hand....let me lead you to HELL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Author Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-6990963123558646079?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/6990963123558646079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=6990963123558646079' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/6990963123558646079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/6990963123558646079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2008/07/on-serious-note.html' title='On a serious note'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-66708301276665951</id><published>2008-07-18T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T22:51:51.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepy baby .....NOISY neighbours</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SIGArlks0iI/AAAAAAAAAjo/zNGX1F4fjOg/s1600-h/feb+08+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SIGArlks0iI/AAAAAAAAAjo/zNGX1F4fjOg/s320/feb+08+(2).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224598529035260450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (older pic - but you can never get enough of your childs laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SIF-1lYEAUI/AAAAAAAAAjY/Dv41MSvAx7Q/s1600-h/IMG_1416_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SIF-1lYEAUI/AAAAAAAAAjY/Dv41MSvAx7Q/s320/IMG_1416_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224596501757690178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Mommy no kisses - POOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that we may have some new neighbours that live above us now, and boy they are by no means quite. For the past 3 nights in a row, they start hammering, bangining everything, moving things from place to place and just "dropping" it, keeping there TV up so loud that I can mute mine and hear every single word clear as day(with our windows shut)and they decide to start this all at 7:30 at night. Well I understand that it's 7:30 and that's fine - even though I've just gotten my non-sleepy baby into a routine that starts then, so the noises really don't help. Although she sleeps through it, myself or Michael do not find it very pleasant. I'm also not 100% sure if this is new neighbours or the old one - because she very often did laundry at 12:30 at night, so it may just be her, but picked up a few new nightime tricks. &lt;br /&gt;ALSO, it was very ammusing sitting here watching TV and listening to what sounded like gunshots. So here's me crawling on the ground so no one can see my shadow standing in the window (yes, insert laugh here) I slowly peek though the curtains (at this point I look like a complete goof) and see there throwing what looks like carpet from their patio (keep in mind she's on the 3rd floor, it's 10:10pm, and the bottom floor suite has a built in glass patio, so it could have fallen on that, which probably would have given a stroke to the wonderful 85-90 year old couple that live there) &lt;br /&gt;Either way, it's time for me to write a nice letter to the woman/new people above us, because if you know me, I can't handle 2-3 different sounds at once, let alone having the set of Jumanji living above me. (And good for me, I'm married to a man on Strata, lol - so maybe he can do something)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, now that's off my chest I can write some new information on my baby girl. She's a toddler (really, an official toddler, I can't call her my baby anymore, how crazy is that.) Her hair is growing in faster than ever(well fast for us) and somewhat has the craziest hair I've ever seen! She now has 16 teeth, she took a 7 month break and came back in full force getting 8 in 1 month! It's so cute to see little molars and fangs in there. She's talking up a storm; although quite shy/quiet around people she does not see often. Every morning after we wake up Daddy for work, she will have breakfast and a bottle and go back into the bedroom to sit by the bathroom door yelling, DA DA (quite sternly)poking her hands under the door or her head saying "Hi DA DA" with a big smile on her face; athough she can't see him, and he'll talk to her through the door until he's done, and when he comes out she tilts her head and goes dada :) &lt;br /&gt;She LOOOVES so you think you can dance (and was not pleased with last weeks elimination) she will stand at the TV and when the dance scene comes on with the music she jams pretty hard, smashing her head all over the place, it's pretty priceless.&lt;br /&gt;She officially signed "eat" the other day; this is the only word I've tried with her, as she's a very picky eater, and I really wanted her to be able to tell me when she was hungry, and sure enough at the coffee table the other morning, she looked at Michael and myself and did it, we were SOOOO proud! &lt;br /&gt;We've had a few playdates, and some adventures _one of which was today seeing my bestest friend in Vancouver and going to Metrotown and Ikea. &lt;br /&gt;She did SWIMMINGLY, she was so happy for the whole day. We went with Kristy and Sophie. (who had quite the bad cold, and was not a happy camper rightfully so) Oh and about the doing so well; if you know Arianna you know she sleeps well in cars, well she did, until we merged onto the highway, We drove, got to Coquitlam, Sophie woke up, and she started, Sophie then because happy about Abbotsford and then it hit Arianna, OHHHHH....never in my life have I heard her like that in the car, it was pure screaming all the way home from abby. OH MY.....It was coughing, choking,red faced screaming, it was chaotic. But we made it home and she was as happy as a pickle, and didn't goto bed till 7:30. &lt;br /&gt;Well that is it for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Having fun going down the slide)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SIF-T53GIqI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/AVRADS5S1z0/s1600-h/IMG_1425_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SIF-T53GIqI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/AVRADS5S1z0/s320/IMG_1425_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224595923141010082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SIF_c1kenLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SyZjLpvUmsA/s1600-h/IMG_1392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SIF_c1kenLI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SyZjLpvUmsA/s320/IMG_1392.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224597176119631026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (right after I fell and bonked my cheek on the table)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-66708301276665951?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/66708301276665951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=66708301276665951' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/66708301276665951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/66708301276665951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2008/07/sleepy-baby-noisy-neighbours.html' title='Sleepy baby .....NOISY neighbours'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SIGArlks0iI/AAAAAAAAAjo/zNGX1F4fjOg/s72-c/feb+08+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-3070021869172895914</id><published>2008-07-15T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T14:51:19.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary to us!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SH0bo-x7fJI/AAAAAAAAAjA/T6x1pAql-CU/s1600-h/IMG_1226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SH0bo-x7fJI/AAAAAAAAAjA/T6x1pAql-CU/s320/IMG_1226.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223361533680778386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SH0Z1wzpINI/AAAAAAAAAi4/tXWNh4VOznQ/s1600-h/IMG_1235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SH0Z1wzpINI/AAAAAAAAAi4/tXWNh4VOznQ/s320/IMG_1235.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223359554244911314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SHztZMVEv8I/AAAAAAAAAiw/hYrId9lxkiw/s1600-h/IMG_1224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SHztZMVEv8I/AAAAAAAAAiw/hYrId9lxkiw/s320/IMG_1224.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223310684905062338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a day late, but Happy Anniversary to us! July 14th was our 1 year of Marriage, and actually our 8 years and 4 months together, and boy the year went by SO QUICK! I can't believe it. &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I've posted a few pictures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-3070021869172895914?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/3070021869172895914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=3070021869172895914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/3070021869172895914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/3070021869172895914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-anniversary-to-us.html' title='Happy Anniversary to us!'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SH0bo-x7fJI/AAAAAAAAAjA/T6x1pAql-CU/s72-c/IMG_1226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-8855459290885697402</id><published>2008-07-08T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T20:07:50.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Walking</title><content type='html'>Yes I said it, she's finally walking, and we're so excited. It's been a long time coming, 14 months and 3 weeks to be exact. She's still pretty wobbly, but she can definetely go from one end of the room to the other no problems, she's just a very cautious little girl and wants to make sure she has everything perfect before going out on a big adventure. &lt;br /&gt;Also, I wento to Calgary this past week/end, and had so much fun. It was a trip by myself to visit my brother who moved there in October, and to see my Uncle Mike's new pub; Mikey's Juke Joint &amp; Eatery. I flew out on Thursday at 7:45 and had a rough flight - it was really bumpy and be being and HORRIBLE flyer, had kind of a hard time, but I did it and I made it. (and yes I'm aware it's only an hour flight)&lt;br /&gt;The pub looked amazing, it was really rustic, and had jazz/blues posters everywhere, pool tables, darts area, it was awesome. I also went to the stampede, and realized that it's pretty much a place for drunk 18 year olds to go and get wasted, but the rides were fun nonetheless. Overall I had a really great trip, I had a blast with my brother and seeing him, got to hang out with my brothers really good friend and his family, and got to hear my Uncle Mike play on his "famous" saturday jam, and was completely blown away with how amazingly talented he is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week before, myself and my bestest friends mother in law threw her a baby shower. It was really fun to plan for the shower and get everything decorated. We had a ton of fun chowing down on some good food and playing some equally fun games. We took lots of pictures, and enjoyed celebrating Carleen's new soon to be baby. I'm guessing I'll probably have a little nephew. she's definetely going to have a little boy for sure, but others think girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, that's a little update for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SHQkIlb1-wI/AAAAAAAAAho/BC6AkOi-shE/s1600-h/IMG_0567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SHQkIlb1-wI/AAAAAAAAAho/BC6AkOi-shE/s320/IMG_0567.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220837597935696642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SHQlyInDM7I/AAAAAAAAAhw/vNfLTECiZSo/s1600-h/IMG_0760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SHQlyInDM7I/AAAAAAAAAhw/vNfLTECiZSo/s320/IMG_0760.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220839411264205746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SHQmQfDPF5I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZYeBZahoFFE/s1600-h/IMG_0761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SHQmQfDPF5I/AAAAAAAAAh4/ZYeBZahoFFE/s320/IMG_0761.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220839932684081042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SHQmxZOY-ZI/AAAAAAAAAiA/Ykydg9MMLyo/s1600-h/IMG_0746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SHQmxZOY-ZI/AAAAAAAAAiA/Ykydg9MMLyo/s320/IMG_0746.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220840498055936402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SHQnfx2mqcI/AAAAAAAAAiI/oLwSGjE7vuQ/s1600-h/IMG_0932.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SHQnfx2mqcI/AAAAAAAAAiI/oLwSGjE7vuQ/s320/IMG_0932.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220841294941039042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SHQoKDBYv6I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/refHtJp3QMM/s1600-h/IMG_0844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SHQoKDBYv6I/AAAAAAAAAiQ/refHtJp3QMM/s320/IMG_0844.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220842021104172962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SHQo5eeUTZI/AAAAAAAAAiY/5VS4M9h-Nrg/s1600-h/IMG_0807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SHQo5eeUTZI/AAAAAAAAAiY/5VS4M9h-Nrg/s320/IMG_0807.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220842835927125394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SHQpjYwrTZI/AAAAAAAAAig/lXcMO9lTlpQ/s1600-h/IMG_0808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SHQpjYwrTZI/AAAAAAAAAig/lXcMO9lTlpQ/s320/IMG_0808.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220843555948023186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SHQrB-zdwrI/AAAAAAAAAio/dvj8yKvCFbs/s1600-h/Carleens+Baby+Shower+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SHQrB-zdwrI/AAAAAAAAAio/dvj8yKvCFbs/s320/Carleens+Baby+Shower+021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220845181067969202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-8855459290885697402?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/8855459290885697402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=8855459290885697402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/8855459290885697402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/8855459290885697402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2008/07/shes-walking.html' title='She&apos;s Walking'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SHQkIlb1-wI/AAAAAAAAAho/BC6AkOi-shE/s72-c/IMG_0567.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-7579799024473855154</id><published>2008-06-27T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T09:12:42.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The teething and talking begins - again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SGUw3TNub9I/AAAAAAAAAg4/j8If9G72Q08/s1600-h/IMG_0429.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SGUw3TNub9I/AAAAAAAAAg4/j8If9G72Q08/s320/IMG_0429.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216629469987368914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Arianna and Mommy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems there's a new tooth popping through everyday, she now has 3 molars through! That came all withing 1 week, and the last 2 within 1 day. WOW. &lt;br /&gt;And she's talking so much now, it's so cute and pretty amazing. There are about 8-10more words from what I listed before, so we're pretty impressed. The cutest thing she does that I just LOOOOOVE is when we ask her what do tigers say, she lets out this "big" ARGHHHHH. &lt;br /&gt;She's also quite the little "puppy" as in she follows you everytime you take a step. Michael will get up to go into the bedroom to grab something and she is on his heels everystep of the way. &lt;br /&gt;Anywho, just a quick little update for now and some new pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also made Michael a fathers day video and am trying to post it, but I'm having a hard time, so once I figure that out, you can check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SGUwZExIsAI/AAAAAAAAAgw/f2plOoTRqg4/s1600-h/IMG_0431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SGUwZExIsAI/AAAAAAAAAgw/f2plOoTRqg4/s320/IMG_0431.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216628950713282562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (she literally just woke up, I went in to grab a pic of her sleeping, and as soon as I went to the camera and came back in she was like this, so I snapped a few, meanwhile the room is completely black)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SGUxY6yewcI/AAAAAAAAAhA/UD8as5yNEHk/s1600-h/michael+baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SGUxY6yewcI/AAAAAAAAAhA/UD8as5yNEHk/s320/michael+baby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216630047546196418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (don't know if I posted this, but I just think the resemblance is crazy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SGUyJCSJ24I/AAAAAAAAAhI/P7cZhM2extA/s1600-h/IMG_7055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SGUyJCSJ24I/AAAAAAAAAhI/P7cZhM2extA/s320/IMG_7055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216630874191813506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SGUyvFOzfVI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/tXm9Xqu1qk8/s1600-h/IMG_0346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SGUyvFOzfVI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/tXm9Xqu1qk8/s320/IMG_0346.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216631527818100050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Sassy Pants)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-7579799024473855154?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/7579799024473855154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=7579799024473855154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/7579799024473855154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/7579799024473855154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2008/06/teething-and-talking-begins-again.html' title='The teething and talking begins - again'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SGUw3TNub9I/AAAAAAAAAg4/j8If9G72Q08/s72-c/IMG_0429.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-1751966614048424912</id><published>2008-06-23T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T07:41:50.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping at 11:20 NAH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SGCW9bOwk0I/AAAAAAAAAgI/P-eDixF4-i4/s1600-h/IMG_0366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SGCW9bOwk0I/AAAAAAAAAgI/P-eDixF4-i4/s320/IMG_0366.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215334350520881986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this girl so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really who wants to be sleeping now, when you can listen to your baby scream in their bedroom because they are so tired and SO stubborn where they just wont close their eyes and fall into a wonderful dreamy sleep. I know personally I'd love to be sleeping right now, but in case you couldn't tell I'm wide awake listening to Arianna scream! OK, so she's not really screaming, it's more a really loud whine. I must say it's making it easier to listen being on the computer occupying the hurt I have for not running in there and "saving" her, because that's what I'd be doing because she's obviously in pain and needs me in there right?Alright, so maybe not, but still all you mommy's know it's no fun going through this, and I'm sorry especially at 14 1/2 months, c'mon already mommy wants to finally have a same sleep schedule! every night! &lt;br /&gt;I hear silence, could this be it, could she have fallen asleep?&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll just update you anyways before I goto bed! (that's if she stays asleep) She has her (quick update - she's up again) 9th tooth, it's been awhile since we've got one in her little mouth, but one is finally though and it's a sharp little thing. ( I probably wouldn't know this if I didn't put my hand in her mouth all the time)&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, things have been going well, she's walking (no no I kid I kid) I promise she's almost there, but I just look at it this way, less work for me right? :) Even if she's the only one in Kindergarten crawling through the front door! Joking! - Can you tell I'm tired?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SGEGis6wKsI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/p5y-7wgI4Tw/s1600-h/june+07+(51).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SGEGis6wKsI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/p5y-7wgI4Tw/s320/june+07+(51).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215457036714650306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SGCWTz7x9gI/AAAAAAAAAgA/AIiYfsBLQeE/s1600-h/IMG_0338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SGCWTz7x9gI/AAAAAAAAAgA/AIiYfsBLQeE/s320/IMG_0338.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215333635597661698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (new pictures I hung on the wall, since then they are now even!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now 11:56 she's still screaming, even after I spent 10 minutes with her cuddling! AND falling asleep in my arms. Oy Vey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHE'S SLEEPING (AW JINX - she's up)&lt;br /&gt;1:00am, she finally fell asleep after realizing she was constipated :( I hate that, it's not fair for Arianna, she was SOOOOOOOO tired, and was falling asleep while trying to poop, and crying all at the same time. No fun! &lt;br /&gt;How horrible do I feel? pretty horrible for letting her cry, I should've known better :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Fun!&lt;br /&gt;Here's some pics of makeup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SGEG7BWincI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EEiEozu0rxs/s1600-h/Sara+Makeup+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SGEG7BWincI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EEiEozu0rxs/s320/Sara+Makeup+036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215457454516772290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (my friend Teresa in old age)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SGEHRKHCVbI/AAAAAAAAAgg/AlZtpzSM3hY/s1600-h/sara+makeup1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SGEHRKHCVbI/AAAAAAAAAgg/AlZtpzSM3hY/s320/sara+makeup1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215457834824783282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (my beautiful neice) * I also did the hair - really cute from behind)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-1751966614048424912?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/1751966614048424912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=1751966614048424912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/1751966614048424912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/1751966614048424912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2008/06/sleeping-at-1120-nah.html' title='Sleeping at 11:20 NAH'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SGCW9bOwk0I/AAAAAAAAAgI/P-eDixF4-i4/s72-c/IMG_0366.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-8264632967362635475</id><published>2008-06-10T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T10:08:24.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to my Michael</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SE600j-uw8I/AAAAAAAAAfw/KJRHeX3IxlY/s1600-h/Pictures+2006+-+2007+1236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SE600j-uw8I/AAAAAAAAAfw/KJRHeX3IxlY/s320/Pictures+2006+-+2007+1236.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210300634018792386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SE6z6q0q76I/AAAAAAAAAfo/D1QKSsp3QPs/s1600-h/Random+Pictures+1703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SE6z6q0q76I/AAAAAAAAAfo/D1QKSsp3QPs/s320/Random+Pictures+1703.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210299639423233954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although my husband doesn't read this blog I still had to make sure to acknowledge his big 25th Birthday today. It's absolutely crazy that this is my 9th year celebrating his birthday as we were both 16 when we started dating, and he's become such an amazing man over the years I love him so much and am hoping he has a FANTASTIC day. &lt;br /&gt;Now, for my little Princess :) She's been doing very well, we pretty much have a sleeping schedule happening, as in; shes sleeping! She normally falls asleep between 6-8 (it really varies) but will sleep all the way through the night until about 7:00-7:30 - with the occasional wake-up at 3:30 - normally she will just fall asleep but some nights I do still have to get up with her just to check to see if she's having any trouble in the constipation department, because I just can't leave her, it's to painful for all of us.  With that said, we now have her on a schedule where I'm giving her lactulose in the morning and Peg 3350 in the evening on her food, and that seems to be keeping her regular. We do have an apt June 28th to see when we can stop taking these or what other options there are. &lt;br /&gt;She is growing lots, especially her hair. I can officially put it up in pig tails or a pony tail and they are soooo cute. &lt;br /&gt;She's also become quite the little chatterbox, lots of fun words, it's very exciting listening to your baby speak :) She says the typical, mama,dada (daddy)nana,papa,dog,don't,do (when she wants to know what something is, she points and says do)night,night,no,belly,hot(if I have a coffee, she'll point to the cup and say hot)eww,out,up,love you, and a few others.&lt;br /&gt;That's all for right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SE6xSy0zgpI/AAAAAAAAAfI/TX_C9SAu3Oo/s1600-h/IMG_0158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SE6xSy0zgpI/AAAAAAAAAfI/TX_C9SAu3Oo/s320/IMG_0158.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210296755353256594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SE6x-GNSSwI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/B2eaVUtbUQw/s1600-h/IMG_0197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SC_Nx4tgc5I/AAAAAAAAAeA/y0u1xmo7vw0/s320/DSC00014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201602351556752274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 3 weeks old - just becaue I LOOOVE this picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 10:46pm, and I'm waiting for Michael to get home from Seattle - 2 more hours, so I thought I'd write a little something - updates!&lt;br /&gt;We're almost there - walking that is! She is now just over 13 months and beginning her walking experience. She's definetely motoring around pretty good and has some good bumps and bruises to prove it, definetely a little bruiser - no fear! I think maybe 2 weeks at most and we'll have her motoring around on 2 feet. Woot&lt;br /&gt;She's quite the little talker as well, it's so fun to listen to her talk, all the words are just to precious, and to see her understanding us is even more amazing. &lt;br /&gt;Her favourite word is NO. But must be said like this "no,no,no." She also says Hi when the phone rings, "don't" if she doesn't want you to do something, of course mama, dada, what sounds like "tickle" said the same as "no" if she loves her food she will go mmmmmmmmm for about 5 seconds and then again if she wants more, Nana &amp; Papa! Also my favourite of the whole bunch, she says I love you! Sounds more like lalu dad! Ya, it always has Dad at the end of it. A few other words are in her vocabulary, but it's late and I just can't re-call all right now. As for understanding us, my favourite thing is asking where something goes and she'll point to it, crawl to it, or go put it there, I love it, makes me so proud!&lt;br /&gt;She still hates sleep - and everything that is involved with it  - sleeping, LOL. Just when I think she's going to start a routine of sleeping all through the night she teases me for 2 days and then back to waking up. And I know some moms can do the cry it out thing, but I just can't, I wake up with her, give cuddles and go back to sleep! Although one of the greatest things about Miss Arianna is that she can sleep anywhere, seriously ask Kristy! Anywhere and through anything. Ex. Michael  was playing with Arianna the other day on the floor while I out and she fell asleep right in midst of all her toys. Then a week later, after screaming for about 2 hours straight at bedtime, Michael put her on the floor to see if she would calm down and crawl around and sure enough head dove into a sleeping position. The picture below is how she looked! She'll also sleep in the car if she's even remotely tired. She's slept through Sophie having a tantrum in the back and didn't even phase her. It still amazes Kristy that she can sleep anywhere! So that's a bonus, we just need her to do it alllllll through the night! That would be awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's still very constipated, we were in Emergency last Thursday as I'm fed up with Doctors and wanted a solution to this problem, so with no solution came an Enema until I could get to the Pediatrician this coming Thursday! And I'll tell you an Enema isn't fun for an adult nevermind a 1 year old! No cool at all! She did poop - all white and krusty (gross I know) but until you see what she goes through you really have no idea how torturing it is to watch and to help :( Wish me luck, hopefully we can get this resolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, we are done with cloth diapers I came, I tried - I didn't no conquer, they just don't work for her or me so we are heading back to throw away town! That's it for now as (suprisingly) she's up! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SC_I4Ytgc0I/AAAAAAAAAdY/bOKgNN8_m1M/s1600-h/IMG_9758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SC_I4Ytgc0I/AAAAAAAAAdY/bOKgNN8_m1M/s320/IMG_9758.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201596965667763010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SC_KO4tgc1I/AAAAAAAAAdg/ayNVW_aF-cc/s1600-h/IMG_9820.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SC_KO4tgc1I/AAAAAAAAAdg/ayNVW_aF-cc/s320/IMG_9820.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201598451726447442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SC_LSotgc2I/AAAAAAAAAdo/pzO-csaMG_A/s1600-h/IMG_9915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SC_LSotgc2I/AAAAAAAAAdo/pzO-csaMG_A/s320/IMG_9915.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201599615662584674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SC_Mb4tgc3I/AAAAAAAAAdw/z-J17bXlTmc/s1600-h/IMG_9923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SC_Mb4tgc3I/AAAAAAAAAdw/z-J17bXlTmc/s320/IMG_9923.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201600874088002418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SC_M_otgc4I/AAAAAAAAAd4/4tkH42bwX1M/s1600-h/IMG_9630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SC_M_otgc4I/AAAAAAAAAd4/4tkH42bwX1M/s320/IMG_9630.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201601488268325762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-5454130914404470561?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/5454130914404470561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=5454130914404470561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/5454130914404470561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/5454130914404470561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2008/05/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SC_Nx4tgc5I/AAAAAAAAAeA/y0u1xmo7vw0/s72-c/DSC00014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-8605685246732696862</id><published>2008-05-11T09:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T09:59:56.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mothers Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SCcl9ItgczI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/WUCIXn1eATE/s1600-h/Pictures+2006+-+2007+703.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SCcl9ItgczI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/WUCIXn1eATE/s320/Pictures+2006+-+2007+703.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199166027063128882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SCci_otgcyI/AAAAAAAAAdI/6snYRdcuzF0/s1600-h/Pictures+2006+-+2007+582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SCci_otgcyI/AAAAAAAAAdI/6snYRdcuzF0/s320/Pictures+2006+-+2007+582.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199162771477918498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mothers Day everyone, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited, I don't know what the day has in store, but as long as I'm with my little girl that's perfect for me! &lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a great day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, &lt;br /&gt;Because my mom is the epitome of a good mother! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Sonnet for My Incomparable Mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often contemplate my childhood, Mom.&lt;br /&gt;I am a mother now, and so I know&lt;br /&gt;Hard work is mixed together with the fun;&lt;br /&gt;You learned that when you raised me long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of all the things you gave to me:&lt;br /&gt;Sacrifice, devotion, love and tears,&lt;br /&gt;Your heart, your mind, your energy and soul--&lt;br /&gt;All these you spent on me throughout the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You loved me with a never-failing love&lt;br /&gt;You gave me strength and sweet security,&lt;br /&gt;And then you did the hardest thing of all:&lt;br /&gt;You let me separate and set me free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day, I try my best to be&lt;br /&gt;A mother like the mom you were to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Joanna Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all the things you do, and for all the things you don't have to do. &lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all the wonderful birthdays, holidays and always being their for me, and for everyone. &lt;br /&gt;And doing it all over again, your doing a great thing - no matter what you think not everyone would do it, you have my respect and love for ever! You amaze me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-8605685246732696862?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/8605685246732696862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=8605685246732696862' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/8605685246732696862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/8605685246732696862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mothers Day'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SCcl9ItgczI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/WUCIXn1eATE/s72-c/Pictures+2006+-+2007+703.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-7748301483012712861</id><published>2008-05-03T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T21:31:26.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well we did it....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SB07ZcGT-RI/AAAAAAAAAdA/YVK5101cO-w/s1600-h/IMG_8961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SB07ZcGT-RI/AAAAAAAAAdA/YVK5101cO-w/s320/IMG_8961.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196374853280856338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SB04c8GT-PI/AAAAAAAAAcw/flYPGxXo2-U/s1600-h/IMG_9215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SB04c8GT-PI/AAAAAAAAAcw/flYPGxXo2-U/s320/IMG_9215.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196371614875515122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SB035cGT-OI/AAAAAAAAAco/qqv09wdOtlM/s1600-h/IMG_9591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SB035cGT-OI/AAAAAAAAAco/qqv09wdOtlM/s320/IMG_9591.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196371004990159074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got my baby's ears pierced. Now, before I had Arianna I would have had no problems with getting my future children's ear's pierced, but when Arianna arrived we decided that we would wait until she was older for her to make that decision. Well for her birthday her Grandpa Baird got her a gift card. (earing's and piercing included) The card lasted two years and we did tell my father in law that we would wait a few years, but as Kristy and I were in the mall yesterday I decided (with a lot of coaxing from Kristy) that I would just to do. And so I did, we walked into the store, picked out the earrings, and set up on the chair for what I pressumed to be D-Day. Sure enough just placing the ink on Arianna's ear's got her all fired up; and by fired up I mean a HUGE scream with some head shakes added to the mix. With the ginormous crocidle tears I was "this close" to getting up and leaving until Kristy said "Do you want me to sit with her" and I said sure. As I stood with Sophia - who had tears in her eyes for Arianna, I watched my baby getting both ears punched at the same time. OH, the pain (not for Ariannna, for Mommy) I'm sure it hurt Arianna, but my heart seemed to break in four different places. After about 1 1/2 minutes, the studdered cries slowed down, and the tears stopped, and my heart seemed to pick up the pieces. This seems like a big story for just getting her ears pierced, but it was quite the hard 10 minutes for me.(us)&lt;br /&gt;Also, the reason you don't hear Michael's name in this story was because first it was spontaneous, and second the big chicken couldn't handle it! He probably would have had more tears than Arianna, no Mommy wants to see their little girl cry, but no Daddy can handle their little girls cry. But when we showed up to work to pick up Daddy, he thought she looked sooooo purdy! And rightfully so, she was blingin.'&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any pictures yet as we've been quite busy, and she is in bed now, but I will post some soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I attended a memorial today for our Dear family friend, Louise. At the memorial a pamphlet of pictures and quotes and stories was made in rememberance, and this particular poem was left by a unknown person - found by her daughter, and it really touched my heart and made me realize and understand why all these wonderful people we know have to leave us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God saw you getting tired &lt;br /&gt;When a cure was not found, &lt;br /&gt;He closed his arms around you and Whispered "come with me"&lt;br /&gt;Your smile is gone forever&lt;br /&gt;Your hand we cannot touch.&lt;br /&gt;All we have is memories&lt;br /&gt;Of the ones we love so much.&lt;br /&gt;He took you in his garden&lt;br /&gt;And laid you there to rest.&lt;br /&gt;God's garden must be beautiful &lt;br /&gt;Because he only takes the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIP Louise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-7748301483012712861?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/7748301483012712861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=7748301483012712861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/7748301483012712861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/7748301483012712861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2008/05/well-we-did-it.html' title='Well we did it....'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SB07ZcGT-RI/AAAAAAAAAdA/YVK5101cO-w/s72-c/IMG_8961.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-2240242940416291615</id><published>2008-04-21T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T10:20:38.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Ali &amp; More teeth for Ari</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SAzMuNW9qsI/AAAAAAAAAcg/6AWEtXOyuX4/s1600-h/IMG_9141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SAzMuNW9qsI/AAAAAAAAAcg/6AWEtXOyuX4/s320/IMG_9141.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191749564683365058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SAzMT9W9qrI/AAAAAAAAAcY/KBTds0rxzrE/s1600-h/IMG_9039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SAzMT9W9qrI/AAAAAAAAAcY/KBTds0rxzrE/s320/IMG_9039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191749113711798962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SAzLhtW9qqI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/TCtGy3lAv5k/s1600-h/IMG_9034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SAzLhtW9qqI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/TCtGy3lAv5k/s320/IMG_9034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191748250423372450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SAzK5dW9qpI/AAAAAAAAAcI/li_dhUJ0Llw/s1600-h/IMG_9004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SAzK5dW9qpI/AAAAAAAAAcI/li_dhUJ0Llw/s320/IMG_9004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191747558933637778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My now 5 year old Neice, Ali had her birthday party this weekend, and what a great time she had. I went over to my moms house to take few pictures of the little princess and just wanted to post a few pics. &lt;br /&gt;I love you Ali, I hope you had a great day. &lt;br /&gt;Also, Arianna is getting her two botth eye teeth, they are just about through, and I know see why she has been a fussy little girl these past few weeks :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-2240242940416291615?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/2240242940416291615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=2240242940416291615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/2240242940416291615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/2240242940416291615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-ali-more-teeth-for-ari.html' title='Happy Birthday Ali &amp; More teeth for Ari'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SAzMuNW9qsI/AAAAAAAAAcg/6AWEtXOyuX4/s72-c/IMG_9141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-5474696690889922093</id><published>2008-04-17T10:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T10:39:32.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 year check-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SAeJ7YPCtgI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Hq4leU8BIGY/s1600-h/IMG_8931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SAeJ7YPCtgI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Hq4leU8BIGY/s320/IMG_8931.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190268748778616322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we went for Arianna's check-up, and she's doing very well. Despite the welts and hives on her body that day she's as healthy as a horse. She's 31 inches, and 19 pounds. Her weight is a little low (as she's a picky eater) and we have to do another check-up in 6 weeks to check out her weight, but other than that perfect. And as I said with the welts and hives, seems as our little one is just like her mommy and doesn't react well with eggs. She can have things with egg in them - such as cake, and certain foods, she can just not have egg directly exposed to her. The other morning I made her french toast - mmmm....(not so much) as the day progressed I started noticing all the welts, and then what looked like a heat rash all over her body.So we went to the walk in clinic and decided for her to take some Benedryl. It's practically all gone now (the hives not the Benedryl) and she is back to her pasty/fair self :) &lt;br /&gt;I myself got over my egg allergy and I'm sure she will too, we just had to check on it as I went into Anaphylactic shock when I was young, and did not want to have that scare with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-5474696690889922093?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/5474696690889922093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=5474696690889922093' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/5474696690889922093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/5474696690889922093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2008/04/1-year-check-up.html' title='1 year check-up'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SAeJ7YPCtgI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Hq4leU8BIGY/s72-c/IMG_8931.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-3703700724418497196</id><published>2008-04-15T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T09:47:35.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>This post doesn't really have to do with anything family related, I just need to vent at how disguisted I am with the world around us. Nose jobs, Boob jobs, why is it that wherever I look whether it be on tv,film or in magazines, all you see if fake. Even in small towns you walk around and see 12 year old girls who could easily pass for 16-17- and not naturally. I don't believe when a person looks in the mirror they truley see themselves, they see a little bulge here, celulite there, nose/lips too big or too small, not themselves. It has now gone from the average insecurtities that most people have to a full out obsession of trying to change everything god gave them. What happened to knowing deep down that despite those little flaws you were still beautiful, you still had characteristics that made you who you are.  Why can't we praise a beautiful woman, or handsome man despite those things. Praise someone who works hard to get what they have, physical and mental, why must we think we have to pay to be/have those things. I see 10 year old girls with makeup piled on so thick, that it covers their already flawless,perfect skin, with so much eyeliner, you can't see the beauty behind their eyes anymore. So much padding in their bra's because they are to impatient to realize that their 10, their bodies aren't ready to be that busty. Why can't we look at women/girls on TV,FILM &amp; Magaizines, who have a crooked tooth, a bump in their skin, a alittle flub here; NOT perfect just styled hair, not their own nose, or lips, or even cheeks, what happened to see a real person. Why is our vision clouded through airbrushing. I don't understand! &lt;br /&gt;It seems we can teach our children that it's the work of a personal trainer, personal chef, computers, dentists, and doctors, because you know for most of the people it is, and not out of sheer determination to be healthy and fit. And the fact that these celebrities don't want the world to think their just like them, normal. &lt;br /&gt;I am this person who is looking in the mirror and seeing fat, and flaws where there isn't anything. I am that person who looks at myself and dies to see someone else's face and body looking back at me, and I hate it. I hate that despite the good things your told by the one's you love, all this propaganda and images is the only thing that runs through my head, and I'm 25, just imagine what's going on through the minds of a vulnerable 12 year old thinking this is what she needs to be to fit in. I want to love my flaws and my weaknesses and accept them, because to someone else their beautiful and perfect.  I want to see a real role model on tv, someone who has finished college, with brains, someone with a flat chest, crooked teeth, a bent nose, and a little extra bulge. Please stop portraying this unnatural, unnatainable, dumb blonde, party girl, drug addict image, it's pathetic. Let a person look in the mirror and learn to love themselves for who they are, because I'm sick to death of thinking that I'm not perfect or right because I'm not that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEAUTY IS NOT SOMETHING YOU BUY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SATcBYPCtfI/AAAAAAAAAb0/i-A49k_YKC0/s1600-h/too+much+work+done.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SATcBYPCtfI/AAAAAAAAAb0/i-A49k_YKC0/s320/too+much+work+done.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189514586881177074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-3703700724418497196?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/3703700724418497196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=3703700724418497196' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/3703700724418497196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/3703700724418497196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SATcBYPCtfI/AAAAAAAAAb0/i-A49k_YKC0/s72-c/too+much+work+done.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-3374028911861774329</id><published>2008-04-14T09:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T09:57:13.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our baby is ONE :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SAOMo4PCteI/AAAAAAAAAbs/zZAaqTJgnho/s1600-h/IMG_8704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SAOMo4PCteI/AAAAAAAAAbs/zZAaqTJgnho/s320/IMG_8704.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189145829579077090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SAOLkoPCtdI/AAAAAAAAAbk/godhs4M3NqY/s1600-h/IMG_8924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SAOLkoPCtdI/AAAAAAAAAbk/godhs4M3NqY/s320/IMG_8924.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189144657053005266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SAOJwIPCtcI/AAAAAAAAAbc/DN51lO88cUk/s1600-h/IMG_8918.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SAOJwIPCtcI/AAAAAAAAAbc/DN51lO88cUk/s320/IMG_8918.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189142655598245314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SAOI0YPCtbI/AAAAAAAAAbU/bVOL7ehRzlQ/s1600-h/IMG_8860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SAOI0YPCtbI/AAAAAAAAAbU/bVOL7ehRzlQ/s320/IMG_8860.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189141629101061554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SAOIGYPCtaI/AAAAAAAAAbM/V4JMglwoalM/s1600-h/IMG_8849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SAOIGYPCtaI/AAAAAAAAAbM/V4JMglwoalM/s320/IMG_8849.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189140838827079074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SAOG4IPCtZI/AAAAAAAAAbE/SsHoE5s7i38/s1600-h/IMG_8799.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SAOG4IPCtZI/AAAAAAAAAbE/SsHoE5s7i38/s320/IMG_8799.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189139494502315410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it! She's actually one year old. It went by so so fast, and what an amazing year it has been with her, she's 100 % the greatest thing that has ever happened in my life. She has brought me (us) so much joy, I truly believe you don't know true love until you have a child. Yes, you love your mom,dad,brothers,sisters, and husbands, but the love of a child is nothing I can fully explain. She makes every day more special. I love being her mom, and am so happy she chose us to be her parents. &lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we didn't go out, we spent the day together at home, as Arianna has a cold and was quite a grumpy bum and did not want to do anything. We had Auntie Laura over for dinner, and watched a movie together - all of us; since Arianna didn't goto bed until 10:00pm. (I'm thinking the not sleeping properly is because of the cold:) )&lt;br /&gt;Arianna is not quite walking (by not quite, I mean not) she tiptoes around the table and from place to place, but does not want to walk, and we're fine with that, cause at the rate she motors around crawling I'm completely happy with waiting for walking. &lt;br /&gt;She's learning a lot and is really mimicking everything we are doing. She know's what a cow says, can name parts of her body, and her hair is GROWING. Sure it's growing straight up, but it's still growing. &lt;br /&gt;We're so proud to call her our daughter, and I can't wait to watch her grow into I'm sure what will be a TALL beautiful happy woman :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-3374028911861774329?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/3374028911861774329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=3374028911861774329' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/3374028911861774329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/3374028911861774329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2008/04/our-baby-is-one.html' title='Our baby is ONE :)'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/SAOMo4PCteI/AAAAAAAAAbs/zZAaqTJgnho/s72-c/IMG_8704.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-4511755872055468286</id><published>2008-04-06T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T09:04:46.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Birthday (Party)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R_j0h5F_CpI/AAAAAAAAAa8/OUsEAlNmN9c/s1600-h/IMG_8664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R_j0h5F_CpI/AAAAAAAAAa8/OUsEAlNmN9c/s320/IMG_8664.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186163834015910546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R_j0BZF_CoI/AAAAAAAAAa0/SRMx6bSFWZA/s1600-h/IMG_8657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R_j0BZF_CoI/AAAAAAAAAa0/SRMx6bSFWZA/s320/IMG_8657.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186163275670162050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R_jzOZF_CnI/AAAAAAAAAas/jIfXLh-eSxA/s1600-h/IMG_8649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R_jzOZF_CnI/AAAAAAAAAas/jIfXLh-eSxA/s320/IMG_8649.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186162399496833650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R_jyx5F_CmI/AAAAAAAAAak/2i2bFkU2nYI/s1600-h/IMG_8611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R_jyx5F_CmI/AAAAAAAAAak/2i2bFkU2nYI/s320/IMG_8611.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186161909870561890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R_jyR5F_ClI/AAAAAAAAAac/zQKHA5TrkFc/s1600-h/IMG_8601.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R_jyR5F_ClI/AAAAAAAAAac/zQKHA5TrkFc/s320/IMG_8601.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186161360114747986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R_jx7pF_CkI/AAAAAAAAAaU/4Bp7TxOOSH4/s1600-h/IMG_8598.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R_jx7pF_CkI/AAAAAAAAAaU/4Bp7TxOOSH4/s320/IMG_8598.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186160977862658626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R_jxbpF_CjI/AAAAAAAAAaM/Y8JUlDKUjpY/s1600-h/IMG_8578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R_jxbpF_CjI/AAAAAAAAAaM/Y8JUlDKUjpY/s320/IMG_8578.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186160428106844722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R_jwHpF_CiI/AAAAAAAAAaE/H7rVodqLJhU/s1600-h/IMG_8551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R_jwHpF_CiI/AAAAAAAAAaE/H7rVodqLJhU/s320/IMG_8551.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186158984997833250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although her birthday isn't until the 13th, we had a family birthday party this Saturday, as Grandma Baird (Gamz) is heading off to Thailand next week and wont be here for her actual birthday. The party went very well, had lots of fun and lots of cake. This was my first attempt at making a cake EVER, and if you know me I'm not the best cook or baker (but am getting much better) and I was quite proud of myself. I made a frog cake, sure he was a little lopsided, but tasted delicious - or so everybody said. Arianna woke up right when the party started so she was in an EXCELLENT mood and was so excited to see everyone. She received tons of "loot." Two beautiful dresses; which will fit perfectly come summer. An adorable black and white polk a dotted on which Great Grandpa Baird picked out, and a super cute flowery one that Nicole picked out. Also, a Cabbage Patch doll - Karissa. Diapers (cloth) :) sleepers, gift card for ear piercing, money, and her Zebra. Here are a few pictures from the big day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-4511755872055468286?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/4511755872055468286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=4511755872055468286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/4511755872055468286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/4511755872055468286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2008/04/first-birthday-party.html' title='First Birthday (Party)'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R_j0h5F_CpI/AAAAAAAAAa8/OUsEAlNmN9c/s72-c/IMG_8664.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-2076877596160407187</id><published>2008-03-30T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T08:25:20.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Temper Temper Tantrums</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R--w2pF_CgI/AAAAAAAAAZA/n9T4vgFQH4M/s1600-h/IMG_7800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R--w2pF_CgI/AAAAAAAAAZA/n9T4vgFQH4M/s320/IMG_7800.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183556148917111298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R--vvJF_CfI/AAAAAAAAAY4/81QMmLDft5E/s1600-h/IMG_7580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R--vvJF_CfI/AAAAAAAAAY4/81QMmLDft5E/s320/IMG_7580.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183554920556464626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 Months, and boy does my little girl have a temper. Her nick name in my family is packback! Apparently (riiiiight) I also had a bit of a temper, as well wasn't a very good sleeper. It is actually quite cute. Our unit that our TV is on, Arianna looooves to climb, and about 40-50 times a day I am telling her no. She really doesn't like this, she'll sit down, make her hands extremely loose so she somewhat slides through my hands, then puts her head to the floor and proceeds to hit the ground, and if she doesn't do that she'll crawl to the nearest person and take a bite. I try really hard to look at her seriously and say no, but it's honestly so cute and funny it's very difficult to not just burst out laughing. Anyways, I'm hoping her little temper, bullying fase will soon disappear :) because really she's a sweet little girl :)&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping - or lack there of. I must admit she is getting a little better, but still not to the point of sleeping through a full night. She's no longer going to bed at 5:30 (yes I know, that's early but she refused to stay up any later) but now it's around 7:30 - 8:30, but up at 11:30, 3:30, 4:30 and usually awake for the morning between 5-6:00am Ahhhhhh. During the week I usually bring her in bed at 7:00 when Michael gets up for work, and she crawls around and makes sure daddy is up by giving him big kisses and slapping down yelling Dad, Dad, Dad..It's too cute....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much it for now, it's 8:15 and she just went down for a nap so I'm going to clean up :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to my friend Melissa and her family who are pregnant, and this time next year will have two little (I'm going with girls) running around :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-2076877596160407187?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/2076877596160407187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=2076877596160407187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/2076877596160407187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/2076877596160407187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2008/03/temper-temper-tantrums.html' title='Temper Temper Tantrums'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R--w2pF_CgI/AAAAAAAAAZA/n9T4vgFQH4M/s72-c/IMG_7800.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-5749273778054933324</id><published>2008-03-25T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T16:22:38.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R-mIcJF_CeI/AAAAAAAAAYw/fWwYyVtyWrA/s1600-h/IMG_8411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R-mIcJF_CeI/AAAAAAAAAYw/fWwYyVtyWrA/s320/IMG_8411.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181822863325202914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R-mH75F_CdI/AAAAAAAAAYo/P7nq3kKnp6E/s1600-h/IMG_8393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R-mH75F_CdI/AAAAAAAAAYo/P7nq3kKnp6E/s320/IMG_8393.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181822309274421714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R-mGJJF_CcI/AAAAAAAAAYg/vFnzDLGQACk/s1600-h/IMG_8381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R-mGJJF_CcI/AAAAAAAAAYg/vFnzDLGQACk/s320/IMG_8381.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181820337884432834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R-mFbZF_CbI/AAAAAAAAAYY/XyD37r-zRUw/s1600-h/IMG_8353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R-mFbZF_CbI/AAAAAAAAAYY/XyD37r-zRUw/s320/IMG_8353.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181819551905417650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R-lypJF_CaI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/GhLWRU9T7_g/s1600-h/IMG_8354.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R-lypJF_CaI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/GhLWRU9T7_g/s320/IMG_8354.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181798897407691170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Easter went very well. &lt;br /&gt;Not much really to say, just a few pictures. &lt;br /&gt;She got some cool sun glasses and a phone from Nanny and Papa, along with a pretty sweet table and chair set (princesses)&lt;br /&gt;Grandma got her a pretty cute book, sweet little bunny chair and a cute fluffy bunny!&lt;br /&gt;Overall, Arianna's first easter was a hit. &lt;br /&gt;The Easter Bunny came here and brought another pair of cool sunglasses, a book, an outfit, and something else (This Easter Bunny lost a bit of her memory)&lt;br /&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-5749273778054933324?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/5749273778054933324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=5749273778054933324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/5749273778054933324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/5749273778054933324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R-mIcJF_CeI/AAAAAAAAAYw/fWwYyVtyWrA/s72-c/IMG_8411.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-2046954738804534346</id><published>2008-03-17T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T07:32:22.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When is rains....it POURS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R96A8NSEgII/AAAAAAAAAYI/0TZ39XxK8_0/s1600-h/Random+Pictures+167.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R96A8NSEgII/AAAAAAAAAYI/0TZ39XxK8_0/s320/Random+Pictures+167.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178718393368608898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really at a loss or words, so I'll list off a few dates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 16th, 2006 &lt;br /&gt;November 20th, 2006&lt;br /&gt;December 25th, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 16th, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These dates for our family have got to be the worst. In the past two years we have had the most special people in our lives pass away. First was my Grandpa, my 13 year old nephew, our family friend Bob, and now, the father of my nephew, Greg. Yesterday I decided to goto Church with Michael, Arianna and our friend Josh, I thought it was time as we've had a lot of crap happen in our life and it was time for good maybe turn some things around. Well in the middle of the service I get a call that my brother in law was dead. I was absolutely horrified, and was in absolute shock. This was never expected, I was actually expecting it to be someone else, as our close family friend is in the end stages of her fight with Pancreatic Cancer. I will tell you that all the people at that church were pretty amazing. I have always been someone who is absolutely scared of death, I just don't want to leave what I have. &lt;br /&gt;I know things will go on, but now my two amazing nieces are left without their father and their brother, and my sister with so much not deserved guilt. And my mom, who has been doing everything she can to make things right in her life/ and everyone else's life. &lt;br /&gt;I'm just praying that this year will start it's turn around now, and things will start to get better, and my family doesn't have this pain anymore, it's unfair, and unfortunate, and I wish I could take the pain all away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in memory of those amazing people we lost, I/We love you and miss you oh so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Clark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cody Ince&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob Sturgeon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg Ince&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louise Black. I hope through your last stages the pain subsides, we love you and your family very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-2046954738804534346?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/2046954738804534346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=2046954738804534346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/2046954738804534346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/2046954738804534346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-is-rainsit-pours.html' title='When is rains....it POURS'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R96A8NSEgII/AAAAAAAAAYI/0TZ39XxK8_0/s72-c/Random+Pictures+167.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-4516680772973115474</id><published>2008-03-02T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T22:21:35.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R8uYe8vyOxI/AAAAAAAAAYA/cFkYz_fhqkc/s1600-h/IMG_7692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R8uYe8vyOxI/AAAAAAAAAYA/cFkYz_fhqkc/s320/IMG_7692.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173396254435195666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R8uX8MvyOwI/AAAAAAAAAX4/wlYXkM5LleA/s1600-h/IMG_7721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R8uX8MvyOwI/AAAAAAAAAX4/wlYXkM5LleA/s320/IMG_7721.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173395657434741506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R8uXJMvyOvI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ultH-xNSUoI/s1600-h/IMG_7666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R8uXJMvyOvI/AAAAAAAAAXw/ultH-xNSUoI/s320/IMG_7666.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173394781261413106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R8uVwMvyOuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/7jrdCBkBaAc/s1600-h/IMG_7639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R8uVwMvyOuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/7jrdCBkBaAc/s320/IMG_7639.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173393252253055714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got a new camera and I'm so excited. It's a Canon EOS XTI, it's amazing. Michael and I bought it last week, and it's so nice having a professional camera opposed to a point and shoot. Anyways, our little girl is getting so big, so I thought I'd make this quick and add some pics. .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-4516680772973115474?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/4516680772973115474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=4516680772973115474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/4516680772973115474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/4516680772973115474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2008/03/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R8uYe8vyOxI/AAAAAAAAAYA/cFkYz_fhqkc/s72-c/IMG_7692.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-4429393619272213544</id><published>2008-02-20T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T14:07:22.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photoshoot, Round 2</title><content type='html'>Here's a few pictures of our baby girl!&lt;br /&gt;I just looooooove her so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R7yi5YT6OtI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QOQR7PN3P6I/s1600-h/00560021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R7yi5YT6OtI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QOQR7PN3P6I/s320/00560021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169185578976688850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R7yhiIT6OsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/TR3kwad_3eU/s1600-h/00560016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R7yhiIT6OsI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/TR3kwad_3eU/s320/00560016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169184080033102530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R7yhO4T6OrI/AAAAAAAAAXI/W_vaHlNooQU/s1600-h/00560012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R7yhO4T6OrI/AAAAAAAAAXI/W_vaHlNooQU/s320/00560012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169183749320620722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R7yg-4T6OqI/AAAAAAAAAXA/cXeNXf9Tu9E/s1600-h/00560010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R7yg-4T6OqI/AAAAAAAAAXA/cXeNXf9Tu9E/s320/00560010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169183474442713762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-4429393619272213544?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/4429393619272213544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=4429393619272213544' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/4429393619272213544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/4429393619272213544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2008/02/photoshoot-round-2.html' title='Photoshoot, Round 2'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R7yi5YT6OtI/AAAAAAAAAXY/QOQR7PN3P6I/s72-c/00560021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-978857326361159822</id><published>2008-02-14T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T22:45:52.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My little monkey~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R7U0sIT6OpI/AAAAAAAAAW4/_XTip083xU4/s1600-h/IMG_7109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R7U0sIT6OpI/AAAAAAAAAW4/_XTip083xU4/s320/IMG_7109.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167094080227392146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R7Uz-YT6OoI/AAAAAAAAAWw/xpiknqC9kRI/s1600-h/IMG_7128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R7Uz-YT6OoI/AAAAAAAAAWw/xpiknqC9kRI/s320/IMG_7128.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167093294248376962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R7UzyoT6OnI/AAAAAAAAAWo/Lg9ScvZHnpo/s1600-h/IMG_7095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R7UzyoT6OnI/AAAAAAAAAWo/Lg9ScvZHnpo/s320/IMG_7095.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167093092384914034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R7Uy-IT6OmI/AAAAAAAAAWg/F4h5Gmc6Pk0/s1600-h/IMG_7084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R7Uy-IT6OmI/AAAAAAAAAWg/F4h5Gmc6Pk0/s320/IMG_7084.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167092190441781858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R7Uy3IT6OlI/AAAAAAAAAWY/CDJUG7J_a6Y/s1600-h/IMG_7082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R7Uy3IT6OlI/AAAAAAAAAWY/CDJUG7J_a6Y/s320/IMG_7082.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167092070182697554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R7UyvoT6OkI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Q5be9Ymduc0/s1600-h/IMG_7081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R7UyvoT6OkI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/Q5be9Ymduc0/s320/IMG_7081.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167091941333678658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R7UyooT6OjI/AAAAAAAAAWI/S3hdoBeVak4/s1600-h/IMG_7080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R7UyooT6OjI/AAAAAAAAAWI/S3hdoBeVak4/s320/IMG_7080.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167091821074594354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R7UyYYT6OiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/HyNQ0TLibP0/s1600-h/IMG_7090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R7UyYYT6OiI/AAAAAAAAAWA/HyNQ0TLibP0/s320/IMG_7090.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167091541901720098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures of Arianna in her bed - that is how I find her every morning and after a nap, right in the corner of the crib, holding on and babbling away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating pictures were this afternoon, she was making tons of loud noises, and had her arms up pretty much the whole time. She was being so funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-978857326361159822?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/978857326361159822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=978857326361159822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/978857326361159822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/978857326361159822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-little-monkey.html' title='My little monkey~'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R7U0sIT6OpI/AAAAAAAAAW4/_XTip083xU4/s72-c/IMG_7109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-3241951893767422203</id><published>2008-02-11T09:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T09:40:33.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words and More</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R7CIjYT6OhI/AAAAAAAAAV4/O3iMkUnntlI/s1600-h/ari+and+adelyn+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R7CIjYT6OhI/AAAAAAAAAV4/O3iMkUnntlI/s320/ari+and+adelyn+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165778913996716562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R7CId4T6OgI/AAAAAAAAAVw/F5JCBiioQGg/s1600-h/ari+and+adelyn+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R7CId4T6OgI/AAAAAAAAAVw/F5JCBiioQGg/s320/ari+and+adelyn+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165778819507436034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R7CH04T6OfI/AAAAAAAAAVo/HlP8aLVpzkA/s1600-h/IMG_7050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R7CH04T6OfI/AAAAAAAAAVo/HlP8aLVpzkA/s320/IMG_7050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165778115132799474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R7CHF4T6OeI/AAAAAAAAAVg/7lQeOEMaGQo/s1600-h/DSC00850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R7CHF4T6OeI/AAAAAAAAAVg/7lQeOEMaGQo/s320/DSC00850.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165777307678947810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R7CGyIT6OdI/AAAAAAAAAVY/D23RIfXP7Go/s1600-h/DSC00902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R7CGyIT6OdI/AAAAAAAAAVY/D23RIfXP7Go/s320/DSC00902.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165776968376531410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, I haven't been up to blogging lately, but I've got a few new things to talk about! Two more days and Arianna will be 10 months old, which is then 2 months from 1 YEAR.Wow. She's learning so much and things are starting to change very quickly. She's pulling up on everything. She doesn't like the floor AT ALL, unless of course she's standing on it, hehe. This is a very hard stage for me as I'm SO paranoid and afraid she's constantly going to fall down. She has had a few bumps, but nothing major and I (err...she) pulled through! I'm not sure how long walking will be as she's quite interested, she loves coming towards you and standing there and then releasing her hands, not to her knowledge that she doesn't quite have the balance...and then...oops.&lt;br /&gt;Also, she's quite the little talker, she now says Dad, Mama (Yaaa) except she hasn't said it in front of Michael yet (yes she's just like her father)There is cute story behind her saying Mama. My mom and I were sitting at her house and Arianna in her stroller, just eating away on some snacks, and I kept saying Mama, Mama; hoping she would say it, but instead she would just look at me and keep snacking, or do that little grin she does oh so well. And then finally I looked at her and said "Would you just say Mama already" and she looked and said MAMA. This is true, my mom was there to vouch for it. It was the cutest thing EVER. and I was so proud. Anyways, we also think she said Good Girl, but it's more in the phrase of Ggg Gggr!It really sounds like it when she says it, and she says it right after we say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know, if you read this blog she's quite the little constipated baby. Well we have now hopefully found a way to fix this problem. I took her to a pediatrician on Friday, and we discussed my little angel and her pooping problems... We are now fully changing her diet, as I and Arianna were stuck in a routine of getting up at night and having a bottle 2-3-4 times a night, which is just way to much. We're now cutting down completely and having none, and are now focusing on Solids, and not so much bottle. It seems to be working, (this change is also filled with a glycerin supp. in the morning, and continually taking 10ml of lactulose a day, until her little body is completely rid of all the POOP.. With this, she's (knock on wood) sleeping better. She still has 3 naps a day - but once she starts waking up a little later I'm sure that will quickly cut down to 2. &lt;br /&gt;The doctor also weighed her again, she's now 19 pounds, and 31  3/4 inches. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S Her hair is growing quite fast, and now it looks like a permanent see through Mohawk with little bits on the side and lots at the back :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-3241951893767422203?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/3241951893767422203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=3241951893767422203' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/3241951893767422203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/3241951893767422203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2008/02/words-and-more.html' title='Words and More'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R7CIjYT6OhI/AAAAAAAAAV4/O3iMkUnntlI/s72-c/ari+and+adelyn+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-6674637109765118418</id><published>2008-01-14T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T08:18:37.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Arianna's FIRST Elephant Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R4zc2PWWmHI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/I88gONgmpZQ/s1600-h/Elephant+Ride+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R4zc2PWWmHI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/I88gONgmpZQ/s320/Elephant+Ride+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155738497823709298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pictures are in the wrong order as well. They go from bottom to top. Getting comfortable with the Elephant - to saying "SEE YA."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R4vbWPWWmGI/AAAAAAAAAVI/FlyIg1fGV8k/s1600-h/Elephant+Ride+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R4vbWPWWmGI/AAAAAAAAAVI/FlyIg1fGV8k/s320/Elephant+Ride+023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155455373579556962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R4vbQfWWmFI/AAAAAAAAAVA/x5788pQE20E/s1600-h/Elephant+Ride+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R4vbQfWWmFI/AAAAAAAAAVA/x5788pQE20E/s320/Elephant+Ride+021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155455274795309138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R4vbJ_WWmEI/AAAAAAAAAU4/g4LkWy3svvs/s1600-h/Elephant+Ride+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R4vbJ_WWmEI/AAAAAAAAAU4/g4LkWy3svvs/s320/Elephant+Ride+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155455163126159426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R4va7vWWmDI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Dk7AEviwM_k/s1600-h/Elephant+Ride+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R4va7vWWmDI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Dk7AEviwM_k/s320/Elephant+Ride+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155454918313023538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R4vatPWWmCI/AAAAAAAAAUo/swqDej3-ZEA/s1600-h/Elephant+Ride+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R4vatPWWmCI/AAAAAAAAAUo/swqDej3-ZEA/s320/Elephant+Ride+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155454669204920354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just thought these pictures were to cute to pass up. Arianna got a big stuff from her Grandma Baird this christmas, so I decided to place Arianna on the Elephant and take some pictures. &lt;br /&gt;She wasn't to fond of sitting on there as you can see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-6674637109765118418?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/6674637109765118418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=6674637109765118418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/6674637109765118418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/6674637109765118418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2008/01/ariannas-first-elephant-ride.html' title='Arianna&apos;s FIRST Elephant Ride'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R4zc2PWWmHI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/I88gONgmpZQ/s72-c/Elephant+Ride+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-5294857975219596014</id><published>2008-01-11T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T14:13:21.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stats</title><content type='html'>Weight 18 pounds 25-50 %&lt;br /&gt;Height 30 inches 95%&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-5294857975219596014?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/5294857975219596014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=5294857975219596014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/5294857975219596014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/5294857975219596014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2008/01/stats.html' title='Stats'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-5318211400604473263</id><published>2008-01-09T07:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T08:53:54.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Special People</title><content type='html'>Well, Michael is away now, safely in California after a few too many hours of delays. He phoned me last night and was busy prepping for his meetings today :)I'm so proud! &lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I'm a little disgruntled, but since this is the internet I do not want to go into detail what about. I do however want to put it out there that I have the most amazing parents anyone could ask for. And how dare YOU not appreciate a damn thing they do, honestly how dare you. Don't run around and think about yourself, think about what's at stake here. It's not about you anymore, it's about your little adorable girl! It's about time you take responsibility for things in your life. It's time for you to start acting your age and REALLY working on the things to make right in your life. You need to appreciate and stop taking advantage of these two people who care about you more than life itself, despite what YOU think. I know a thank you may not seem like much to you, but I'm sure a thank you would be the world to them. Someone (or all three rather) had a pretty amazing Christmas, and who was to thank for that! That's right, think about it. The people who you keep stabbing in the back, right? but did they get one, NOPE. Just another day. Well, if you were out shopping with that person, or listening to the excitement in her voice about making this day special for all three of you than maybe you would stop being selfish and at least say thank your for doing what you do and making this day special. Instead they get quite the opposite, no thank you, but harsh words that stab right through the heart. &lt;br /&gt;In time, I hope you get the help you really need and you start thinking about good you can accomplish and maybe one day you can truly smile and thank the people that have pretty much done anything and everything in their power to help. So, for what you can't say; I will. &lt;br /&gt;I thank you both for what you're doing. I know how hard it can be, especially for two people have already done their parenting. I thank you for giving all the love you have to this one special girl, and making her life a happy one, until someone gets better, to continue on her path to happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-5318211400604473263?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/5318211400604473263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=5318211400604473263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/5318211400604473263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/5318211400604473263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2008/01/two-special-people.html' title='Two Special People'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-6874377936693092744</id><published>2008-01-07T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T15:55:29.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R4JoRfWWmBI/AAAAAAAAAUg/0J7gRMFgSmk/s1600-h/Random+Jan+08+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R4JoRfWWmBI/AAAAAAAAAUg/0J7gRMFgSmk/s320/Random+Jan+08+026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152795573347588114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R4JoK_WWmAI/AAAAAAAAAUY/uIID8UxYP1M/s1600-h/Random+Jan+08+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R4JoK_WWmAI/AAAAAAAAAUY/uIID8UxYP1M/s320/Random+Jan+08+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152795461678438402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R4Jn1_WWl_I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/XRcpzHpNO_k/s1600-h/Arianna+-+golf+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R4Jn1_WWl_I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/XRcpzHpNO_k/s320/Arianna+-+golf+064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152795100901185522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, It's officially 2008! I can't believe it. First, it's been 7 years since I've graduated, I've gotten married, we bought a home, and had a baby. (NO, Not all in that order, but does that really matter, hehe)I'm so excited to start this year off. The last few years have been really hard for my family, so this year I hope it will be a little easier, and with a lot less disappointment, more good things happening in our lives than bad. &lt;br /&gt;Last year was the greatest for me though, as I had my beautiful baby girl. How exciting. I've enjoyed every day with Arianna more than the last, it's so amazing how each day there is something new and exciting to watch. I'll admit it's not the easiest thing being a mother, but it's the most rewarding. When I wake up in the middle of the night with her and look at her my heart feels like it grows 1000 X's, it's wonderful. Ari, it now getting over having Bronchitis, she was quite the little trooper, but boy was it awful. The first 4-5 nights she did not sleep anywhere except my chest. As soon as she was put down in her bed she would instantly start crying; and that's after falling asleep on me. I had a humidifier in her room, the bed tilted and it seemed like the perfect place for her, but she just wanted to be with her parents. After the few days she started napping in there, but at bed time was still waking up ever 1/2 hour - hour, and would not sleep in there through the night. &lt;br /&gt;She's now on Antibiotics which are helping and things are "starting" to get back to how they were before. She sounds a lot less raspy and coughy, and a little more giggly and happy. Thank goodness!&lt;br /&gt;Also, she's a full fledged crawler now, but in her own way, she puts her hands in front of her and pulls her self around. Her legs are as straight as they can be, but boy she motors around.&lt;br /&gt;NO, is a big word now. She's starting to hear that a lot. Especially when she's crawling towards the fireplace, and TV Stand. The funny thing is though, when you tell her no she looks at you and gives you this devilish little smile and turns right around to where we told her not to. It's too cute, but we go right back to NO. &lt;br /&gt;Other news, I've started my healthy eating/diet for the new year. This is not my resolution, it's what I've wanted to do for a long time. I'm not 4 days in, and to some that doesn't seem like a lot, but for me I'm pretty proud of myself for sticking to something! We'll see how it goes, my goal is to be down 10 pounds by my birthday - which is April 25th, so my goal definitely should be reached. I decided to take it slow and if I lose it faster great, but I figure if I give myself time there's no reason for getting upset if I don't lose it right away. And, my resolution - corny but big for me; is to be more girly, hehe. Not more makeup, more this more that, but not being so plain. What I call, wearing girl shoes, and taking my hair out of a pony tail when I go out, little things like that. So, here's to that! &lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm going to VEGAS again. But this time for my birthday. My sister-in-law Laura and I are going, and I'm very excited. It will be for 3 nights, but that's a perfect time as I'm not away from my little sweetheart for too too long. &lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, Michael is leaving my for a few days this week, he's going on a business trip. I'm so proud of him. He gets to go by himself and have meetings and the biggest part is that he'll be in LA. Ahhh. &lt;br /&gt;Anyways I know he'll do great, and it's only 3 days but I'll miss him soooooo much. &lt;br /&gt;That's all for now,&lt;br /&gt;Also, her teeth still have not come through, but boy oh boy is she teething. When will they come, I have no clue! Hopefully soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-6874377936693092744?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/6874377936693092744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=6874377936693092744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/6874377936693092744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/6874377936693092744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year.html' title='New Year!'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R4JoRfWWmBI/AAAAAAAAAUg/0J7gRMFgSmk/s72-c/Random+Jan+08+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-6865611039525281356</id><published>2007-12-30T10:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T10:58:38.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R3fqU_WWl-I/AAAAAAAAAUI/gIXJ_L0zRjk/s1600-h/IMG_7014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R3fqU_WWl-I/AAAAAAAAAUI/gIXJ_L0zRjk/s320/IMG_7014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149842345244923874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R3fpufWWl9I/AAAAAAAAAUA/NCrwCnz-LW8/s1600-h/IMG_7000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R3fpufWWl9I/AAAAAAAAAUA/NCrwCnz-LW8/s320/IMG_7000.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149841683819960274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R3fpHvWWl8I/AAAAAAAAAT4/8B9WbnM-sP4/s1600-h/IMG_6993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R3fpHvWWl8I/AAAAAAAAAT4/8B9WbnM-sP4/s320/IMG_6993.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149841018100029378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just a quick update. Arianna is now working on her 2 I teeth and will soon enough have 10 teeth. I don't get it, she's just quick at popping those things through. I know it will be easier when she's a little bit older, but for now it's horrible, she's in so much pain constantly and nothing seems to help. And also, she has a cold (teething related) and is NOT sleeping, at all. She goes to bed at 5:30 - cause she wont stay up past that, and is up at 9:30-11:00 and then is up, and I can settle her and then as soon as she goes into the bed she screams and cries, screams and cries (believe me, both not the same.) It's absolutely heart wrenching to listen to because you know she's tired, but she just wont let it happen. After a few more cuddles, you just sort of have to let her cry - which we've been doing until she falls asleep for 1/2 - 1 hour. I'm hoping those teeth will all cut through already and she wont have to have all that pain anymore. Anyways, on a positive note, christmas went wonderful. Arianna had a great time opening all the presents and eating the tags and paper. Sure she liked the gifts for about 2 minutes, then she was all about the paper. We have some really cute videos of her that I will share when I have the time, I just have to finish some housework.&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a great Christmas, and Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-6865611039525281356?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/6865611039525281356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=6865611039525281356' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/6865611039525281356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/6865611039525281356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2007/12/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R3fqU_WWl-I/AAAAAAAAAUI/gIXJ_L0zRjk/s72-c/IMG_7014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-8663348772560718296</id><published>2007-12-18T20:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T21:05:18.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't get it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R2imZPWWl7I/AAAAAAAAATw/aSX45ZW41VE/s1600-h/Ari+Nov+12+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R2imZPWWl7I/AAAAAAAAATw/aSX45ZW41VE/s320/Ari+Nov+12+023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145545526818019250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know my blog is normally quite happy, but today I'm just having a pretty rotten day. I'm so upset with the Government, and in particular the part of it that gives people Student Loans. Don't get me wrong I was happy I was given the loans so I was able to pay for school, in which I wouldn't have been able to go if it weren't for them, but.....my problem is repaying. As you all can see I have a baby :) and last year unfortunately I did not work enough hours to receive maternity leave, so re-paying a student loan of 178 dollars a month is a little hard. I have been trying for months and months and months to get Interest Relief, which would tie us over for a little while until I am back at work and able to start paying it off, but everytime I applied there was ALWAYS something missing, ALWAYS something that needed to be sent back to them and which would have to be re-processed. And, I did what I was told, I faxed, I mailed and I called; to find out again, it was too late and I needed to re-apply. Well this last time, I got everything in order. I put a copy of my marriage cert, pay information, and a letter in one envelope and mailed it off. Except this time I did not fax it. Two weeks later I phone to see if they got my information. Of course you have to do the typical, state your name, address and all that bologne, so  I do (because they don't have my married name yet) I say Sara Anderson, and they say Nope, well they've changed my name. So I'm assuming they got my information, as I stated above all of it was in the ONE envelope I sent. Nope, apparently they didn't get all the paperwork they needed, just the marriage cert copy to change my last name. I for one find it pretty funny that all the important information is pretty much thrown out the window, and not the name change. How can you tell me you didn't get that information?  And what can I do, nothing. I can call in everyday, cry, and talk to Supervisors to get it sorted out. It still does nothing, instead they send my $14,560 student loan to collections. THANKS:) And lets not forget, it has to be paid in full by December 23rd! Are you kidding? No, of course not it's the government. &lt;br /&gt;I'm very upset about this, because if you know me you know I haven't had a good run in with the credit bureau, but I have been working really hard to fix it, and pay owed debts, here and there when I can. Now, I have $14,560 sitting there showing month, by month,by month that it's not being paid. Well I called the Canada Revenue Agency - Non Tax Department (where my file had to sent) to find that the minimum balance is $450 a month to pay off. Wow, considering I couldn't really afford the $178 before (THE REASON I WAS APPLYING FOR INTEREST RELIFE) I'm pretty positive I can't afford the $450. &lt;br /&gt;My big thing is this. The government has no problems giving people money who don't deserve it (you know what I'm talking about) but can take $450 a month from someone who is working despereately to fix past mistakes, and raising a family. So, what do they want us to do,&lt;strong&gt; sell our house, live on the streets, and then give us money! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for the whiney posty, it just frusterates me so bad that everytime you take 2 steps forward you go ahead and take 10 back. Now, I normally try to be positive about things, but when BIG things like this happen it just has a tendancy to ruin your day. &lt;br /&gt;A positive today though. my sweet sweet baby! ARIANNA :) &lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming in 1 week, I absolutely can't believe it. We got a few presents, as Arianna will probably like the box opposed to the actual gift, but we know Grand-Parents are all ready to spoils! &lt;br /&gt;This is my first Christmas away from home, and with a new Husband and Daughter, and am very excited. It feels way different, but awesome! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) &lt;br /&gt;Also, congrats to my friend Kristy and her family - she's pregnant again and VERY excited. Yaa for you guys :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-8663348772560718296?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/8663348772560718296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=8663348772560718296' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/8663348772560718296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/8663348772560718296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-dont-get-it.html' title='I don&apos;t get it!'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R2imZPWWl7I/AAAAAAAAATw/aSX45ZW41VE/s72-c/Ari+Nov+12+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-2078141144278122965</id><published>2007-12-13T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T11:45:02.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 8 Months Arianna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R2GLn-52R6I/AAAAAAAAATo/AjTs7-0wxxA/s1600-h/Basket+of+Clothes+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R2GLn-52R6I/AAAAAAAAATo/AjTs7-0wxxA/s320/Basket+of+Clothes+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143545768450607010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R2GLhe52R5I/AAAAAAAAATg/QNbCxwCc3B0/s1600-h/Basket+of+Clothes+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R2GLhe52R5I/AAAAAAAAATg/QNbCxwCc3B0/s320/Basket+of+Clothes+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143545656781457298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R2GLDu52R4I/AAAAAAAAATY/KYRL9ZejfZw/s1600-h/Basket+of+Clothes+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R2GLDu52R4I/AAAAAAAAATY/KYRL9ZejfZw/s320/Basket+of+Clothes+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143545145680349058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW, I can't believe, just like every other month that goes by! It goes by so fast. &lt;br /&gt;Things have been going really well, she's such a good happy little girl. &lt;br /&gt;We've had a few up and downs this past week - constipation (AGAIN) and teething. This little one has 7 teeth and one more on the way. It's absolutely insane at how fast those little guys keep coming through. So, I'm hoping that it will be a little easier when she's older as she wont have as many to come through then. Just a little less sleep now ;) but that's okay, it WILL get better. Like last night,she slept from 5:30 - 5:00, and back in bed at 5:30 till 7:00, so that was pretty nice. We try to keep her up later, but she wont have it, not at all. And it's not like she's sleeping to late for her naps, she just has her own schedule.&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Christmas is right around the corner, and I'm so excited. It has always been my favourite time of year, so it's about 1000X's more special this year because of Arianna. I will be having everyone over at my place for Dinner, my first one, so I'm very happy about that. &lt;br /&gt;Anywho, here's a cute couple of pics of "not staged" Arianna in a pile of clothes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-2078141144278122965?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/2078141144278122965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=2078141144278122965' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/2078141144278122965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/2078141144278122965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-8-months-arianna.html' title='Happy 8 Months Arianna'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R2GLn-52R6I/AAAAAAAAATo/AjTs7-0wxxA/s72-c/Basket+of+Clothes+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-3274842161273700082</id><published>2007-12-10T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T08:49:48.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats Happening!</title><content type='html'>Well the past month there has been a lot that has happened.&lt;br /&gt;1. Arianna now has 6 teeth. Four on top, two on the bottom. They are just the cutest little teeth too, I can't believe how much they change the look of her face, she officially looks like little person.;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. She FINALLY rolled over from her back to her belly. And now, it's one of her favorite things to do. If you put her on her back, she'll sit there for a few minutes and then look at you like, NO WAY I'm to spin around, and so she does. And sometimes when she does this and lands on her belly she thinks, ewe I hate being on my belly and flips right back over. It's very cute to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. She's ready to crawl, except she doesn't. She'll lye there and lift her legs all the way up, and then her belly and then stop and think! Then she falls; and that's as far as we've gotten. &lt;br /&gt;Although, she does have another way to motor around, by lying on her back she lifts her knees, and does three pushes as she's going backwards. It's too funny, and normally happens after bath time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. She's got a voice, and she knows how to use it! She babbles, and babbles and babbles, and then, she SCREAMS! Oh boy, these aren't screams of anger no, they are just high pitch "hey, don't turn your head away from me, or walk away from me" noises. It's really cute, because she's definitely got the attachment, down pat. She doesn't like it when Mommy or Daddy (mostly Mommy) leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Peek-a-Boo is game of choice. She LOOOVES when I look at her, then hide and pop back up. In her exersaucer she'll be playing, and I'll crawl up to her and start talking to her and then all the sudden just drop to the floor so she can't see me. Then you can slowly see her making her way to the edge of the exersaucer looking for Mommy. Just as she gets to the edge I pop up and say PEEK-A-BOO and she just has the biggest smile/grin on her face. I love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Hates her car seat. (At least when I put her in there) She loves car rides and will most the time fall asleep within 15 minutes of driving. The car will always put her to sleep. EXCEPT, it's apparently quite the torturure chamber for poor Arianna. &lt;br /&gt;But, when Michael puts her in there she's a little angel, no screaming no crying, no NOTHING. Man, do I feel like the bad guy. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Seems to love Christmas. YAY. She loves the tree and loves to sit and look at all the lights on it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now, &lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I'm hoping she can wait for the crawling till after Christmas! We would totally be fine with that, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;As of last night, December 10th, she now has 7 teeth. My poor little monkey! Hopefully soon, (after 8) she'll be done for awhile and can give her little mouth a rest&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-3274842161273700082?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/3274842161273700082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=3274842161273700082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/3274842161273700082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/3274842161273700082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2007/12/whats-happening.html' title='Whats Happening!'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-8341194643238051395</id><published>2007-12-03T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T08:40:20.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R1QxDu52R3I/AAAAAAAAATQ/i3mKPZBedKI/s1600-R/Ari+Christmas+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R1QxDu52R3I/AAAAAAAAATQ/aJ6fSrzZKvU/s320/Ari+Christmas+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139787014936610674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R1QwD-52R2I/AAAAAAAAATI/svDNjk8Vg48/s1600-R/Ari+Christmas+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R1QwD-52R2I/AAAAAAAAATI/igaBbGewNQM/s320/Ari+Christmas+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139785919719950178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-8341194643238051395?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/8341194643238051395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=8341194643238051395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/8341194643238051395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/8341194643238051395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/R1QxDu52R3I/AAAAAAAAATQ/aJ6fSrzZKvU/s72-c/Ari+Christmas+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-5375909893298650925</id><published>2007-11-13T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T09:38:58.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To All those who know, and don't know....</title><content type='html'>As the title states, Yesterday was the marking of the 1 year anniversary of my nephew's accident, which later led to his death on November 20,2006. My nephew was one of the greated kids I have ever met, he was stubborn,smart,handsome and one of the most loving human beings put on this planet. Although to some it seems he may not have had the "perfect" life but to those around him and to those who lived with him or near him, knew quite the opposite. No one's idea of perfect is the same, but here's mine. Pefect is having a family who loves you to no end, who is there for you when you least expect it or in times of need. Pefect is making mistakes but knowing deep down your family is there to forgive you. Perfect is being able to get in fights and arguments, but in the next breath saying I love you, or I forgive you. To some Cody had a rough life, but if you were there at the Christmas', and Thanksgivings', Easters' Birthdays, you know how much Cody was loved. You know 100% that no matter what happened in his short life he had a mother who loved him more than life itself, a mother who cries at the sound of the song; "you are my sunshine."  &lt;br /&gt;I'm at a loss of words, because there has been a lot that has happened in our family, but I know that love can hold anyone and anything together despite the horrific that has happened. I know this, because Cody was the Epitome of the word "love." With all that he was put through in his life he still loved everyone despite it all. &lt;br /&gt;With that said, I wont miss out the fact that he had his temper, and he put his parents through the ringer a few times, okay well maybe more than a few, lol. But honestly, who doesn't? Everyone always has something and always goes through stages. I honestly believe if Cody were to have grown to be an Adult, he would have been one the most amazing people anyone would have ever met. I always used to think he would be a Video Game Creator of some sort, or a Computer Wiz. &lt;br /&gt;He was my special little guy, when he walked into the room it was like my heart grew 100X everytime. He made me feel like I was special. &lt;br /&gt;And you know who you have to thank for that, not the Aunts and Uncles, Not the Grandparents, not the Friends, but the Mom &amp; Dad, the not so "perfect" mom and dad. With all the ups and downs in his life, look how amazing he was, look how special he was, look at all the people who have all these good things to say about this amazing person. Look at how he left his heart print in all of our hearts. &lt;br /&gt;I thank his parents for this wonderful young man he was. No matter what happens in life, or how you grow up, as long as you have love in your family I believe your "perfect"&lt;br /&gt;My love for you Cody, is endless and I think about your all the time. I know your in Heaven and looking down on everyone smiling because you know the future, you know there's good in everyone!&lt;br /&gt;I know your Mom, Dad &amp; Ali and Amanda were proud to call your there son and brother, cause I know I was proud to call you my nephew. &lt;br /&gt;All my love, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Memory&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-5375909893298650925?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/5375909893298650925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=5375909893298650925' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/5375909893298650925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/5375909893298650925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2007/11/to-all-those-who-know-and-dont-know.html' title='To All those who know, and don&apos;t know....'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-6282250681388440673</id><published>2007-11-08T09:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T09:22:12.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RzNFcdoLv6I/AAAAAAAAATA/KBAc9O9ao-c/s1600-h/Arianna+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RzNFcdoLv6I/AAAAAAAAATA/KBAc9O9ao-c/s320/Arianna+133.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130520755796950946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RzNEMNoLv5I/AAAAAAAAAS4/76U4sFnbxLQ/s1600-h/ARianna+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RzNEMNoLv5I/AAAAAAAAAS4/76U4sFnbxLQ/s320/ARianna+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130519377112448914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RzNDv9oLv4I/AAAAAAAAASw/EQcfY81QcJ4/s1600-h/Arianna+Banana+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RzNDv9oLv4I/AAAAAAAAASw/EQcfY81QcJ4/s320/Arianna+Banana+085.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130518891781144450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RzNDkNoLv3I/AAAAAAAAASo/G-iONyA2QEs/s1600-h/Arianna+Banana+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RzNDkNoLv3I/AAAAAAAAASo/G-iONyA2QEs/s320/Arianna+Banana+074.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130518689917681522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RzNDMdoLv2I/AAAAAAAAASg/9O-CR41Xpj8/s1600-h/Arianna+Banana+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RzNDMdoLv2I/AAAAAAAAASg/9O-CR41Xpj8/s320/Arianna+Banana+057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130518281895788386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RzNCqtoLv1I/AAAAAAAAASY/Cfp5OaDi4LM/s1600-h/Arianna+Banana+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RzNCqtoLv1I/AAAAAAAAASY/Cfp5OaDi4LM/s320/Arianna+Banana+041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130517702075203410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RzNCXNoLv0I/AAAAAAAAASQ/GKjWp50378s/s1600-h/Arianna+Banana+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RzNCXNoLv0I/AAAAAAAAASQ/GKjWp50378s/s320/Arianna+Banana+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130517367067754306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-6282250681388440673?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/6282250681388440673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=6282250681388440673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/6282250681388440673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/6282250681388440673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2007/11/pictures.html' title='Pictures!'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RzNFcdoLv6I/AAAAAAAAATA/KBAc9O9ao-c/s72-c/Arianna+133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-8114101158523391641</id><published>2007-11-02T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T12:11:58.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving, Teeth and Halloween</title><content type='html'>Halloween went over pretty well. Arianna had on her cute little strawberry costume and helped Daddy carve her very first pumpkin, which they both had lots of fun doing? Grandma Baird took lots of pictures which we will get back today and I'll hopefully be able to scan and get them on the computer for all to enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;We are now all moved into our new home and are slowly but surely unpacking everything and making it our first family home. It's coming along smoothly with the help of our families (thank you) and is looking pretty good I think. I have a few pictures up, but need much more :) Everything is in place, and Arianna's room is looking pretty good as well. She has a pale yellow wall with sponged pink circles as a border around. We are needing to buy her a dresser for in there as it's quite bare, but soon enough. She has lots of space for her toys and that's all that matters. Michael's and my room is really nice too, very grown up - or at least we're trying. The bed is in a frame and we have matching furniture, that's pretty grown up to me, lol. It's very nice to be able to have our separate bedrooms now, and since we're in a Condo I'm no longer needing the monitor as I can still here every peep she makes. &lt;br /&gt;Ari, also got her 4th tooth a few days after her third and is still struggling to get 2 more. She didn't go the usual route and get her to front teeth, she got the two beside them and is now teething with the two front, hopefully they will be here soon as my little angel is in quite a lot of pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really getting into the start of making all of her food, it's really fun and neat to know exactly what I'm feeding my daughter. &lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it for now as Arianna is having a nap and I need to get a few things done around the house. &lt;br /&gt;I will post pictures when I have them ready!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-8114101158523391641?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/8114101158523391641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=8114101158523391641' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/8114101158523391641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/8114101158523391641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2007/11/moving-teeth-and-halloween.html' title='Moving, Teeth and Halloween'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-6817917372571830938</id><published>2007-10-26T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T08:06:45.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'># 3</title><content type='html'>Yes, Arianna has cut her third tooth,and I'm so happy and I'm pretty sure Arianna is as well, as they've been causing her A LOT of pain. I found it this morning by trying to sooth her gums by rubbing them and then felt the chomp and realized "ouch" that's on the top now too. We can feel the other one coming as well, so that will probably be a week or so away. &lt;br /&gt;Now, my hopes are that we can get back into our normal sleep routine, you know the one that doesn't consist of waking up at 11:30-1:30-3:30(up till 4:30) 5:15- and up at 6:00, I'm hoping for a little sleep as I'm getting pretty exhausted. And I don't ask Michael to get up in the middle of the night on the weekends because he gets up at 7 to be at work for 8 and I think he should be able to get some sleep, and it's just easier for me to pop out of bed and get her. It will take him like 10 minutes, lol. But, weekends,especially NEXT weekend this girl is sleeping, and is going to enjoy it. &lt;br /&gt;Ari's ready for her nap, better get going!!! I'll post pics later and tell ya a bit more&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-6817917372571830938?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/6817917372571830938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=6817917372571830938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/6817917372571830938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/6817917372571830938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2007/10/3.html' title='# 3'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-313360968282521395</id><published>2007-10-22T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T09:58:37.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stats</title><content type='html'>Doctors went well. She's growing perfectly, and all seems well. &lt;br /&gt;Arianna is 16 pounds 4 oz. 50%&lt;br /&gt;27 and 3/4 inches long. 97%&lt;br /&gt;Head 42.5. 50%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, she rolls over a lot now, just not from her back yet, I guess she just doesn't like it. She'll grab her little toes and sit there for a few minutes and pretend she's going to roll, but then shooves her toes in her mouth and that's about it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-313360968282521395?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/313360968282521395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=313360968282521395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/313360968282521395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/313360968282521395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2007/10/stats.html' title='Stats'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-5505724061178755000</id><published>2007-10-19T08:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T08:25:34.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Little Strawberry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RxjMOuzXaLI/AAAAAAAAASI/eAxCg4hfBxk/s1600-h/IMG_6952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RxjMOuzXaLI/AAAAAAAAASI/eAxCg4hfBxk/s320/IMG_6952.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123069129587648690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RxjL4-zXaKI/AAAAAAAAASA/T3y2RV8LHIM/s1600-h/IMG_6947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RxjL4-zXaKI/AAAAAAAAASA/T3y2RV8LHIM/s320/IMG_6947.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123068755925493922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RxjLnezXaJI/AAAAAAAAAR4/yk4_vsbfuwg/s1600-h/IMG_6920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RxjLnezXaJI/AAAAAAAAAR4/yk4_vsbfuwg/s320/IMG_6920.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123068455277783186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RxjLS-zXaII/AAAAAAAAARw/We1pQBGeevk/s1600-h/IMG_6929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RxjLS-zXaII/AAAAAAAAARw/We1pQBGeevk/s320/IMG_6929.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123068103090464898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RxjLB-zXaHI/AAAAAAAAARo/vS-GYF_0x5M/s1600-h/IMG_6925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RxjLB-zXaHI/AAAAAAAAARo/vS-GYF_0x5M/s320/IMG_6925.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123067811032688754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics of Arianna in her Strawberry Halloween Costume, that Auntie Laura bought her. &lt;br /&gt;Too cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-5505724061178755000?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/5505724061178755000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=5505724061178755000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/5505724061178755000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/5505724061178755000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2007/10/our-little-strawberry.html' title='Our Little Strawberry'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RxjMOuzXaLI/AAAAAAAAASI/eAxCg4hfBxk/s72-c/IMG_6952.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-9182862557314013101</id><published>2007-10-17T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T13:44:05.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some People</title><content type='html'>This will be short! &lt;br /&gt;I swear some people are so dumb, this is the third time in the last 2 weeks I have seen a mother/father with a child under the age of one with a child on their lap in the front seat. Seriously, are you that lazy that you can't strap your child in a car seat, and if you can't afford one, goto the sally ann or salvation army, there cheap, there's no need for your child to be sitting on your lap, they would be killed instantely in an accident or thrown from the car, lets get some common sense, geez. Not to mention, the one car I saw;the guy was driving behind me like an idiot, tail gaiting me, speeding, swerving through the lanes - pretty messed up, with a brand new baby on the moms lap in the passenger seat! ARGH. &lt;br /&gt;Again, some people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had to vent&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-9182862557314013101?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/9182862557314013101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=9182862557314013101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/9182862557314013101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/9182862557314013101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2007/10/some-people.html' title='Some People'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-7958013165577505631</id><published>2007-10-15T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T14:49:28.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Travellin' Family - BC, Alberta and (Saskatchewan) &amp; 6 MONTHS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RxO_kOzXaGI/AAAAAAAAARg/whvYeIeM5bk/s1600-h/IMG_6882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RxO_kOzXaGI/AAAAAAAAARg/whvYeIeM5bk/s320/IMG_6882.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121647830420121698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RxO_W-zXaFI/AAAAAAAAARY/4liujo4Lnuw/s1600-h/IMG_6902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RxO_W-zXaFI/AAAAAAAAARY/4liujo4Lnuw/s320/IMG_6902.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121647602786854994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RxO_K-zXaEI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YjYWfTSDMu4/s1600-h/IMG_6895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RxO_K-zXaEI/AAAAAAAAARQ/YjYWfTSDMu4/s320/IMG_6895.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121647396628424770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RxO-3-zXaDI/AAAAAAAAARI/iUrm5nqPj3M/s1600-h/IMG_6820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RxO-3-zXaDI/AAAAAAAAARI/iUrm5nqPj3M/s320/IMG_6820.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121647070210910258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RxOa9OzXaCI/AAAAAAAAARA/wIcULUsrAL8/s1600-h/IMG_6885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RxOa9OzXaCI/AAAAAAAAARA/wIcULUsrAL8/s320/IMG_6885.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121607577986623522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RxOa1ezXaBI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/sBtIPcK3V-s/s1600-h/IMG_6898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RxOa1ezXaBI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/sBtIPcK3V-s/s320/IMG_6898.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121607444842637330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RxOaouzXaAI/AAAAAAAAAQw/PkHm44k-Coc/s1600-h/IMG_6900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RxOaouzXaAI/AAAAAAAAAQw/PkHm44k-Coc/s320/IMG_6900.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121607225799305218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RxOacOzXZ_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/hk-KyhY5JLY/s1600-h/IMG_6761.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RxOacOzXZ_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/hk-KyhY5JLY/s320/IMG_6761.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121607011050940402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're back! Michael,Myself, Arianna and Grandma Baird went to visit Ari's great grandparents in Medicine Hat, Alberta. This was Ari's first trip and boy was she great. We left Saturday October 6th at 6:00am. Getting Arianna up was easy as pie as she was already up eating. Into the truck she went to pick up Grandma and off we went. We traveled all the way to Kamloops where we got gas, had some breakfast at Timmy's and gave Ari a chance to stretch her legs and change her bum, then back in for the long haul - we made it to Lake Louise, and then had another change and back in, this time we drove until Medicine Hat. I haven't been out to Alberta in a long time, and it was really fun looking at all the flat land (seriously, I liked it) although the drive from Calgary to Medicine Hat was quite LONG, but we made it. This is the first time Great Grandma and Grandpa had seen there newest grand-daughter, and they were just thrilled. First Arianna gave GGrandma a big smile, which obviously she loved. Unfortunately, GGrandpa did not get the same response, immediately the smile went downwards and out came the water works. This lasted for about 2-3 hours. I assured Grandpa it wasn't his fault, and she was probably just exhausted from the long car ride here, as she had been an amazing girl and didn't really cry the whole way and just needed to release! Anyway, the trip turned out to be a great one, she eventually loosened up a bit and was great with G &amp; G Durk, and she was all smiles for pretty much the rest of the trip. I unfortunately had a cold, and had passed that down to her so she was a little raspy,and snotty! We had quite the visits while we were out there as well, we travelled to the tiniest town in Alberta called Empress, and this is where my mother in law Gloria grew up. It literally reminded me of a Ghost Town, it was in the middle of nowhere and still had some very old (almost 100 years) homes still standing, and vacant streets, churches and the old boarded up hospital. It was quite something to see, as people still live there (probably around 100 people, If we're lucky)This is where we met Arianna's Great Great Great Auntie Marie! She's 82 years old and was such a nice and funny lady, and Arianna had no problems adapting to her. After looking at the neat old sights and old home of Gloria's we headed back to "The Hat" as they like to call it. (also the drive out was about 1 - 1/2 hour) The next day we headed out to a not as small town - but small enough called Oyen. This is where she met her Great Great Great Great Auntie Vi, and Great Great Great Great Uncle Dick. We stayed there for about 5 hours and listened to them talk about the good 'ol days . Also, Auntie Vi &amp; Uncle Dick, were 88 (Vi) and 91 (Dick) And they were doing pretty well and looked great for there age, so after the chatting and getting our fifth generation pictures we headed back to "The Hat." &lt;br /&gt;I must also mention during this whole trip I don't think I have EVER eaten as much. Great Grandma had kept us well fed. Also, I have never met a woman who moves around as much as Grandma. I can promise you, she did not sit down for probably 2 hours the whole trip. She was amazing!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we also did a few trips up to a neat lake called Elk water, and Reasor - all with some beautiful sights. We also saw 2 Moose. (HUGE) and got some great pics and videos. &lt;br /&gt;Needless to say we had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;Arianna is up, I'll post pictures and say more later.&lt;br /&gt;I must also add, Arianna is teething like a mad woman - we can feel about 2-3, there coming and going so it will be awhile, but that doesn't help the fact that she's going through a lot of pain and isn't very happy.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, I was also in Saskatchewan only because the small town we were in was on the border of Alberta and Sask, so at least I've been to 3 provinces; hehe. &lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 6 MONTH BIRTHDAY Arianna! &lt;br /&gt;Last thing - the pics of the land &amp; sky were all taken out of the window of the moving van, so I thought they were pretty cool considering!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-7958013165577505631?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/7958013165577505631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=7958013165577505631' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/7958013165577505631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/7958013165577505631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2007/10/travellin-family-bc-alberta-and.html' title='Travellin&apos; Family - BC, Alberta and (Saskatchewan) &amp; 6 MONTHS'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RxO_kOzXaGI/AAAAAAAAARg/whvYeIeM5bk/s72-c/IMG_6882.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-6219511373502823497</id><published>2007-10-05T09:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T09:18:53.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming Lessons</title><content type='html'>Alright, so I must say that I'm not too impressed with my Swim Class for Arianna. I love that her friends are in the class with her, but I'm really not fond of the teacher. I thought it was going to be different. I know there just supposed to be playing in the water and getting used to it, which we are doing, but I thought we would have organized "games" not just here you can try this if your comfortable. I thought the teacher would work with each mom and child and show them what to do, and it would be a little more hands on. For example, in our first class the instructor said we could put them under water if we wanted to, it was our discretion, and somewhat told us what to do. Well the first few times I did it that day Arianna did it, and did not choke like I stated before. The next class was pretty much the same as the first, except we had the girls floating. As we were leaving the class I decided I would try dunking Arianna under water, and immediately she choked, and wasn't breathing and her little body was flopping around for about 8-10 seconds, and after that she coughed and brought up a little water. My heart instantely droppeed I didn't know what to do, and I was just in complete shock. So, with all that said my real problems are these: I didn't dunk her exactly right because we didn't really learn properly how to dunk them (as my friend kristy said, her last instructor did a one on one thing with them and showed each parent EXACTLY how to do this, not just say how and walk away type thing)and second as I was panicking no one helped or offered any assistance, I did after a few seconds say to my friends, um...help I...I...and then she choked up the water, but they were both facing the other way, what they couldn't see and I'm sure the lifeguards or anyone else there could have seen was me panicking with her and freaking out and NO ONE that worked there even attempted to walk over or offer assistance. I know maybe to them it wasn't a big deal but it scared me, and I didn't know what to do. &lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not going to stop these lessons or trying to put Arianna under, because I don't want her to be afraid of the water and I like the fact that she's in there at such a young age. I will however make sure to ask the instructor next time to PROPERLY show me how to dunk her and get it right. &lt;br /&gt;I must go now, I just needed to vent, and Arianna is up from her little 20 minute nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-6219511373502823497?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/6219511373502823497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=6219511373502823497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/6219511373502823497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/6219511373502823497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2007/10/swimming-lessons.html' title='Swimming Lessons'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-3817165874434515124</id><published>2007-10-02T08:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T11:23:43.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Makeup Artist &amp; Mommy</title><content type='html'>Alrighty, well the time has come where I would love to be putting my career as a makeup artist into the works. As I got pregnant right from finishing my schooling @ Blanche MacDonald, I was sick all day long and was unfortunately unable to work. I've always kept up with learning new things and what was going on in the makeup world, to make sure that when I was ready to go back to work I would be in the know of everything. I'm definetely planning on staying at home with Arianna until she is at least a year, but I would love to start doing photoshoots, weddings and maybe part time (at night) retail work to build my kit to what it should be and also my portfolio. I really don't want to be at a desk job, I want to be doing what I love, and I need to start now. The benefit of working part time at a counter is I can get a lot of product for cheap (if not free) and since it's expensive to buy (for the most part) I'd really need that! So, with that said it's now my plan to start putting this makeup job into the works. I'm planning on doing a big photoshoot in mid-november with some friends, and getting a whole bunch of shots. &lt;br /&gt;So, makeup aside, my little girl is getting so big so fast, she had her first swim class yesterday and it went relatively well (the swim instructor wasn't the greatest) but splashing around in the water with her friends was fun. Also, I dunked her under the water about 4-5 times, and she didn't choke on the water once but she did however; make the funniest faces known to man when she came up. And since she's so pale the area around her eyes were as red as could be, poor thing - but she did seem to like it. We did little thing where we all had to pour water over the arms, and heads and little Arianna was the only baby there who when her head got wet it didn't look any different, all the other little one's had their hair fall in their faces and Arianna just looked bald :) She's not tho, really she has lots of hair it's just as blonde as can be. &lt;br /&gt;Anyways I just had to get that in there. We are heading to Medicine Hat this saturday morning, about 4am. I hope all goes well and we wont have to stop "too" often as I'd like to just get there. But I'm hoping at the stops we can take a few pictures along the way as I haven't been up this way before with Arianna. &lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, she's just about at the point of sitting up completely on her own, she can sit for the most part but when she gets SO excited she kicks and knocks herself over. &lt;br /&gt;She's so sweet&lt;br /&gt;On a sad note, our family dog Kiki was put down yesterday as she had a large mammorey tumor and was just getting too hold; she was just over 13. She had a great great life, and we miss her lots already! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S The hospital nurse said Arianna definetely wasn't Jaundiced  - OKAY! Hmmmm, makes me think! &lt;br /&gt;That's all for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RwKJesaeIPI/AAAAAAAAAQA/EppcXiPHPYs/s1600-h/HAPPY+BIRTHDAY+Arianna+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RwKJesaeIPI/AAAAAAAAAQA/EppcXiPHPYs/s320/HAPPY+BIRTHDAY+Arianna+113.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116803287057572082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RwKJ_MaeIQI/AAAAAAAAAQI/OCUrk-V8ec4/s1600-h/Arianna%27s+first+two+weeks+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RwKJ_MaeIQI/AAAAAAAAAQI/OCUrk-V8ec4/s320/Arianna%27s+first+two+weeks+067.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116803845403320578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RwKKQsaeIRI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/IHEpRUrKdfg/s1600-h/Arianna+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RwKKQsaeIRI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/IHEpRUrKdfg/s320/Arianna+036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116804146051031314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RwKLUsaeISI/AAAAAAAAAQY/pNv2EtODBsg/s1600-h/arianna+and+friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RwKLUsaeISI/AAAAAAAAAQY/pNv2EtODBsg/s320/arianna+and+friends.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116805314282135842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-3817165874434515124?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/3817165874434515124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=3817165874434515124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/3817165874434515124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/3817165874434515124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2007/10/makeup-artist-mommy.html' title='Makeup Artist &amp; Mommy'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RwKJesaeIPI/AAAAAAAAAQA/EppcXiPHPYs/s72-c/HAPPY+BIRTHDAY+Arianna+113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-5989134231284467166</id><published>2007-09-25T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T15:22:22.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is someone cold???? 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NO'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-1753604772098247322</id><published>2007-09-25T14:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T14:31:22.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arianna having a laugh while she eats!</title><content type='html'>Here's Arianna enjoying her rice cereal in the morning. She just loves this stuff, notice me in the background making little laughing noises to make her laugh, ;) hehe cause if there's a camera there she wont do anything so I needed to try and get it on film. Anyways look at how the little hoover devours everything, too cute. 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It's a 12 year old condo in Chilliwack, it's concrete, 8 story's high and 1225 square feet. It's really nice inside and we got a very very good deal on it, and we can't wait to move in. It has 2 bdrm 2 bath, a nice big kitchen with a window (which I like) two big closets in the bedroom (thank goodness cause one little rack was getting a little small for all of Michael's clothes) nice big tubs, everything about it is great. We get the keys October 19th, so we plan to get in there clean it up a bit (as it used to be a rental) and paint Arianna's room and the master bedroom. I have a few ideas as to how to paint Ari's room, but we'll see when the time gets closer and I've "drawn" up a few ideas.&lt;br /&gt;Also, we are heading to Medicine Hat for a week October 6th to visit Arianna's Great Grandma and Great Grandpa Durk, whom she hasn't met, and they are very excited to meet their newest little Great Granddaughter. We are driving there and this is Ari's first big car trip, so I'm hoping all goes well, knowing there's going to be a "few" stops to change diapers, feed, and all that good stuff, but since she's a little trooper (knock on wood) it will be great.&lt;br /&gt;Arianna has her next doctors appointment coming up very soon, and I'm very excited to see how she has grown! She is a very tall and chubby baby. She is also such an amazingly happy girl, she has her moments but what baby doesn't. Overall she always has a big smile on her face or she is screaming with laughter. She's learning so many new things as well, she sits and plays in her exersaucer now without falling over, she can sit up for a period of time but of course weebles wobbles does occasionally fall down. Like I said before she know has 2 teeth, both on the bottom, and now we are starting to feel the top tooth come up and down as well, of course that could be awhile before that actually comes in. Her hair is growing as well (after the bath and it's all puffy) LOL but other than that it's really not growing, but that's okay she's my little cue ball and she's cute like that!&lt;br /&gt;We start swimming lessons on October 1st, which I'm really excited for. Her two friends will be in her class, and since she's such a little water bug it will be great watching her learn to swim.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's all I have right now to post, I'll put up some pics of the new condo, and I'll try to put up this cute video I have of Arianna eating in the morning. It's too funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RvlzPcaeIJI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/UVCTbNYhg6g/s1600-h/DSC00537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114245561018359954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RvlzPcaeIJI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/UVCTbNYhg6g/s320/DSC00537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RvlzcMaeIKI/AAAAAAAAAPY/FZ5s3SQ00Js/s1600-h/DSC00539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114245780061692066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RvlzcMaeIKI/AAAAAAAAAPY/FZ5s3SQ00Js/s320/DSC00539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RvlztMaeILI/AAAAAAAAAPg/fpUaBNkMWuY/s1600-h/DSC00545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114246072119468210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RvlztMaeILI/AAAAAAAAAPg/fpUaBNkMWuY/s320/DSC00545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rvl0H8aeIMI/AAAAAAAAAPo/8YCrYEe4P5w/s1600-h/DSC00546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114246531680968898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rvl0H8aeIMI/AAAAAAAAAPo/8YCrYEe4P5w/s320/DSC00546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rvl0o8aeINI/AAAAAAAAAPw/o_HfXEUsuoY/s1600-h/DSC00544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114247098616651986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rvl0o8aeINI/AAAAAAAAAPw/o_HfXEUsuoY/s320/DSC00544.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-1353616732110030700?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/1353616732110030700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=1353616732110030700' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/1353616732110030700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/1353616732110030700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-home.html' title='A New Home'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RvlzPcaeIJI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/UVCTbNYhg6g/s72-c/DSC00537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-7458684741541828668</id><published>2007-09-15T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T16:07:00.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>1 week after her first, Arianna has her second tooth. There quite possibly the cutest little teeth ever. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-7458684741541828668?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/7458684741541828668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=7458684741541828668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/7458684741541828668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/7458684741541828668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2007/09/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-7282091735315965144</id><published>2007-09-14T08:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T08:12:36.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 5 Month Birthday Arianna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Ruqk1zUd8qI/AAAAAAAAAPI/WMdFHcOfjq0/s1600-h/DSC00014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Ruqk1zUd8qI/AAAAAAAAAPI/WMdFHcOfjq0/s320/DSC00014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110077971421328034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;WOW...It's gone by so fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-7282091735315965144?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/7282091735315965144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=7282091735315965144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/7282091735315965144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/7282091735315965144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2007/09/happy-5-month-birthday-arianna.html' title='Happy 5 Month Birthday Arianna'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Ruqk1zUd8qI/AAAAAAAAAPI/WMdFHcOfjq0/s72-c/DSC00014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-135079288788641585</id><published>2007-09-12T08:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T10:41:35.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new tooth &amp; new friends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RugkBzUd8pI/AAAAAAAAAPA/oY5fgXXrp4w/s1600-h/DSC00518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RugkBzUd8pI/AAAAAAAAAPA/oY5fgXXrp4w/s320/DSC00518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109373390626353810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Arianna officially has her first tooth and I'm such a proud mom.  It came through on Saturday September 8th, and it could possibly be the cutest tooth I've ever seen, hehe.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't got any pictures of it yet as Arianna doesn't like to keep her mouth open long enough for me to snap the picture and also it's still not full grown in there so it is quite hard to see with the camera.&lt;br /&gt;In other news,  she is going to be 5 months this Thursday and I can't believe how fast it has gone by, she's learning new things every day. She has this new thing, it's absolutely the most adorable thing; she spits out as much spit as she can get out and then sticks her tongue out to make the pffff noise and all the spit comes flying everywhere and she makes herself laugh.&lt;br /&gt;She has also starting eating the rice cereal and it could be her favourite part of the day, she gets to excited and opens her mouth as soon as I put the spoon in the cereal. She hasn't made any faces towards it, and hasn't choked on it or anything, it must be some pretty good stuff:) I'm going to start making food for her, buying the Organic Veggies and fruits and mixing them up, a cost effective and fun way to spend my time while Arianna is sleeping!&lt;br /&gt;She has two new little friends that I have mentioned before that she has so much fun with (never mind yesterday, it seems little Arianna was jealous that those two both had so much hair,hehe) they go swimming and for walks (strolls rather) and sit and talk with each other in there cute little baby talk.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, we're going to the pool today with Adelyn and Sophie and I hope I don't forget my camera, and we'll have some good pics to post.&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-135079288788641585?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/135079288788641585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=135079288788641585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/135079288788641585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/135079288788641585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-tooth-new-friends.html' title='A new tooth &amp; new friends.'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RugkBzUd8pI/AAAAAAAAAPA/oY5fgXXrp4w/s72-c/DSC00518.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-3776770492572860625</id><published>2007-09-08T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T14:59:25.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For your viewing pleasure...:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RuMaOyuhuwI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/E7xl7nFjbi0/s1600-h/Ari+Cathleen+085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RuMaOyuhuwI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/E7xl7nFjbi0/s320/Ari+Cathleen+085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107955243805686530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RuMaaiuhuxI/AAAAAAAAAOY/msE830WbitI/s1600-h/Ari+Cathleen+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RuMaaiuhuxI/AAAAAAAAAOY/msE830WbitI/s320/Ari+Cathleen+091.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107955445669149458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RuMaySuhuzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/_yMQzO24vC4/s1600-h/Ari+Cathleen+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RuMaySuhuzI/AAAAAAAAAOo/_yMQzO24vC4/s320/Ari+Cathleen+061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107955853691042610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RuMalCuhuyI/AAAAAAAAAOg/hTbNT_YMR-4/s1600-h/Ari+Cathleen+110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RuMalCuhuyI/AAAAAAAAAOg/hTbNT_YMR-4/s320/Ari+Cathleen+110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107955626057775906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RuMbFCuhu1I/AAAAAAAAAO4/9CC9UVavdrA/s1600-h/Ari+Cathleen+168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RuMbFCuhu1I/AAAAAAAAAO4/9CC9UVavdrA/s320/Ari+Cathleen+168.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107956175813589842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RuMa7iuhu0I/AAAAAAAAAOw/K7TFS_g3iBI/s1600-h/Ari+Cathleen+171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RuMa7iuhu0I/AAAAAAAAAOw/K7TFS_g3iBI/s320/Ari+Cathleen+171.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107956012604832578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-3776770492572860625?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/3776770492572860625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=3776770492572860625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/3776770492572860625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/3776770492572860625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2007/09/for-your-viewing-pleasure.html' title='For your viewing pleasure...:)'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RuMaOyuhuwI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/E7xl7nFjbi0/s72-c/Ari+Cathleen+085.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-5313855147726236185</id><published>2007-09-04T11:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T21:19:29.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A day at the beach!</title><content type='html'>So I thought I would update now that Arianna is in bed. Things are going really well, she's growing so big so fast. She is definetely teething, I can feel the tooth there trying to come in, I think it will be here any day now, which is fine with me - whatever makes her feel better makes me feel better.&lt;br /&gt;Michael and I recently took her to the beach which she seemed to like; I put her toes in the "dirty :S" harrison water and she really liked the water on her toes. However, we did have a little bit of a cry fest, but after her bottle she was totally fine.&lt;br /&gt;Arianna is definetely more vocal lately, she coos and talks and talks and talks to everyone and everything. She is in love with this little brown bear she has - we'll put it on her stomach and she will giggle to herself and pull him down so she can teethe on his nose, it's the cutest thing!&lt;br /&gt;She now sleeps mostly though the night, just getting up once, at 5:34, so I decided I would try some rice cereal with her to see if it would help her get that whole nights sleep and she just LOVES the stuff. She is still waking up at 5:34, which is totally fine with me, but I think once she's been on it for a little while it should start to fill up her belly so that she doesn't need a feeding till a little later.&lt;br /&gt;Another thing she loves is when people say DADA - She however cannot say Dada :) and can Mama (just had to get that in there.)&lt;br /&gt;We're just so in love with her and love spending time with her.&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pics from the last month. Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;The first few are of Ari practicing her sitting (and falling)&lt;br /&gt;Also - the below pic I caught at the right moment - Doh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rt4tZyuhutI/AAAAAAAAAN4/fLxjkrzQ62w/s1600-h/IMG_6688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106568948621621970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rt4tZyuhutI/AAAAAAAAAN4/fLxjkrzQ62w/s320/IMG_6688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rt4s1yuhurI/AAAAAAAAANo/2VzTs5Nkj_4/s1600-h/IMG_6663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106568330146331314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rt4s1yuhurI/AAAAAAAAANo/2VzTs5Nkj_4/s320/IMG_6663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rt4tEyuhusI/AAAAAAAAANw/U1z4whtrhvY/s1600-h/IMG_6673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106568587844369090" style="FLOAT: left; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rt3DdSuhunI/AAAAAAAAANI/M-D8IhIRfLg/s320/Arianna+Cathleen+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rt2jNSuhulI/AAAAAAAAAM4/flMSInHDnLQ/s1600-h/Arianna+Cathleen+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106417001268623954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rt2jNSuhulI/AAAAAAAAAM4/flMSInHDnLQ/s320/Arianna+Cathleen+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1699819448970460040-5313855147726236185?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/5313855147726236185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=5313855147726236185' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/5313855147726236185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/5313855147726236185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2007/09/day-at-beach.html' title='A day at the beach!'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rt4tZyuhutI/AAAAAAAAAN4/fLxjkrzQ62w/s72-c/IMG_6688.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-2348221672534048002</id><published>2007-08-29T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T10:14:58.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Everybody - String of bad luck, Weddings, Receptions and Life</title><content type='html'>Alright, Well I just want to start of by saying that I just put Arianna down for a nap and she was fed and obviously tired and crying and I sat out here while she cried herself to sleep - oh that's so hard to listen to her cry but I knew she was tired, and sure enough she fell right asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways just wanted to say that.&lt;br /&gt;For the last 2 months there has been a lot going on in our lives, first we get married, then the honeymoon to Las Vegas, Ryan and Kat's Wedding (which was beautiful) and all the planning for the reception - which turned out to be a big hit, and now it's rest time. I wanted to say thank you to everyone who came to our reception and all the wonderful gifts &amp; money we received. It's so amazing we are now ready to start planning to buy and get ready for a new home. We are really very excited. It's all coming together and I couldn't be more happy.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, my string of bad luck. First I get a speeding ticket - yes I know that's my own fault. Oops. then I lose my keys (which have everything possible on them), then on the way to Ryan and Kat's Wedding I get in a car accident :( and fault still hasn't been determined, if I stay optimistic it wont be my fault :) :) :) :), then as I finish cleaning one night I notice a flat  tire on the truck, ARGH. Just had to vent about that, now hopefully my luck will change. I think it will,&lt;br /&gt;now onto something happier....&lt;br /&gt;Arianna is getting so big so fast, I now see what people mean when they say they grow so fast, because it's so true, I can't believe in a couple more weeks Arianna will be 5 MONTHS old, it's just absolutely crazy how time flies. We've been enjoying every minute of it, and am so excited to watch her grow. She's already so smart.&lt;br /&gt;My mom does this "BIG GIRL" thing with her and puts her hands up in the air and has been doing it for awhile and Arianna has already picked it up, as soon as Nanny says BIIIIIG GIRL, Ari's hands going flying up into the air, and then gets the cutest little flirty face of excitement. I'm so proud of her.&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks ago, Arianna had her shots and what a good girl she was, she cried just while the shots went in, but stopped after everything was done, and was such a little angel.&lt;br /&gt;Her sleeping patterns are becoming more regular, she now goes down between 8-9 until 5:34 every morning, and wakes up and has her bottle and within half hour is back asleep comfortably until 7:30-8:30 in the morning; depending on how loud Michael is, so usually 8:30.&lt;br /&gt;If she wakes up at 7:30 Michael or myself will bring her into bed with me, where we cuddle for about 45 mintues, or she will lye beside me and flail her arms about and consistently hit me in the face, lol and for a little girl she sure packs quite the punch. After cuddling and boxing, we'll sit and talk for about 20 minutes where she'll just yammer on and not let me get a word in. (kind of reminds me of me)&lt;br /&gt;Also, anytime football, or baseball (eek) comes on her eyes will be glued to the screen. I was hoping for a little ballet dancer or gymnist (if height lets her) but it seems like she's going to be a star athlete, if we go by the way things seem now.&lt;br /&gt;She also has two of the cutest little friends, Adelyn and Sophie. Adelyn is exactly one month older, and Sophie is 9 months. We've had a few play dates as you have probably read, and there just little sweethearts together.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's it for now, just a few little updates on everything.&lt;br /&gt;Pictures below are Michael when he was a baby - me - and Michael and Ari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RtWolSuhuiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/a7WCDnRVLiQ/s1600-h/baby+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RtWolSuhuiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/a7WCDnRVLiQ/s320/baby+8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104171111329937954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RtWo0CuhujI/AAAAAAAAAMo/2bW4huX9bwU/s1600-h/babyg5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RtWo0CuhujI/AAAAAAAAAMo/2bW4huX9bwU/s320/babyg5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104171364733008434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RtWpaCuhukI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EVRYxc8diKc/s1600-h/Arianna+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RtWpaCuhukI/AAAAAAAAAMw/EVRYxc8diKc/s320/Arianna+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104172017568037442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-2348221672534048002?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/2348221672534048002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=2348221672534048002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/2348221672534048002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/2348221672534048002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2007/08/hello-everybody-string-of-bad-luck.html' title='Hello Everybody - String of bad luck, Weddings, Receptions and Life'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RtWolSuhuiI/AAAAAAAAAMg/a7WCDnRVLiQ/s72-c/baby+8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-5152908654176601098</id><published>2007-08-23T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T15:45:13.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arianna's First Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rs4IRiuhueI/AAAAAAAAAMA/dhi-X7I0Fvg/s1600-h/ari+sears+photos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rs4IRiuhueI/AAAAAAAAAMA/dhi-X7I0Fvg/s320/ari+sears+photos.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102024525330102754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, that's right I took Arianna today for her first Photo shoot, and Little Miss. Decided to make mommy work her tushy off to get a smile out of her. Now I took her first thing in the morning (9:30am) because that's her happy time. Well, let me tell you, it didn't go over to well. The bottom left corner photo was the first and it went well she sat down smiled and I thought YES, what a good girl. Then we lie her down......................Oh no, that did not go over well, the water works just poured from our littles one's eyes and was not having any squeaky duck squacking in her face, I swear that just peeved her off even more. So after a few attempts of all different positions I decided to give her a bottle to calm her down, and it did. So back to the drawing board, nope, didn't work lie her down and she starts screaming. So here's mommy at 9:30 in the morning in the portrait studio of Sears jumping up and down making the weirdest noises even I haven't heard before, and of course I brought out that darn duck cause I was determined. And as you can see I got a few pictures from her with her adorable little smile. I think next time we'll take her more towards the end of the day because right now she is sitting her in chair GIGGLING away and smiling, I think she knows what I'm writing so she's just trying to prove a point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, back to my little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy my pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Daddy holding Arianna when Mommy got back from cleaning &amp; Arianna in her bumbo in the backyard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rs4KJSuhuhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/aBT1K03CzYY/s1600-h/IMG_6579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rs4KJSuhuhI/AAAAAAAAAMY/aBT1K03CzYY/s320/IMG_6579.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102026582619437586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rs4JTSuhugI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/mVG3ybm0Ntc/s1600-h/IMG_6637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rs4JTSuhugI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/mVG3ybm0Ntc/s320/IMG_6637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102025654906501634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/1699819448970460040-5152908654176601098?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/5152908654176601098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=5152908654176601098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/5152908654176601098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/5152908654176601098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2007/08/ariannas-first-photo-shoot.html' title='Arianna&apos;s First Photo Shoot'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rs4IRiuhueI/AAAAAAAAAMA/dhi-X7I0Fvg/s72-c/ari+sears+photos.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-6475729808940732363</id><published>2007-08-04T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T22:17:30.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bumbo for Ari</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RrVdYKFE6tI/AAAAAAAAALI/-U8l6IefYKE/s1600-h/IMG_6476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RrVdYKFE6tI/AAAAAAAAALI/-U8l6IefYKE/s320/IMG_6476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095081223043476178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RrVc36FE6sI/AAAAAAAAALA/NCT6JImSlgY/s1600-h/IMG_6508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RrVc36FE6sI/AAAAAAAAALA/NCT6JImSlgY/s320/IMG_6508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095080668992694978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RrVcV6FE6rI/AAAAAAAAAK4/YMKdbmaJYzs/s1600-h/IMG_6505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RrVcV6FE6rI/AAAAAAAAAK4/YMKdbmaJYzs/s320/IMG_6505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095080084877142706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I had a nice day today in Richmond with my mom and Arianna. We went shopping of course and I found a little pink bumbo for my girl. She loves it (when she's not fussy) and has  a great little time in it. When we have more play dates I'll have to bring it along so they can all sit together and have play time while actually looking at eachother.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a few pics of her in her new seat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-6475729808940732363?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/6475729808940732363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=6475729808940732363' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/6475729808940732363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/6475729808940732363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2007/08/bumbo-for-ari.html' title='A Bumbo for Ari'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RrVdYKFE6tI/AAAAAAAAALI/-U8l6IefYKE/s72-c/IMG_6476.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-7470081009658433726</id><published>2007-08-04T08:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T22:09:30.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ari and Her Daddy</title><content type='html'>Just a few random pics of Arianna and her Daddy. Michael is away in Edmonton right now, but will be home tomorrow night. Only 2 nights and 3 days gone, but feels like forever. Love him and miss him, as does our little Ari. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RrSZOKFE6qI/AAAAAAAAAKw/RZ6curzsoXs/s1600-h/Arianna+198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RrSZOKFE6qI/AAAAAAAAAKw/RZ6curzsoXs/s320/Arianna+198.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094865546965740194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RrSZBKFE6pI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WX4-7f7cvuM/s1600-h/Arianna+190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RrSZBKFE6pI/AAAAAAAAAKo/WX4-7f7cvuM/s320/Arianna+190.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094865323627440786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RrSYr6FE6oI/AAAAAAAAAKg/5GoJXVolKNk/s1600-h/April+6th+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RrSYr6FE6oI/AAAAAAAAAKg/5GoJXVolKNk/s320/April+6th+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094864958555220610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RrSYT6FE6nI/AAAAAAAAAKY/XSAPCEJIXN4/s1600-h/IMG_6445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RrSYT6FE6nI/AAAAAAAAAKY/XSAPCEJIXN4/s320/IMG_6445.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094864546238360178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RrSX16FE6mI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/i-rOm2Y7yi0/s1600-h/DSC00281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RrSX16FE6mI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/i-rOm2Y7yi0/s320/DSC00281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094864030842284642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RrSXl6FE6lI/AAAAAAAAAKI/a1_DJhROGBM/s1600-h/DSC00181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RrSXl6FE6lI/AAAAAAAAAKI/a1_DJhROGBM/s320/DSC00181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094863755964377682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-7470081009658433726?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/7470081009658433726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=7470081009658433726' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/7470081009658433726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/7470081009658433726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2007/08/ari-and-her-daddy.html' title='Ari and Her Daddy'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RrSZOKFE6qI/AAAAAAAAAKw/RZ6curzsoXs/s72-c/Arianna+198.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-8902501074193803775</id><published>2007-08-02T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T21:58:07.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctors Check-Up</title><content type='html'>Arianna had her check-up today at the Doctors, and it went really well.&lt;br /&gt;She's doing great, healthy as a horse as the doctor said.&lt;br /&gt;Here are her stats&lt;br /&gt;At 3 Months 3 Weeks&lt;br /&gt;Height - 26 1/4 Inches long - 95-100% (she's well above average)&lt;br /&gt;Weight - 13 pounds 10 oz. - 50-75%&lt;br /&gt;Head 40 cm&lt;br /&gt;The doc says she's gonna be a tall girl! Just like her Daddy&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of her, she's such a darling, and has brought the most joy to our lives. I'm in love! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RrK1u6FE6kI/AAAAAAAAAKA/OwM1GVCn2EM/s1600-h/Nanny+and+Ari+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RrK1u6FE6kI/AAAAAAAAAKA/OwM1GVCn2EM/s320/Nanny+and+Ari+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094333945978612290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ari and her Nanny Banannie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-8902501074193803775?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/8902501074193803775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=8902501074193803775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/8902501074193803775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/8902501074193803775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2007/08/doctors-check-up.html' title='Doctors Check-Up'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RrK1u6FE6kI/AAAAAAAAAKA/OwM1GVCn2EM/s72-c/Nanny+and+Ari+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-8970890071293805761</id><published>2007-07-29T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T17:55:20.795-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Again...</title><content type='html'>Am I switching formulas. I switched Arianna's formula from the liquid concentrate to the powder. The name brand was still the same Enfamil and it was lower iron but just powder. Well, it caused the worst possible constipation for her that I have ever seen, and never want to see again. I'll tell you it is the most heartbreaking, heart wrenching thing you can ever witness when you have to watch your baby in pain. She absolutely could not poop, and every single time she did she screamed and you could hear the sadness in her voice. I immediately called Enfamil to see if there is a difference between the two, and she said yes and that it can cause constipation. Well I switched back to the other stuff today, and hopefully all starts to get better. I'm thinking it will as we used probably a whole tin of penatin creme and suppository's (which she didn't like, but it sure helped.) My mom did the work for me as I held her head and cried with her, but with my moms help and advice I never would have picked up what do to. Now my little angel is being fed by her Daddy (was was in the other room because we all know he wouldn't have been able to handle that, as most Daddy's wouldn't)&lt;br /&gt;Again, that's all for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rq022qFE6jI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/BvBIAdhAECY/s1600-h/HAPPY+BIRTHDAY+Arianna+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rq022qFE6jI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/BvBIAdhAECY/s320/HAPPY+BIRTHDAY+Arianna+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092787066262317618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(In Labour with Ari, giving the thumbs up for Ari &amp;amp; the Gas)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-8970890071293805761?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/8970890071293805761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=8970890071293805761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/8970890071293805761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/8970890071293805761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2007/07/never-again.html' title='Never Again...'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rq022qFE6jI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/BvBIAdhAECY/s72-c/HAPPY+BIRTHDAY+Arianna+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-2735015155395729010</id><published>2007-07-29T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T17:00:59.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Times</title><content type='html'>This year so far has been wonderful. Lets start at the beginning. Michael and I decided to move in with each other at the beginning of this year, we found a place and quickly started doing some work to get the place ready to move into for February. On January 13th, we were doing some work in the baby's nursery by putting up some Classic Winnie the Pooh border . Well I had left some downstairs to Michael had me go down there and get it, meanwhile I was thinking he was the laziest man on the planet, sure enough I bring it upstairs for him and there he is standing there with a ring box and a beautiful diamond ring in it, my first response was "what?" the airhead that I can be I didn't even clue in for a couple of seconds, then he of course asked me to Marry him and I said yes. That started the year off wonderful, now I had the excitement of looking forward to having a baby and getting married. We figured we would have a nice semi-big wedding on May 17th, 2008. Well the impatient woman in me kept saying, NO, NO, NO. I've already been with this guy almost 7 years by the time we get married it will be almost 8 1/2, I couldn't do it. So as the months went on the day got closer and closer to April 10th, the Due Date. Arianna was almost here, I was so excited I couldn't wait to see my new little darling. I was almost done being pregnant. I couldn't stand it anymore I was sick all the time, everything I ate came back up I was moody as ever I was getting up every 5 minutes to go to the bathroom, as soon as I sat down or had a drink I had to run back upstairs to goto the bathroom, come on it's time to get out already. So, April 10th is here and STILL no baby, I went to the doctor and he swept my membranes, I immediately thought this is was it, it was time to have baby. End of the day comes and still no baby, and same with the 11th,12th, and then comes the 13th, I got induced. And I'm thinking next time this baby is coming naturally. As you all know my birth story I wont tell it again. So April was a wonderful month, we had our beautiful baby girl, Arianna.&lt;br /&gt;The next few months we decided it was time to move as we wanted to start saving towards buying our own home. So, now we are back at my parents home living in the master bedroom, Michael,Myself and Arianna - all in one room. We really appreciate my parents letting us stay there to help us save, and after about 6 months here we will head to Michaels mom's house so we can save for another six months. We are hoping things can go quicker to have our own home, as I would love Arianna to have her own room. For now, we are looking forward to our honeymoon in Las Vegas with Carleen and Chris, and watching all the wonderfulness that is Arianna. She becomes more and more adorable and changes everyday, it's so amazing to see all the changes that happen in each day.&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rq0nTqFE6cI/AAAAAAAAAJA/peQDAEGKUDg/s1600-h/pics+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rq0nTqFE6cI/AAAAAAAAAJA/peQDAEGKUDg/s320/pics+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092769972292479426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rq0ooaFE6eI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Ry113to20-w/s1600-h/P2120011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rq0ooaFE6eI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Ry113to20-w/s320/P2120011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092771428286392802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rq0pGqFE6fI/AAAAAAAAAJY/OXT5jpGU6Rk/s1600-h/38+weeks+and+4+days+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rq0p66FE6hI/AAAAAAAAAJo/s8vDyYvBFyk/s320/HAPPY+BIRTHDAY+Arianna+022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092772845625600530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rq0oI6FE6dI/AAAAAAAAAJI/RznVw4rbRq8/s1600-h/Sara+and+Michaels+Wedding+250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rq0oI6FE6dI/AAAAAAAAAJI/RznVw4rbRq8/s320/Sara+and+Michaels+Wedding+250.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092770887120513490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-2735015155395729010?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/2735015155395729010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=2735015155395729010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/2735015155395729010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/2735015155395729010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2007/07/family-times.html' title='Family Times'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rq0nTqFE6cI/AAAAAAAAAJA/peQDAEGKUDg/s72-c/pics+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-5262007269062316509</id><published>2007-07-27T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T12:39:41.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arianna's Second Play Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RqpJ3KFE6bI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uEtg6946ahs/s1600-h/Play+Date+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RqpJ3KFE6bI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uEtg6946ahs/s320/Play+Date+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091963540643047858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today we had Ari's first play date - second really but we have a picture from this one.  It went really well; we went with little Sophie and Adelyn. They are both too cute for words and all three of them were really good for the walk.&lt;br /&gt;We were gone from about 2 hours, which meant us Moms  got a good little workout in and the girls enjoyed the sun. We're planning on doing it again soon, which is good cause I can really use the time out in the sun and also the walking is excellent for me, and Ari loves it outside it usually tuckers her out and she'll have a good solid nap in the afternoon. Next time I'm thinking we should goto the pool after and have them all swim around in there and laugh and splash together.&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now, until next time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara and Arianna&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Kristy's Husband Brad for taking the pictures! Too Cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-5262007269062316509?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/5262007269062316509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=5262007269062316509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/5262007269062316509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/5262007269062316509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2007/07/ariannas-second-play-date.html' title='Arianna&apos;s Second Play Date'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RqpJ3KFE6bI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uEtg6946ahs/s72-c/Play+Date+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-3959396798440591032</id><published>2007-07-23T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T10:27:05.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Teething Begins....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RqTk3aFE6aI/AAAAAAAAAIw/OnxVsAcsGQA/s1600-h/DSC00183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RqTk3aFE6aI/AAAAAAAAAIw/OnxVsAcsGQA/s320/DSC00183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090445119380056482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Arianna is now just over 3 months and has been slowly starting to teethe within the last few weeks. The drool has picked up alot, and she has a new habit of grabbing my hand and ramming it in her mouth and will suck on my knuckle to help with the pain. I have teething rings for her, but since she can't quite hold things all that well yet, it seemed kind of pointless to me, so as long as my hands are clean I have no problems with her doing this, as long as it makes her feel better.&lt;br /&gt;She has been pretty good (again, knock on wood) and not getting fussy, except last night for about 2-3 hours she was obviously in pain a great deal, but I think this pain was due to gas. So for the first hour I was the only one that could hold her, and I had to be standing up the whole time with her over my shoulder, not any other position or it was all screams until she was put back in that position, and for me standing with her for a long period of time really hurts my back. (which I hope will diminish soon) Anyways, after this we tried giving her some Gripe Water and Oval - because she obviously couldn't get out the burp, her feet kept coming up to her stomach, she was getting stiff - all the signs for gas. Well the Gripe and Oval seemed to work, because within the next little bit she had fallen asleep in my arms and I was able to put her down to sleep at 7 - and she slept till 2 and up till 4, and then back asleep till 8 and woke up as happy as ever, so I was really happy. It's really the saddest thing to watch her child in pain and it's even worse when they can't tell you what's wrong.  Thank goodness my mom was there to give me a hand - she would take her for a bit to try someone different - but like I said she wanted Mommy again after 10-15 minutes with Nanny.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, on a different note - I took Ari to the pool for the first time last week and did she LOVE IT. We went together - as Michael had to work, and no one was around to go with us.&lt;br /&gt;Well, it went pretty smoothly once we got out into the pool we played on the steps just getting her used to the water, and as she got more comfortable I started taking her out and letting her feet and body go under the water and she would occasionally kick her feet. She was absolutely amazed by everything there - all the people, the big boat in the middle of the water, the sounds she barley looked at me she was just to excited with everything that was happening around her.&lt;br /&gt;So, after about 45 minutes in the water I decided it was time to go, SO the fun part. Like I've said before Ari doesn't like getting out of the water. (bath time) We make it into the change room where I preceed to change her/her diaper and boy did the water works start. She screamed and screamed and screamed, all this while I'm soaked in my bathing suit with no towel - because me the air head forgot one for me. After about 15 minutes I was able to calm her down with a bottle. Then I had to try to change myself not easy when you don't have anywhere to put your baby except your lap. Well I made due, but it took a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Next time I'll use the FAMILY change room maybe that will help. Again, Air Head me thought that the whole family had to be there to use that room so I used the womans change room. I know quite dumb on my part.&lt;br /&gt;But all and all we had a good day.&lt;br /&gt;Also, a quick note to some of the Older Generation (sorry) yes it's alright for a 3 month old to go into the water, if  the facility,life guards and other moms around me do it and doc says okay, it's alright to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ari's up.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RqTkFKFE6XI/AAAAAAAAAIY/lWVKRvvN3z8/s1600-h/DSC00186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RqTkFKFE6XI/AAAAAAAAAIY/lWVKRvvN3z8/s320/DSC00186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090444256091629938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RqTkdaFE6YI/AAAAAAAAAIg/29OomdMKXWU/s1600-h/DSC00238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RqTkdaFE6YI/AAAAAAAAAIg/29OomdMKXWU/s320/DSC00238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090444672703457666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RqTktqFE6ZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/zcj_j8r5EP8/s1600-h/DSC00181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RqTktqFE6ZI/AAAAAAAAAIo/zcj_j8r5EP8/s320/DSC00181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090444951876331922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-3959396798440591032?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/3959396798440591032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=3959396798440591032' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/3959396798440591032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/3959396798440591032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-teething-begins.html' title='And the Teething Begins....'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RqTk3aFE6aI/AAAAAAAAAIw/OnxVsAcsGQA/s72-c/DSC00183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-6389877798071428931</id><published>2007-07-19T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T13:07:55.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arianna</title><content type='html'>Well, it's not official, but here is Ariannas stats for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;She has a doctors appointment on August 2nd, and we'll find everything out then.&lt;br /&gt;She's just over 26.5 Inches long - which puts her in the 97 %&lt;br /&gt;Her weight is 16.5 Pounds - 97%&lt;br /&gt;So, she's doing pretty well.  I'm pretty sure she's going to be a tall girl, well at least taller than her mom.&lt;br /&gt;The Height Prediction websites (hehe) say she will be 5"9.&lt;br /&gt;That a girl Arianna, way to be tall.&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now, I'm going to take Arianna to the pool after her nap to see if she likes it. I sure hope so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rp_C7_KWqhI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/_DbYz8Th1XA/s1600-h/Arianna+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rp_C7_KWqhI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/_DbYz8Th1XA/s320/Arianna+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089000439774882322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture- reminds me of the godfather. Funny Girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-6389877798071428931?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/6389877798071428931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=6389877798071428931' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/6389877798071428931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/6389877798071428931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2007/07/arianna.html' title='Arianna'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rp_C7_KWqhI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/_DbYz8Th1XA/s72-c/Arianna+055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-4806039197029663765</id><published>2007-07-15T08:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T12:23:04.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Wedding Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RpposfKWqgI/AAAAAAAAAII/bcOEMPv9z_o/s1600-h/Sara+and+Michaels+Wedding+398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087493842556856834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RpposfKWqgI/AAAAAAAAAII/bcOEMPv9z_o/s320/Sara+and+Michaels+Wedding+398.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RppoVfKWqfI/AAAAAAAAAIA/6Qg-s6uFzIs/s1600-h/Sara+and+Michaels+Wedding+301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087493447419865586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RppoVfKWqfI/AAAAAAAAAIA/6Qg-s6uFzIs/s320/Sara+and+Michaels+Wedding+301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RppnNfKWqeI/AAAAAAAAAH4/jzBgc7CVlEo/s1600-h/Sara+and+Michaels+Wedding+243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087492210469284322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RppnNfKWqeI/AAAAAAAAAH4/jzBgc7CVlEo/s320/Sara+and+Michaels+Wedding+243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RppmufKWqdI/AAAAAAAAAHw/V3kA5MDbdqo/s1600-h/Sara+and+Michaels+Wedding+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087491677893339602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RppmufKWqdI/AAAAAAAAAHw/V3kA5MDbdqo/s320/Sara+and+Michaels+Wedding+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rpplt_KWqbI/AAAAAAAAAHg/-lNnmleCIiY/s1600-h/Sara+and+Michaels+Wedding+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087490569791777202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rpplt_KWqbI/AAAAAAAAAHg/-lNnmleCIiY/s320/Sara+and+Michaels+Wedding+104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RppmKvKWqcI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Axl0L82wlsQ/s1600-h/Sara+and+Michaels+Wedding+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087491063713016258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RppmKvKWqcI/AAAAAAAAAHo/Axl0L82wlsQ/s320/Sara+and+Michaels+Wedding+120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is just a short note to let everyone know that we got Married yesterday July 14th, 2007. It went beautifully, just how I imagined it. I'll post some pics for everyone to look at, and explain everything later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-4806039197029663765?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/4806039197029663765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=4806039197029663765' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/4806039197029663765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/4806039197029663765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-wedding-day.html' title='Happy Wedding Day'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RpposfKWqgI/AAAAAAAAAII/bcOEMPv9z_o/s72-c/Sara+and+Michaels+Wedding+398.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-1090407374670571148</id><published>2007-07-13T08:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T12:53:01.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooing - The Voice of a Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RpfXxPKWqaI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ha75bf9VRms/s1600-h/IMG_6333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RpfXxPKWqaI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ha75bf9VRms/s320/IMG_6333.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086771545021786530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RpfXaPKWqZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ECz5TfM72Pw/s1600-h/IMG_6240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RpfXaPKWqZI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ECz5TfM72Pw/s320/IMG_6240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086771149884795282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RpeidfKWqUI/AAAAAAAAAGo/F6Zl8RaD6Ck/s1600-h/ari+suit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RpeidfKWqUI/AAAAAAAAAGo/F6Zl8RaD6Ck/s320/ari+suit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086712931603097922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new favorite thing to do is talk with Arianna. Now, to all your non mommy's out there I know it's hard to believe that you can talk to a 3 month old, but honestly you can and it's the most precious thing you can ever do. Usually in the morning when she first wakes up and at night time just before bed is when she becomes quite vocal. I'll sit there and say mama in hopes that she will in turn blurt out a solid mama - like I said in my last blog when she cries there's a mama, now I just need her to speak the word mama. With that said she will mimic my voice and the way I am saying it as if she is saying it herself. She'll also copy the way your mouth is and coo. She loves to sit and also talk to my brother, which is adorable. As for Daddy - she'll just bat her eyelashes and stop whatever she's doing to look at him. He doesn't have to say anything he just has to look at her or grab her hand and she doesn't care who else is in the room. Michael says that when I leave the room she outright says "Hi Daddy" - I keep telling Michael - okay! it's obvious that her first words will be anything to do with Mommy. . . . Right????&lt;br /&gt;Well, Grandma Baird bought Ari her first Exersaucer the other day - which is a 2 in 1 Exersauser and Floor Mat together. The floor mat is for newborns to 4 months and Exersaucer is 4 months to walking. WELL, here's me thinking that my little girl is above average and can hold her head up on her own and fit in there and have a great time. No, not quite I put her in there with my hand supporting her chest and KERPLUNK she falls right over, I guess her little head isn't quite ready to stay up. That's okay all my hard work of putting it together can wait a few more weeks until her head and body are ready to sit upright. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today is now Friday the 13th, 3 months from when I gave birth to my little Angel, and I can't believe how fast it has gone by. Now all those years of my mom saying you grow up so fast, it actually makes sense, because I can't even realize how quickly these 3 months have gone by.&lt;br /&gt;I also can't imagine my life without Arianna, she is the most amazing gift I have ever had and I know all Moms think this, but it really is true. The Miracle of a child is wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Happy 3 Months Arianna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S I'll post videos of Ari and I talking, once I figure out how to add video on here, or where to go on the net to find a video mixer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RpfWDfKWqYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/1G5ifapnWIE/s1600-h/Arianna-+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RpfWDfKWqYI/AAAAAAAAAHI/1G5ifapnWIE/s320/Arianna-+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086769659531143554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;              &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RpejVPKWqVI/AAAAAAAAAGw/iNAjEq2-kWU/s1600-h/Arianna+June+18th+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RpejVPKWqVI/AAAAAAAAAGw/iNAjEq2-kWU/s320/Arianna+June+18th+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086713889380804946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2Eq8NGHZC8/RpeiFLydEeI/AAAAAAAAAXM/iZsK3KKwX8I/s1600-h/Arianna+Cathleen+131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D2Eq8NGHZC8/RpeiFLydEeI/AAAAAAAAAXM/iZsK3KKwX8I/s320/Arianna+Cathleen+131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086712514085720546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-1090407374670571148?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/1090407374670571148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=1090407374670571148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/1090407374670571148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/1090407374670571148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2007/07/cooing-voice-of-baby.html' title='Cooing - The Voice of a Baby'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RpfXxPKWqaI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ha75bf9VRms/s72-c/IMG_6333.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-202056558561373715</id><published>2007-07-09T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T12:07:34.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Congrats</title><content type='html'>Just another quick note. Congrats to my mom who has now lost over 42 pounds, I'm so proud of her. What will power, I tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;Awesome job mommy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-202056558561373715?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/202056558561373715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=202056558561373715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/202056558561373715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/202056558561373715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2007/07/another-congrats.html' title='Another Congrats'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-606960071338217400</id><published>2007-07-09T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T12:03:58.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost 3 months old, Married in 5 Days then off to Vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RpKAjmyIb4I/AAAAAAAAAGI/GIgje1vw1co/s1600-h/IMG_6352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RpKAjmyIb4I/AAAAAAAAAGI/GIgje1vw1co/s320/IMG_6352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085268278449303426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, a lot has happened in the last few weeks , and lots is happening in the next few weeks. Arianna is growing so fast, she's getting so long, she's about 25 inches now and probably 14 pounds. We will find out exact measurements at the doctors appointment on August 2nd.  Her hair is getting so much blonder and is starting to look like she is bald right on top, it's so cute. She is becoming more accustomed to sleeping through the night (knock on wood) and having scheduled nap/feeding times. In the morning when she wakes up we have about an hour cuddle in mommy and daddys bed. After she wakes up from there we head out to the living room for some play time with me and her and she just giggles and laughs for about 15 minutes. Then it's food time where she's eating about 6 oz. Then burping and changing, then bath time. Oh boy, does she love bath time!!!! but does she despise the after bath, once she's put in a nice warm towel she SCREAMS until her diaper is put back on and she's changed and cuddles with mom for 15 minutes. But after all that she's back to being her happy self.  Her night time usually consists of her feeding, playing in her chair and then off for the zzz's  between 8-10 and for 8 hours of full sleep. Which is absolutely WONDERFUL for mommy, then she wakes up between 4-6 for a feeding, and falls right back to sleep about 1/2 hour later until she wakes up at 8:00 8:30.  She rolled over a few weeks ago which I got on film for the first time, I was so excited. She also had a huge smile on her face after she made the big rollover. She's now starting to kick her way over from her back to her belly, but has not yet, she's trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RpKEgGyIb5I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/gVZa-EFDe0U/s1600-h/Arianna+June+19th+and+20th+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RpKEgGyIb5I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/gVZa-EFDe0U/s320/Arianna+June+19th+and+20th+075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085272616366272402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also, which no one will believe, but I promise you she can say mama. Well only when she cries, and we have witnesses, when she cries it's just this long maaaaaaaaa ma.  I promise it's true, I'll have to get it on video for everyone, it's the cutest most adorable thing you've ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I could keep going for days about my little precious, but I also have some more news. The Stagette is over and was a blast, thanks to my best friend Carleen,  she threw a wonderful party for me.  I am getting married this coming Saturday and am actually getting a little nervous. Not about marrying Michael cause I'm so excited, I'm just nervous about being a new bride and getting through all the vows without bawling my eyes out. For the wedding day it's just our immediate family and then a bbq afterwards to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;On August 9-12 Michael,Carleen, Chris and Myself are heading to Las Vegas for a joint honeymoon, which we're all pretty excited about, we will be staying at the wonderful Luxor where Chris Angel is shooting his third season, pretty fun.&lt;br /&gt;After the fun weekend in Vegas I will be attending my cousin Ryans Wedding on August 18th and then our Wedding Reception the week after.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so so excited for everything, and thanks in advance to Grandma and Nanny for watching little Ari, while we have our honeymoon.&lt;br /&gt;Love Ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RpKGfWyIb6I/AAAAAAAAAGY/aeY26hgU1Ss/s1600-h/Arianna+June+15th+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RpKGfWyIb6I/AAAAAAAAAGY/aeY26hgU1Ss/s320/Arianna+June+15th+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085274802504626082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's our little cutie making flirty eyes with Grandpa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-606960071338217400?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/606960071338217400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=606960071338217400' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/606960071338217400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/606960071338217400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2007/07/almost-3-months-old-married-in-5-days.html' title='Almost 3 months old, Married in 5 Days then off to Vegas'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RpKAjmyIb4I/AAAAAAAAAGI/GIgje1vw1co/s72-c/IMG_6352.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-7485479666472317784</id><published>2007-06-18T09:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T10:35:46.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ariannas 2 months and Getting Big</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rna4RW9cMJI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Tohg-AewwHE/s1600-h/DSC00230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rna4RW9cMJI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Tohg-AewwHE/s320/DSC00230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077448238267379858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our little girl is getting so big. Exactly - 11 pounds 110z, and 24 1/2 inches long. The doctor and nurse were both shocked with how long she was, so I guess she's going to be a tall girl, just like her Daddy. She of course is absolutely adorable and makes everyday of mine and Michaels life a lot more fulfilling. Her every little coo she makes and her smile just makes my heart melt. Her big blue eyes seem to get bigger day by day and definitely more alert.  She loves her Aunts, Uncle, Grandpa, Grandma and Nanny and Papa. I think she favors the men a little bit more because every time a man talks she gets her flirty little eyes and just looks at them all so intently and gets these HUGE grins on her face.&lt;br /&gt;Arianna has now been in her crib for about 2 1/2 weeks maybe three and is getting into a much better nap/bedtime routine. For the first few days it was really hard to get her to sleep by herself (seeing how we had her with us a lot) but she's now much more into the nice comfy bed. She now has a bath at about 8-9, then with a change of diaper and clothes she has her food and burps and heads upstairs to bed. She usually falls right asleep and will sleep until 3:30-5:00 in the morning, then wide awake for some more food.(hence the 11 pounds 110z) After food she will fall asleep on my chest and after 45 minutes of me passing out as well I'll bring her back upstairs until it's time to drive Michael to work, then back home she falls asleep or will play for a couple hours.&lt;br /&gt;We're in the process of moving now and planning our wedding. We're actually heading back to my parents place so we can save some money to buy our own home. And we are getting Married July 14th, with our immediate family. I'm very very excited and can't wait for everything. Also, my best friend is trying to get pregnant so I'm SUPER excited and love having someone around to talk baby stuff with.&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now, enjoy the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rna9Z29cMMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/3U-R8idQl6g/s1600-h/Arianna+-+golf+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rna9Z29cMMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/3U-R8idQl6g/s320/Arianna+-+golf+064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077453881854406850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rna82W9cMKI/AAAAAAAAAFw/MPALqpO8WLo/s1600-h/DSC00282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rna82W9cMKI/AAAAAAAAAFw/MPALqpO8WLo/s320/DSC00282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077453271969050786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-7485479666472317784?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/7485479666472317784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=7485479666472317784' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/7485479666472317784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/7485479666472317784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2007/06/ariannas-2-months-and-getting-big.html' title='Ariannas 2 months and Getting Big'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rna4RW9cMJI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Tohg-AewwHE/s72-c/DSC00230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-8660009917308747011</id><published>2007-06-07T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T13:57:17.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arianna .... not into the sleeping!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RmhxHG9cMII/AAAAAAAAAFg/Q9U7B8Qdb94/s1600-h/HAPPY+BIRTHDAY+Arianna+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RmhxHG9cMII/AAAAAAAAAFg/Q9U7B8Qdb94/s320/HAPPY+BIRTHDAY+Arianna+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073429347174199426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RmhwPm9cMGI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Rza1zTeNF2g/s1600-h/Arianna+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RmhwPm9cMGI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Rza1zTeNF2g/s320/Arianna+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073428393691459682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wuv you, I wuv you, I wuv you to bits or hush little baby, or even you are my sunshine my only sunshine. These wonderful little kid songs don't put her to sleep (and no it's not my voice) The only thing that will allow my child to sleep is mine or Michaels chest or our bed. I know some may say this is a bad habit, but I'm trying to break her of it. It's not that she wont try to sleep in her bed it's just 10 minutes later she is SCREAMING her head off and no matter how much I go in there cuddle with her and have her fall back asleep once she's off of my chest and in her bed she realizes, "wait this isn't mom or dad, this sucks get me out of there." so with that said today when it was nap time I put her upstairs in her crib, needless to say she hated that, so I cuddled her for a bit, and then put her in the bassinet beside our bed, after 15 minutes she woke up again, again cuddled her and I decided okay your gonna scream in your bed for 15 minutes and that's what I did, and boy was that hard, and after 15 minutes of crying you'd think she'd stop, nope, so took her out and cuddled again and put her back in, well after doing this for 1 hour she finally fell asleep from 11:00 - 11:30 - 30 Minutes sure not very long,but long enough, so I'm assuming for the next 2-3 weeks of me doing this every day she will start to get the swing of things. Or well at least I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. (yes this little story was a complete run on - no periods or anything, sorry about that. Too lazy to fix it either, lol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-8660009917308747011?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/8660009917308747011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=8660009917308747011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/8660009917308747011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/8660009917308747011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2007/06/arianna-not-into-sleeping.html' title='Arianna .... not into the sleeping!'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RmhxHG9cMII/AAAAAAAAAFg/Q9U7B8Qdb94/s72-c/HAPPY+BIRTHDAY+Arianna+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-6139800438808214851</id><published>2007-06-02T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T16:22:05.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day at the Driving Range</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RmH7QFRsOCI/AAAAAAAAAFI/cwcx6gdSwA4/s1600-h/Arianna+-+golf+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RmH7QFRsOCI/AAAAAAAAAFI/cwcx6gdSwA4/s320/Arianna+-+golf+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071610909108746274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RmH7F1RsOBI/AAAAAAAAAFA/E8Z3R1JsiWo/s1600-h/Arianna+-+golf+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RmH7F1RsOBI/AAAAAAAAAFA/E8Z3R1JsiWo/s320/Arianna+-+golf+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071610733015087122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RmH67lRsOAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/imgjQLKrZCQ/s1600-h/Arianna+-+golf+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RmH67lRsOAI/AAAAAAAAAE4/imgjQLKrZCQ/s320/Arianna+-+golf+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071610556921427970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RmH6x1RsN_I/AAAAAAAAAEw/AtsH_-O0rBA/s1600-h/Arianna+-+golf+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RmH6x1RsN_I/AAAAAAAAAEw/AtsH_-O0rBA/s320/Arianna+-+golf+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071610389417703410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RmH6lFRsN-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/r7yxu2S8-Ug/s1600-h/Arianna+-+golf+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RmH6lFRsN-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/r7yxu2S8-Ug/s320/Arianna+-+golf+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071610170374371298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RmH6ZlRsN9I/AAAAAAAAAEg/sKNoXlJ_llQ/s1600-h/Arianna+-+golf+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RmH6ZlRsN9I/AAAAAAAAAEg/sKNoXlJ_llQ/s320/Arianna+-+golf+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071609972805875666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 2nd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Michael, myself, Arianna and Marc went to the driving range.&lt;br /&gt;We all had fun and Arianna was quiet the whole time, well she let out a couple little peeps as we were leaving. I know crying baby doesn't really work for golfing, right? oh well...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I hit about 6 balls, and they didn't get too far, Marc and Michael both did well hitting them pretty far.&lt;br /&gt;I think Michael should be in the PGA but he has to work and can't afford to just golf and practice. So I think if we had the extra money for him not to work, HAHA he could just play golf and get into the big times and start making some good money, plus he's be doing something he loves and making $$$ right?&lt;br /&gt;Anywho that's it for now, enjoy the pics.&lt;br /&gt;Notice the awesome face of Arianna showing her love of golf... :) and my swing, just the picture alone looks pretty pathetics, lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-6139800438808214851?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/6139800438808214851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=6139800438808214851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/6139800438808214851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/6139800438808214851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2007/06/day-at-driving-range.html' title='Day at the Driving Range'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RmH7QFRsOCI/AAAAAAAAAFI/cwcx6gdSwA4/s72-c/Arianna+-+golf+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-6462122181601358178</id><published>2007-06-02T09:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T10:36:33.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RmGqiFRsN8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/T5K8L72RYI0/s1600-h/Arianna+182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RmGqiFRsN8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/T5K8L72RYI0/s320/Arianna+182.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071522157904541634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RmGqF1RsN7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/N0vQODMyeg4/s1600-h/Arianna+145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RmGqF1RsN7I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/N0vQODMyeg4/s320/Arianna+145.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071521672573237170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RmGe5FRsNzI/AAAAAAAAADM/FgVc3YXjmSw/s1600-h/Arianna+215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RmGe5FRsNzI/AAAAAAAAADM/FgVc3YXjmSw/s320/Arianna+215.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071509358901999410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Updates on the last few weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little girl seems to be growing up so fast (no really) every single day I look at her she constantly changes- from her weight and length to her facial movements. She's too cute for words.&lt;br /&gt;She is definitely a "Daddy's Girl"anytime Michael walks into a room her eyes directly goto him, she'll sit on his lap and watch the baseball game, (for at least 1-2 minutes, lol) if she is crying and he takes her she instantly stops; for the most part anyway.  She's also come down with  a bit of a cold that she caught from Michael so she's been a little fussy at night but not that bad I think it's mostly the hot hot heat, but overall she's really great.&lt;br /&gt;Our bedtime routine is getting to be a little bit more of a routine, she's in bed by 10:30 - 11:00 and sleeps till approx 3:30 - 5:30 , eats, burps and falls back asleep. The only difference right now with the cold and heat is that she's up from 3:30 till about 6, so not much time for Mommy to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago Ari and her cousin Ali went to the water park at the leisure center, Arianna sat in her car seat with her adorable bathing suit while Ali ran around the park getting wet and having fun, while Mommy, Auntie and Ari watcher her have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RmGlIlRsN1I/AAAAAAAAADg/W7UjZNg6cKU/s1600-h/ali+and+ari.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RmGlIlRsN1I/AAAAAAAAADg/W7UjZNg6cKU/s320/ali+and+ari.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071516222259738450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to visit Great Grandma Doris in White Rock last friday, and had lunch with Great Auntie Moe and Cousin Debbie. We went to a place called Kiki's which was really good and Ari did not make a peep through the whole lunch,&lt;br /&gt;she's just so perfect :) Auntie Moe got Ari the CUTEST rain jacket and boots, I can't wait till she can wear them. Doris also made her two beautiful sweater, a cute pink hat and mittens, there absolutely adorable.&lt;br /&gt;Also, Arianna and Mommy had a bath in the big tub which Ari just loved and had so much fun, and surprisingly enough  didn't mess in the tub and we were in there for about 10-15 minutes. She loves the bath, but hates getting out of it, even though we have her all bundled up in a towel once that cold air hits her she just screams.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I'll post a few more pictures, but that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RmGoo1RsN6I/AAAAAAAAAEI/95F4FF0B0uY/s1600-h/Arianna+238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RmGoo1RsN6I/AAAAAAAAAEI/95F4FF0B0uY/s320/Arianna+238.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071520074845403042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RmGl-lRsN2I/AAAAAAAAADo/A6vN49JEne8/s1600-h/Lunch+with+the+girls+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RmGl-lRsN2I/AAAAAAAAADo/A6vN49JEne8/s320/Lunch+with+the+girls+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071517149972674402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-6462122181601358178?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/6462122181601358178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=6462122181601358178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/6462122181601358178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/6462122181601358178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2007/06/time-flys.html' title='Time Flys'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RmGqiFRsN8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/T5K8L72RYI0/s72-c/Arianna+182.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-5735350040177724826</id><published>2007-05-15T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T10:35:33.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1 Month Birthday Arianna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RknujCe5GmI/AAAAAAAAAC0/G9scffxJh74/s1600-h/DSC00141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RknujCe5GmI/AAAAAAAAAC0/G9scffxJh74/s320/DSC00141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064841541684107874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RknuZye5GlI/AAAAAAAAACs/kWBhIfqCWgA/s1600-h/DSC00132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RknuZye5GlI/AAAAAAAAACs/kWBhIfqCWgA/s320/DSC00132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064841382770317906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I can't believe our little girl is already 1 month old. It feels like yesterday I was just in the hospital giving birth to her. She's changed so much to in that month, she's no longer jaundiced and now with formula has started to put &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rkns6Ce5GjI/AAAAAAAAACc/r7-eRJ_V00o/s1600-h/DSC00126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rkns6Ce5GjI/AAAAAAAAACc/r7-eRJ_V00o/s320/DSC00126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064839737797843506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RknsvSe5GiI/AAAAAAAAACU/9izzVFcI8R0/s1600-h/DSC00115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RknsvSe5GiI/AAAAAAAAACU/9izzVFcI8R0/s320/DSC00115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064839553114249762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RkntDCe5GkI/AAAAAAAAACk/of_kTP54a3A/s1600-h/DSC00089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RkntDCe5GkI/AAAAAAAAACk/of_kTP54a3A/s320/DSC00089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064839892416666178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;on weight, and I can't get over how long she is, she's going to be so tall. She really is the best thing that's happened to us, every time I look at her and watch all the fun little faces she makes or her frequency of stretches I'm in absolute awe of her. Michael is such an amazing Dad, he's doing such a good job, he loves to hold her (he's working on the diapers) although I don't mind cause it doesn't gross me out, makes him gag.&lt;br /&gt;Well, just wanted to say Happy Birthday and Post her pictures, so enjoy the cuteness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rknupie5GnI/AAAAAAAAAC8/VsJkIyf2mMM/s1600-h/DSC00142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rknupie5GnI/AAAAAAAAAC8/VsJkIyf2mMM/s320/DSC00142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064841653353257586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Bottom Picture) - both giving me the same face - STOP TAKING SO MANY PICTURES :) )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-5735350040177724826?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/5735350040177724826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=5735350040177724826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/5735350040177724826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/5735350040177724826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-1-month-birthday-arianna.html' title='Happy 1 Month Birthday Arianna'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RknujCe5GmI/AAAAAAAAAC0/G9scffxJh74/s72-c/DSC00141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-5386994764054876997</id><published>2007-05-10T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T09:50:43.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Smile a Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RkNNXie5GhI/AAAAAAAAACM/7HjOx-IVcVs/s1600-h/DSC00033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RkNNXie5GhI/AAAAAAAAACM/7HjOx-IVcVs/s320/DSC00033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062975472883276306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just had to post this picture - it really makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;I love it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-5386994764054876997?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/5386994764054876997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=5386994764054876997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/5386994764054876997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/5386994764054876997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2007/05/smile-day.html' title='A Smile a Day'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RkNNXie5GhI/AAAAAAAAACM/7HjOx-IVcVs/s72-c/DSC00033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-4562295963348707310</id><published>2007-05-07T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T13:28:55.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Weeks and 3 Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rj-L7Se5GfI/AAAAAAAAAB8/y9RaS5eKExw/s1600-h/DSC00019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rj-L7Se5GfI/AAAAAAAAAB8/y9RaS5eKExw/s320/DSC00019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061918356877679090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rj-LpCe5GeI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0DTwBVk4jzU/s1600-h/DSC00011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rj-LpCe5GeI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0DTwBVk4jzU/s320/DSC00011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061918043345066466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rj-HYie5GcI/AAAAAAAAABk/RV5x4wGzWNc/s1600-h/DSC00014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rj-HYie5GcI/AAAAAAAAABk/RV5x4wGzWNc/s320/DSC00014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061913361830713794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,  Arianna is growing and changing so fast. She is absolutely the picture of perfection. I love her so much. She's now 8 lbs 4 oz and 22 inches long, and since I am no longer able to breastfeed she is on the bottle and her jaundice has really cleared up. Things have changed so much in 3 weeks, she's starting to smile now, although we have to really make sure it's not gas, and she makes so so many different faces, one minute I think she looks exactly like Michael and the next (usually when she's crying) she looks like me. She's been rolling over since she was 1 day old, which makes it kind of awkward to get her changed without her feet and body flailing about, but that's okay cause those long legs have to go somewhere. She's now starting to not fit some of her clothes :( she's usually way to long but not wide enough so she looks like a football player - really narrow shoulders and big clothes.&lt;br /&gt;We're now starting to get into a bit of a routine, she sleeps really well at night (knock on wood) going to bed at 11ish - up at 12:-30 or 1:00 for a diaper change and back to bed and up at 3:30 till 4:30 for a change and food, then sleep till Michael gets up for work at 6-7 .&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, that's all for now, we're all doing well, and I'm getting excited 'cause I'm going to be going Wedding Dress shopping next weekend :) Ya&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-4562295963348707310?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/4562295963348707310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=4562295963348707310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/4562295963348707310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/4562295963348707310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2007/05/3-weeks-and-3-days.html' title='3 Weeks and 3 Days'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rj-L7Se5GfI/AAAAAAAAAB8/y9RaS5eKExw/s72-c/DSC00019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-8719634290591605181</id><published>2007-04-19T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T22:15:34.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arianna Cathleen - BIrth Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RiedA-u0raI/AAAAAAAAABc/c6Jgn_S8YNg/s1600-h/arianna+small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RiedA-u0raI/AAAAAAAAABc/c6Jgn_S8YNg/s320/arianna+small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055181746911620514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Arianna Cathleen - Born April 13th, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday morning I went to the hospital for a scheduled induction, which took place at 8:00am. After 1 hour the hospital sent me home to labour there for a little while, because I was only 80% Effaced and not yet dilated, so they thought that it wouldn't take affect until my second gel in six hours. Well, little did they know as soon as I got home I immediately went into active labour - (10:16am to be exact)  contractions every 2 minutes apart. Well, but 12:30 I was back at the hospital where they put me in a room with 3 other people who weren't even in labor and had to listen to me pant and breath until about 4:00, when I was put into an actual labor room.  At that time I was checked and 2-3cms dilated and fully effaced. After about an hour I was checked again and was now 4-5 cm.  So things seemed to be progressing steadily and didn't need the second gel because labor picked up so quickly. Now things started to progress and hurt even more so I took use of the WONDERFUL shower, where Michael made sure to have the spray on the lower of my back and I focused very hard on my breathing. After this contractions kept coming regularly and more strong, and I decided to use the Gas (which really really helped me). By 9:00pm I was 8 cm and was told I would definitely have the baby by 12:00pm. I thought 12, WHAT I want her now. At this time I was put on all fours to help progress the baby down, well did it ever, I also went right into transition, (definitely different from the other stages, cause I thought I was going to die)  Well I turned around on my back again and found I was fully dilated and ready to have the baby, and with 30 minutes of pushing I had our little angel at 9:35pm. Yes I didn't have to wait till 12.&lt;br /&gt;With all the pain you go through, it's totally worth it in the end, you don't remember the pain and the feeling when they put your child on your chest is the most amazing feeling in the whole world, then when you look them in their eyes and see what you've made, it really makes your heart melt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone there to help me was amazing and it was so appreciated, even with my little outbursts (no swearing) just saying I KNOW, and then apologizing for the little snaps I made.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-8719634290591605181?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/8719634290591605181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=8719634290591605181' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/8719634290591605181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/8719634290591605181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2007/04/arianna-cathleen-birth-story.html' title='Arianna Cathleen - BIrth Story'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RiedA-u0raI/AAAAAAAAABc/c6Jgn_S8YNg/s72-c/arianna+small.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-8418361979579697762</id><published>2007-04-12T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T10:33:07.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, It's ACTUALLY baby time...tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rh5rnUZE7zI/AAAAAAAAABU/rUqe3YUdaVc/s1600-h/eek.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rh5rnUZE7zI/AAAAAAAAABU/rUqe3YUdaVc/s320/eek.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052594155189235506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so everything is officially ready to start rolling, tomorrow. I'm set up for an induction at 7:30am and the side picture is an example of what I'm expecting to look like tomorrow. I know, eek.  I'm very nervous and excited all at the same time - because it's happening tomorrow, TOMORROW. Ya. that means baby tomorrow. Anyways I'll post pictures and fun stuff sometime after everything happens and were back at home and all settled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-8418361979579697762?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/8418361979579697762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=8418361979579697762' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/8418361979579697762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/8418361979579697762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-its-actually-baby-timetomorrow.html' title='So, It&apos;s ACTUALLY baby time...tomorrow'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/Rh5rnUZE7zI/AAAAAAAAABU/rUqe3YUdaVc/s72-c/eek.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1699819448970460040.post-974454736505680677</id><published>2007-04-10T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T16:07:04.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RhvN1UZE7yI/AAAAAAAAABM/RBfESGIM5MY/s1600-h/April+6th+0151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RhvN1UZE7yI/AAAAAAAAABM/RBfESGIM5MY/s320/April+6th+0151.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051857722916794146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well, Today is officially the Big Day.&lt;br /&gt;I'm now heading in to become induced, and am "officially" freaked out. I've spent the last 9 months pregnant, a lot of stress and a lot of time being sick and am excited to see what our new baby is going to look like. I'm hoping because the baby is SO low it's going to make labor a bit easier - but since I went and said that I've obviously just jinxed myself :)&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, next post I will be telling you about baby.&lt;br /&gt;See you all soon, wish me luck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1699819448970460040-974454736505680677?l=newfamily07.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/feeds/974454736505680677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1699819448970460040&amp;postID=974454736505680677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/974454736505680677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1699819448970460040/posts/default/974454736505680677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newfamily07.blogspot.com/2007/04/baby-time.html' title='Baby Time'/><author><name>Sara, Michael and Arianna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06102314661919458988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_scJ2IJn2_Vc/RhvN1UZE7yI/AAAAAAAAABM/RBfESGIM5MY/s72-c/April+6th+0151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
