<?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-3365378107697006786</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:32:03.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Diapers &amp; Bottles &amp; Babies - Oh My!</title><subtitle type='html'>Tales of life with our precious little girl</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525431461344551944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/TP7xTKwKu-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/eCNzSeYnkjA/S220/IMG_8452.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365378107697006786.post-1690783466442989307</id><published>2009-02-09T16:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:06:22.221-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So busy!</title><content type='html'>So work is going pretty well! It's been a big adjustment for all three of us, but we've managed to make it through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like my job &amp; the people I work with. There's a lot to learn, but hopefully I can do it! :) I think I'll like my job once I get the hang of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma has done great at daycare. She cried when we dropped her off the first week, but settled down quickly &amp; was always happily playing when we picked her up. Last week she didn't even fuss when we put her down. She really likes it &amp; they said she really made herself at home last week - going all around the room, playing with the other kids, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we leave for our trip to Colorado. We've been busily packing, doing laundry, &amp; cleaning! Packing &amp; laundry are now mostly done &amp; I just need to dust &amp; finish vacuuming downstairs - upstairs is totally done! So progress is being made &amp; now I'm starting to get excited about the trip! It's hard work packing for a baby, let me tell you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll try to update some this week (we have wifi at our rental house), but if not, I'm sure there will be bunches of pictures when we get back! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooooh, I forgot to mention - in Frisco, CO (where we are staying), the highs all week are in the 20s and there is snow in the forecast EVERY DAY. If we go on this trip &amp; I don't see snow falling, I will NOT be a happy camper! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365378107697006786-1690783466442989307?l=diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/feeds/1690783466442989307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365378107697006786&amp;postID=1690783466442989307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/1690783466442989307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/1690783466442989307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-busy.html' title='So busy!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525431461344551944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/TP7xTKwKu-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/eCNzSeYnkjA/S220/IMG_8452.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365378107697006786.post-676722948105333853</id><published>2009-01-25T16:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T16:44:46.064-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting ready</title><content type='html'>It's official, I start my new job &amp; Emma starts her new daycare TOMORROW. I honestly can't believe it's all happened so fast! Seriously, it has taken less than a week, start to finish. It is definitely a God thing, it wouldn't have worked out this well any other way! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm busily trying to get everything set out for tomorrow. All of Emma's stuff that can be is set out (diapers, wipes, bibs, change of clothes, spoons, sippy cup, puffs, cheerios). I've already written out the labels for her bottles, so in the morning I just have to make the bottles, stick the label on &amp; put the bottles &amp; her baby food jars in a cooler with a cold pack. Her clothes for the morning are already laid out too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what I'm wearing, but my pants are in the washer, so that will be last minute. I guess I could go ahead &amp; lay out the rest of my clothes... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can tell, I'm trying to physically prepare for tomorrow, but honestly, I'm a nervous wreck. I'm not so nervous about the job itself - I already know all the people I will be working with &amp; I know it will take awhile for me to get trained, so work-wise, tomorrow should be totally fine. Plus, I've already told David I've decided he's taking me out to lunch tomorrow, so that's good ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really just nervous about leaving Emma for so long. She's never been away from both of us for that long (going on 10 hours, although probably a little less). She stays in the nursery at church for about 3 hours every Sunday &amp; she always does great. Mostly, I just worried about naps. Emma is a horrible napper &amp; there are only a few ways I can get her to sleep: driving her around in the car, holding her &amp; rocking her quickly while patting her back, occasionally by feeding her a bottle, &amp; by letting her cry it out in her crib :(. I know they are busy &amp; have other things they have to take care of rather than hold Emma while she sleeps, so I'm not sure what they'll work out. I'm sure it will take them time to get her on a good napping schedule. I just feel bad for Emma &amp; her teachers - it's going to be hard for awhile. And it's not like not napping is an option. She gets so grouchy when she's overtired. They did say we could come visit her whenever we want, but I think we'll try to stay away tomorrow because I'm afraid as soon as she sees us, she'll want to go with us &amp; it will be way worse. I guess if she needs us, they will call. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it will go fine &amp; we'll all work through the changes. I know God is in control. We can just use all the extra prayers we can get this week. I guess I'm just ready for this week to be over already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365378107697006786-676722948105333853?l=diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/feeds/676722948105333853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365378107697006786&amp;postID=676722948105333853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/676722948105333853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/676722948105333853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/2009/01/getting-ready.html' title='Getting ready'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525431461344551944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/TP7xTKwKu-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/eCNzSeYnkjA/S220/IMG_8452.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365378107697006786.post-5890071573206573981</id><published>2009-01-22T18:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T18:44:14.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of changes</title><content type='html'>This week has been a whirlwind - no, really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should start with what happened last week. Monday I got a call that I didn't get the job at Lockheed. I was discouraged, but I tried to focus on God's plan is bigger than our's. Tuesday, David's car broke down on the way to work. It overheated &amp; he had to be picked up by a co-worker &amp; have his car towed to a friend from church's auto shop. We were afraid his car was toast. Friday, our next door neighbor's house was flooded &amp; we didn't know why. Then our kitchen floor started having a little water come up through the cracks. We were worried that the water problem was our fault (like a pipe burst or something). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the week, we found out that David's car could be fixed &amp; fairly cheaply (yay!). Also, our neighbor's water heater was messed up which caused his house to flood (I still feel bad for him, but better that it wasn't our fault). Our floor should be covered by his insurance, but if not, it should be fairly cheap to replace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this week happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday is normal, David was home. No big deal. Tuesday night (seriously, 8pm), I get an email from his boss offering me a job &amp; saying they wanted me to start as soon a possible. Monday, preferably! Excitement, panic. I accept the job &amp; Wednesday we decide I will start on Monday. David calls a daycare we had initially thought about in Conyers (where we will work). They get us in for a tour Thursday (today!) Daycare tour is great, it is wonderful &amp; we love it. Emma even seems to like her class. Although the class is full, they can go ahead &amp; move one kid up to the next class (14 mos &amp; up) &amp; Emma can start MONDAY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically I start work on Monday &amp; Emma starts daycare on Monday. Next week is going to be hard on us (I've already started crying about it), but I can see God's hand all over it. Please remember us in your prayers next week (&amp; now too, please!), we're going to need it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365378107697006786-5890071573206573981?l=diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/feeds/5890071573206573981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365378107697006786&amp;postID=5890071573206573981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/5890071573206573981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/5890071573206573981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/2009/01/lots-of-changes.html' title='Lots of changes'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525431461344551944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/TP7xTKwKu-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/eCNzSeYnkjA/S220/IMG_8452.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365378107697006786.post-4860092483191680944</id><published>2009-01-15T10:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T10:28:02.064-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 months old!</title><content type='html'>As of Monday, Emma is 10 months old! This has honestly been the fastest 10 months of my life - WAY too fast! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She crawls very fast away from us - I say that she's "running." When she knows she shouldn't be going some place, she just goes faster! She makes a run for it &amp; we have to chase her down the hallway before she gets into something she shouldn't. It is fun that she can go so far now though. This morning, I followed her to the kitchen &amp; she played with her barn animal magnets while I made her bottle &amp; fixed my cereal. It saves my back a little, as she is now over 20 pounds. I keep telling her she needs to learn to walk because Mommy can't hold her forever (although, I sometimes wish I could!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SW9TYQgu3GI/AAAAAAAAATA/NkmnzI2E18Y/s1600-h/IMG_4376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SW9TYQgu3GI/AAAAAAAAATA/NkmnzI2E18Y/s320/IMG_4376.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291539763397844066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has stood up completely on her own a couple times, but she is still mostly pulling up on things. She can "let go" for longer &amp; longer now. I honestly believe if she wasn't so easily distracted, she would be able to stand on her own for a lot longer, but she always wants to get a toy or crawl somewhere. She definitely doesn't really understand walking yet, so hasn't really tried on her own - crawling is just so much faster! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SW9TYri8CJI/AAAAAAAAATI/WmRNXG7nqAk/s1600-h/IMG_4346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SW9TYri8CJI/AAAAAAAAATI/WmRNXG7nqAk/s320/IMG_4346.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291539770654853266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still chews on everything; in fact, she just took her shoe off &amp; it's in her mouth (yuck!) I think she's working on another tooth (she has 4 so far - 2 bottom, 2 top) because she's been fussy the past couple days &amp; has been drooling a lot more. Let's hope it comes through soon, I want my happy, smiley baby back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SW9TZIbl9rI/AAAAAAAAATQ/nLsIdyvpIA0/s1600-h/IMG_4343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SW9TZIbl9rI/AAAAAAAAATQ/nLsIdyvpIA0/s320/IMG_4343.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291539778408674994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is being so cute. She's liking books more (thank goodness!) so she'll actually sit nicely long enough for me to read a couple board books at a time to her. She does keep trying to close the books though. Slow progress. What she loves right now is she has a big plastic spoon (in one of the pictures) from her kitchen that she loves to chew on. One day, I put the spoon up to my mouth &amp; made sipping noises &amp; she just smiled. She kept putting the spoon back to my mouth &amp; I'd make the sounds for her again. We also play this with her bottle once she's done eating. She loves it &amp; likes to share her "food" with Mommy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SW9TZRfiXrI/AAAAAAAAATY/aElsTQhVY-I/s1600-h/IMG_4044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SW9TZRfiXrI/AAAAAAAAATY/aElsTQhVY-I/s320/IMG_4044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291539780841135794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She LOVES eating her solids. I could seriously feed her cheerios &amp; puffs constantly throughout the day &amp; she'd keep eating them. She loves yogurt &amp; cheese. I've given her white rice. Last night, for the first time, she had ice cream! We got oreo McFlurries from McDonald's last night (I know, bad for my diet), &amp; she just really wanted to get mine. So I gave her little bits of just the ice cream part (although, there were probably a few crumbs mixed in - bad mom). So not only did I break my no chocolate until 1 year rule (well, Oreos), I gave the kid ice cream. And she LOVED it. She tapped my arm, wanting more &amp; more. She is definitely our child :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SW9TZo8BkjI/AAAAAAAAATg/ep5-xHMNuUo/s1600-h/IMG_4397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SW9TZo8BkjI/AAAAAAAAATg/ep5-xHMNuUo/s320/IMG_4397.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291539787134636594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has been the biggest blessing &amp; I'm so thankful God gave her to us. I guess I'm going to have to start thinking about a 1st birthday party pretty soon! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365378107697006786-4860092483191680944?l=diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/feeds/4860092483191680944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365378107697006786&amp;postID=4860092483191680944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/4860092483191680944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/4860092483191680944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/2009/01/10-months-old.html' title='10 months old!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525431461344551944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/TP7xTKwKu-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/eCNzSeYnkjA/S220/IMG_8452.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SW9TYQgu3GI/AAAAAAAAATA/NkmnzI2E18Y/s72-c/IMG_4376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365378107697006786.post-4116988674165145221</id><published>2009-01-11T16:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T16:15:00.392-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, It's cold outside!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWphVOay7EI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Lbf-ksUiOAQ/s1600-h/photo-700394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWphVOay7EI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Lbf-ksUiOAQ/s320/photo-700394.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290147729575701570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365378107697006786-4116988674165145221?l=diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/feeds/4116988674165145221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365378107697006786&amp;postID=4116988674165145221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/4116988674165145221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/4116988674165145221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby-its-cold-outside.html' title='Baby, It&apos;s cold outside!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525431461344551944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/TP7xTKwKu-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/eCNzSeYnkjA/S220/IMG_8452.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWphVOay7EI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Lbf-ksUiOAQ/s72-c/photo-700394.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365378107697006786.post-1592821272565748451</id><published>2009-01-11T15:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T15:23:50.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My cutie</title><content type='html'>The other evening, I was feeding Emma dinner. For dinner I usually do 2 half jars of baby food (usually a fruit &amp; a veggie and/or meat). Then I give her fingerfoods: cheerios, puffs, yogurt melts, the occasional shredded cheese, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the middle of giving her some puffs &amp; she was feeding them to herself. After she had eaten a few, I put one down for her &amp; pointed to it, her hand, &amp; my own mouth, trying to tell her to feed me. She tried once, close. She tried again, even closer. Third time, she got that puff in my mouth! I was shocked she could do it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to get her to do it again, but no such luck. But seriously, it was the sweetest thing ever &amp; Emma thought she was so cool for feeding Mommy! I just LOVE her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365378107697006786-1592821272565748451?l=diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/feeds/1592821272565748451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365378107697006786&amp;postID=1592821272565748451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/1592821272565748451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/1592821272565748451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-cutie.html' title='My cutie'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525431461344551944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/TP7xTKwKu-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/eCNzSeYnkjA/S220/IMG_8452.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365378107697006786.post-3498657902781158627</id><published>2009-01-10T12:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T17:17:49.932-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Visiting with David's family!</title><content type='html'>The weekend following Christmas, David had some family come in from out of town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLxWJNAwVI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/_nGMIOGJPtQ/s1600-h/IMG_4240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLxWJNAwVI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/_nGMIOGJPtQ/s320/IMG_4240.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288054275216294226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLxVqmJ7SI/AAAAAAAAAQw/s-EzIZRIPc4/s1600-h/IMG_4237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLxVqmJ7SI/AAAAAAAAAQw/s-EzIZRIPc4/s320/IMG_4237.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288054267000253730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Indiana, David's Uncle John, Aunt Debbie, along with cousins Jenny, Steve, Anna, Anthony, Elizabeth, &amp; Andrew, his cousin Mark, Mark's wife Erin, &amp; kids Hannah &amp; Sam. Mike &amp; Shelly were also there (although they just came from Roswell!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLxXEtixvI/AAAAAAAAARQ/D2Xv6BGJIW8/s1600-h/IMG_4279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLxXEtixvI/AAAAAAAAARQ/D2Xv6BGJIW8/s320/IMG_4279.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288054291190433522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLxWuXsYMI/AAAAAAAAARI/uOWxeGMoAE4/s1600-h/IMG_4254.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLxWuXsYMI/AAAAAAAAARI/uOWxeGMoAE4/s320/IMG_4254.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288054285193208002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLxWS_FyoI/AAAAAAAAARA/qS5x3UwlH1Y/s1600-h/IMG_4249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLxWS_FyoI/AAAAAAAAARA/qS5x3UwlH1Y/s320/IMG_4249.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288054277842258562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Valdosta (I *think* that's right) came David's Uncle Don, Aunt Anna, &amp; cousin Hadley. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLy-KyZROI/AAAAAAAAARY/AEqURkVFYF0/s1600-h/IMG_4288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLy-KyZROI/AAAAAAAAARY/AEqURkVFYF0/s320/IMG_4288.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288056062347920610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also there were us (duh!), David's parents &amp; sisters Sharon &amp; Susan, &amp; David's brother Brent, sister-in-law Leslie, &amp; our two sweet nephews William &amp; Thompson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLy_T7AEhI/AAAAAAAAAR4/wu-P6016ciQ/s1600-h/IMG_4319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLy_T7AEhI/AAAAAAAAAR4/wu-P6016ciQ/s320/IMG_4319.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288056081979806226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLy-xudcfI/AAAAAAAAARw/To29zBNIE34/s1600-h/IMG_4308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLy-xudcfI/AAAAAAAAARw/To29zBNIE34/s320/IMG_4308.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288056072800399858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ate lots of yummy food, played games, watched the babies play (3 under a year - Thompson 10 months, Emma 9 months, Sam 5 months), watched movies, &amp; did lots of catching up! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLy-vCmXbI/AAAAAAAAARo/-yDUaeYKiGE/s1600-h/IMG_4305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLy-vCmXbI/AAAAAAAAARo/-yDUaeYKiGE/s320/IMG_4305.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288056072079564210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLy-cw7QuI/AAAAAAAAARg/PeoJdyyj2sA/s1600-h/IMG_4301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLy-cw7QuI/AAAAAAAAARg/PeoJdyyj2sA/s320/IMG_4301.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288056067173597922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really enjoyed getting to spend time with them &amp; were very sad they had to all leave so soon, but unfortunately everyone had to get back to work. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365378107697006786-3498657902781158627?l=diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/feeds/3498657902781158627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365378107697006786&amp;postID=3498657902781158627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/3498657902781158627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/3498657902781158627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/2009/01/visiting-with-davids-family.html' title='Visiting with David&apos;s family!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525431461344551944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/TP7xTKwKu-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/eCNzSeYnkjA/S220/IMG_8452.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLxWJNAwVI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/_nGMIOGJPtQ/s72-c/IMG_4240.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365378107697006786.post-5731680937150588471</id><published>2009-01-09T16:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T16:44:18.571-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWfFMuz2jmI/AAAAAAAAASE/5Y-lRniHRWw/s1600-h/photo-758574.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWfFMuz2jmI/AAAAAAAAASE/5Y-lRniHRWw/s320/photo-758574.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289413109884554850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It&amp;#39;s so nice today, at least compared to the rainy yucky days we&amp;#39;ve  &lt;br&gt;seen this week. Emma &amp;amp; I played around the house for awhile &amp;amp; I tried  &lt;br&gt;to vacuum &amp;amp; mop.&lt;p&gt;She started getting a little fussy (bored, maybe), so we took  &lt;br&gt;advantage of the beautiful weather &amp;amp; went for a walk around our  &lt;br&gt;neighbor. We walked around once, passing the playground &amp;amp; noticing  &lt;br&gt;they have a couple baby swings. So next time we went by, we stopped &amp;amp;  &lt;br&gt;Emma got in the swing for awhile. She liked it! Before we left, I  &lt;br&gt;helped her down the slide a few times, but she&amp;#39;s not too sure about  &lt;br&gt;that just yet. We walked around the neighborhood once more &amp;amp; Emma took  &lt;br&gt;a power nap. It ended up being a fun afternoon.&lt;p&gt;Now if I can just finish my cleaning, I&amp;#39;ll be a happy girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365378107697006786-5731680937150588471?l=diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/feeds/5731680937150588471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365378107697006786&amp;postID=5731680937150588471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/5731680937150588471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/5731680937150588471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/2009/01/nice-day.html' title='Nice day!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525431461344551944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/TP7xTKwKu-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/eCNzSeYnkjA/S220/IMG_8452.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWfFMuz2jmI/AAAAAAAAASE/5Y-lRniHRWw/s72-c/photo-758574.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365378107697006786.post-1067122508177037837</id><published>2009-01-09T12:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T13:34:52.968-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day - Afternoon/Evening</title><content type='html'>Ok, this is the last installment of Christmas. At least official Christmas. I promise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Perry, Aunt Barbara, Kristin, Clint, Maddy, Derek, &amp; David all headed over to my parents' on Christmas afternoon. We enjoyed a delicious lunch of lasagna, salad, &amp; bread. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLu3DkzorI/AAAAAAAAAQI/JL_XKcK46as/s1600-h/IMG_4226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLu3DkzorI/AAAAAAAAAQI/JL_XKcK46as/s320/IMG_4226.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288051542106284722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLu3RDQpSI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/oEJueIIyk0w/s1600-h/IMG_4227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLu3RDQpSI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/oEJueIIyk0w/s320/IMG_4227.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288051545723675938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was gift time! We drew names this year, so that made it easier on all of us. David got a new skillet with lid for spaghetti sauce, etc (we needed it!) &amp; I got a cute button up shirt that I can wear to work/church &amp; cute socks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLu4MUSMjI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Uckg5vnOfGQ/s1600-h/IMG_4233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLu4MUSMjI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Uckg5vnOfGQ/s320/IMG_4233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288051561632772658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLu3-Aw44I/AAAAAAAAAQg/xDejBaeQo7Y/s1600-h/IMG_4232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLu3-Aw44I/AAAAAAAAAQg/xDejBaeQo7Y/s320/IMG_4232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288051557792801666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLu3v89W1I/AAAAAAAAAQY/GJXfQtTJm6I/s1600-h/IMG_4228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLu3v89W1I/AAAAAAAAAQY/GJXfQtTJm6I/s320/IMG_4228.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288051554018745170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma got LOTS of stuff! Clothes, toys, books, etc. Then she got really tired again &amp; took another nap on Mommy (that's why there aren't more pictures!) About the time Emma went to sleep, Maddy woke up, so I didn't get any pictures of Maddy :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After everyone went home, we headed over to my Uncle Eric's house to visit with the Hughes for awhile. I was pooped, so I forgot to take any pictures :( We had a really nice time getting to see my aunts, uncles, &amp; cousins &amp; we enjoyed lots of yummy food! Emma got some fun gifts too! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we came home &amp; crashed! We went to Blockbuster (they are open on Christmas - who knew!) &amp; watched a movie (unfortunately, I forget which one). We started laundry &amp; sorting piles of stuff. Then I unboxed all of Emma's new toys &amp; put a few things together. Unfortunately the wiping down of all her new things didn't end until about a week later, ugh! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365378107697006786-1067122508177037837?l=diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/feeds/1067122508177037837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365378107697006786&amp;postID=1067122508177037837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/1067122508177037837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/1067122508177037837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-day-afternoonevening.html' title='Christmas Day - Afternoon/Evening'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525431461344551944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/TP7xTKwKu-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/eCNzSeYnkjA/S220/IMG_8452.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLu3DkzorI/AAAAAAAAAQI/JL_XKcK46as/s72-c/IMG_4226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365378107697006786.post-2344874804793341401</id><published>2009-01-08T12:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T14:41:17.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day - Morning at Hughes'</title><content type='html'>After we opened presents from Santa, we headed over to Nanny &amp; Papa's for breakfast &amp; to open gifts with them &amp; Uncle Cory. Nene &amp; Amber both joined us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLq-0Z-wPI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Q0qK0DrErhM/s1600-h/IMG_4181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLq-0Z-wPI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Q0qK0DrErhM/s320/IMG_4181.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288047277426786546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLq-hFyilI/AAAAAAAAAO4/W6MDgitDaX4/s1600-h/IMG_4180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLq-hFyilI/AAAAAAAAAO4/W6MDgitDaX4/s320/IMG_4180.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288047272241826386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLq_Xw2wJI/AAAAAAAAAPI/R-YM8TMHNy0/s1600-h/IMG_4189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLq_Xw2wJI/AAAAAAAAAPI/R-YM8TMHNy0/s320/IMG_4189.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288047286917972114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our delicious breakfast of biscuits, eggs, hashbrowns, &amp; bacon, we dug into the gifts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLrAJSJxOI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Eqnm7dbTIBA/s1600-h/IMG_4201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLrAJSJxOI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Eqnm7dbTIBA/s320/IMG_4201.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288047300210967778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLq_xK0pTI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/OF-JbzPnW-4/s1600-h/IMG_4198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLq_xK0pTI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/OF-JbzPnW-4/s320/IMG_4198.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288047293737772338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma got lots of toys, clothes, &amp; books. She's one spoiled chick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLs3TDH5TI/AAAAAAAAAPw/HLU35PGyqY8/s1600-h/IMG_4213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLs3TDH5TI/AAAAAAAAAPw/HLU35PGyqY8/s320/IMG_4213.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288049347236717874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLs3GpkIRI/AAAAAAAAAPo/EjEvlavL2Po/s1600-h/IMG_4212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLs3GpkIRI/AAAAAAAAAPo/EjEvlavL2Po/s320/IMG_4212.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288049343908290834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLs2-6ikYI/AAAAAAAAAPg/cQP3xVZHTMU/s1600-h/IMG_4206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLs2-6ikYI/AAAAAAAAAPg/cQP3xVZHTMU/s320/IMG_4206.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288049341832008066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David got clothes &amp; a fancy hair trimmer set, as well as money &amp; an AMC giftcard. I got clothes (my fav), money, Target giftcard, etc. Ok, so really we are all spoiled. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLs4CIt46I/AAAAAAAAAQA/VxWkLt8svac/s1600-h/IMG_4222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLs4CIt46I/AAAAAAAAAQA/VxWkLt8svac/s320/IMG_4222.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288049359876645794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLs3-9zF0I/AAAAAAAAAP4/m3BFlJfq6-o/s1600-h/IMG_4219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLs3-9zF0I/AAAAAAAAAP4/m3BFlJfq6-o/s320/IMG_4219.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288049359025542978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanny, Papa, Uncle Cory, Amber, &amp; Nene didn't do too bad themselves! Emma finally had it &amp; took a nap. We then waited on the Ganns (&amp; Owens, to be fair) to arrive for more Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/3365378107697006786-2344874804793341401?l=diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/feeds/2344874804793341401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365378107697006786&amp;postID=2344874804793341401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/2344874804793341401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/2344874804793341401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-day-morning-at-hughes.html' title='Christmas Day - Morning at Hughes&apos;'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525431461344551944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/TP7xTKwKu-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/eCNzSeYnkjA/S220/IMG_8452.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLq-0Z-wPI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Q0qK0DrErhM/s72-c/IMG_4181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365378107697006786.post-603792518526621001</id><published>2009-01-07T12:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T14:01:59.620-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day - Santa (morning)</title><content type='html'>Santa was very good to Emma this year! Here's all of her presents before she got into them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLoXn5_P6I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/A6arzoJScrs/s1600-h/IMG_4147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLoXn5_P6I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/A6arzoJScrs/s320/IMG_4147.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288044405033222050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got lots from Santa: lots of clothes, several books, stacking cups, a couple Veggie Tales DVDs, a Cabbage Patch Doll who's name is Emma Rose &amp; shares her same birthday (Mommy got one for her first Christmas too!), &amp; her big present was the Laugh &amp; Learn Kitchen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLoZljRZjI/AAAAAAAAAOw/DtumDh3Vzwk/s1600-h/IMG_4175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLoZljRZjI/AAAAAAAAAOw/DtumDh3Vzwk/s320/IMG_4175.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288044438760810034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLoZAgeQMI/AAAAAAAAAOo/mFmlZBCaw20/s1600-h/IMG_4166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLoZAgeQMI/AAAAAAAAAOo/mFmlZBCaw20/s320/IMG_4166.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288044428816957634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLoYiggJyI/AAAAAAAAAOg/eoss8Y9Ie8s/s1600-h/IMG_4159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLoYiggJyI/AAAAAAAAAOg/eoss8Y9Ie8s/s320/IMG_4159.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288044420764018466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLoYGbCgFI/AAAAAAAAAOY/oqUUOo2k0XA/s1600-h/IMG_4153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLoYGbCgFI/AAAAAAAAAOY/oqUUOo2k0XA/s320/IMG_4153.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288044413224910930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, everything was a hit! Unfortunately, she wasn't too interested in helping unwrap anything. Maybe next year! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365378107697006786-603792518526621001?l=diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/feeds/603792518526621001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365378107697006786&amp;postID=603792518526621001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/603792518526621001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/603792518526621001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-day-santa-morning.html' title='Christmas Day - Santa (morning)'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525431461344551944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/TP7xTKwKu-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/eCNzSeYnkjA/S220/IMG_8452.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLoXn5_P6I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/A6arzoJScrs/s72-c/IMG_4147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365378107697006786.post-6744989261331154201</id><published>2009-01-06T13:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T18:12:59.344-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>On Christmas Eve, we stayed at home during the day &amp; then met David's parents for a quick dinner at Subway before heading to the service at church. The service was very nice &amp; definitely helped us remember what CHRISTmas is all about. Christ with us. My dad's cousin &amp; her daughter-in-law &amp; granddaughter were all there, so it was nice to get to see them again too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we headed over to Mrs Casto's house (Aunt Barbara's mom) for snacks, singing Christmas carols, &amp; then the reading of the Christmas story &amp; of Santa Claus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLk0U9EGiI/AAAAAAAAAN4/2zh2DsIWvr8/s1600-h/IMG_4119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLk0U9EGiI/AAAAAAAAAN4/2zh2DsIWvr8/s320/IMG_4119.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288040500115544610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLkz_wRDwI/AAAAAAAAANw/DeG-GvKdkIQ/s1600-h/IMG_4114_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLkz_wRDwI/AAAAAAAAANw/DeG-GvKdkIQ/s320/IMG_4114_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288040494424723202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLkzjcWdzI/AAAAAAAAANo/z_xEyf4kWvI/s1600-h/IMG_4105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLkzjcWdzI/AAAAAAAAANo/z_xEyf4kWvI/s320/IMG_4105.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288040486824998706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLkzfSwQhI/AAAAAAAAANg/Hwdg4BMJgNg/s1600-h/IMG_4101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLkzfSwQhI/AAAAAAAAANg/Hwdg4BMJgNg/s320/IMG_4101.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288040485711004178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLkybUmXnI/AAAAAAAAANY/ve_pJs8dADo/s1600-h/IMG_4099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLkybUmXnI/AAAAAAAAANY/ve_pJs8dADo/s320/IMG_4099.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288040467465133682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really enjoyed getting to see everyone &amp; enjoyed introducing Emma to singing Christmas carols. She entertained everyone by bouncing on my lap &amp; growling, so her Papa took her &amp; made her calm down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLlrIsRt1I/AAAAAAAAAOA/UoPO9qoMybE/s1600-h/IMG_4134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLlrIsRt1I/AAAAAAAAAOA/UoPO9qoMybE/s320/IMG_4134.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288041441716713298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLlrsnqHQI/AAAAAAAAAOI/tX6qycISKrM/s1600-h/IMG_4146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLlrsnqHQI/AAAAAAAAAOI/tX6qycISKrM/s320/IMG_4146.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288041451361017090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good time was definitely had by all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed home &amp; went to bed - we had to get ready for Santa to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365378107697006786-6744989261331154201?l=diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/feeds/6744989261331154201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365378107697006786&amp;postID=6744989261331154201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/6744989261331154201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/6744989261331154201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525431461344551944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/TP7xTKwKu-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/eCNzSeYnkjA/S220/IMG_8452.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLk0U9EGiI/AAAAAAAAAN4/2zh2DsIWvr8/s72-c/IMG_4119.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365378107697006786.post-2985175482162634879</id><published>2009-01-05T23:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T23:49:34.479-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas - Sunday</title><content type='html'>Sunday before Christmas, my dad's extended family was over at my parents' house for their Christmas lunch. We didn't have our Christmas party last year, so this year we had a HUGE turnout. Needless to say, once everyone arrived, I was really too overwhelmed to take any pictures, but here's a few before the party really got going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Aunt Nancy &amp; cousin Jared. This is actually the first time Jared met Emma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLh-s7d9EI/AAAAAAAAANA/8Jg-CoF7QAo/s1600-h/IMG_4090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLh-s7d9EI/AAAAAAAAANA/8Jg-CoF7QAo/s320/IMG_4090.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288037379815109698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My (baby) brother &amp; his crazy girlfriend Amber :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLh-3IiWwI/AAAAAAAAANI/YJ1PkiSUypA/s1600-h/IMG_4094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLh-3IiWwI/AAAAAAAAANI/YJ1PkiSUypA/s320/IMG_4094.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288037382554278658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweetie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLh_funqmI/AAAAAAAAANQ/mLb9bXkPW_g/s1600-h/IMG_4096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLh_funqmI/AAAAAAAAANQ/mLb9bXkPW_g/s320/IMG_4096.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288037393451428450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were 50+ people at the party &amp; it was great to get to see everyone! We ate too much food, received lots of hugs, &amp; Emma got to meet many of her Great Aunts &amp; Uncles, along with her distant cousins. Of course, she was the star of the show :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will skip over Monday &amp; Tuesday of Christmas week. We had a short break before we dove into more Christmas festivities! Get ready!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365378107697006786-2985175482162634879?l=diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/feeds/2985175482162634879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365378107697006786&amp;postID=2985175482162634879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/2985175482162634879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/2985175482162634879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-sunday.html' title='Christmas - Sunday'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525431461344551944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/TP7xTKwKu-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/eCNzSeYnkjA/S220/IMG_8452.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SWLh-s7d9EI/AAAAAAAAANA/8Jg-CoF7QAo/s72-c/IMG_4090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365378107697006786.post-3556391707669938717</id><published>2009-01-01T14:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T14:37:22.259-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>We interrupt the scheduled Christmas extravaganza posting with a message from our sponsors... &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Or me, as the case may be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year! I wish you good health &amp; love to you &amp; yours this coming year! Plus, stable jobs. That's good too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots to look forward to this year! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of love,&lt;br /&gt;The Scrivners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Christmas recap posting will resume later. Maybe tomorrow).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365378107697006786-3556391707669938717?l=diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/feeds/3556391707669938717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365378107697006786&amp;postID=3556391707669938717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/3556391707669938717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/3556391707669938717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525431461344551944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/TP7xTKwKu-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/eCNzSeYnkjA/S220/IMG_8452.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365378107697006786.post-3627740822050494070</id><published>2009-01-01T11:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T11:39:10.568-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas - Saturday</title><content type='html'>Saturday was a busy day! First we headed over to Grandma &amp; Grandpa's house (Scrivner's) to have Christmas breakfast &amp; our gift exchange. All of Emma's Aunts &amp; her Uncle were there &amp; all of her cousins, plus even Brad got to come! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a delicious breakfast casserole that Aunt Sharon made (it was french toast - yummy!) &amp; had bacon, etc on the side. It was all absolutely wonderful! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the gifts began. Everyone was very spoiled, but the grandkids were spoiled the most! We all had a wonderful Christmas! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SVzwb37eHCI/AAAAAAAAAMg/yF5lPBZyhtk/s1600-h/IMG_4076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SVzwb37eHCI/AAAAAAAAAMg/yF5lPBZyhtk/s320/IMG_4076.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286364424286641186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SVzwbYqdxpI/AAAAAAAAAMY/xBlMyCtfX-I/s1600-h/IMG_4083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SVzwbYqdxpI/AAAAAAAAAMY/xBlMyCtfX-I/s320/IMG_4083.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286364415893816978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SVzwcsztFSI/AAAAAAAAAMo/mAxHEv4y6cA/s1600-h/IMG_4080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SVzwcsztFSI/AAAAAAAAAMo/mAxHEv4y6cA/s320/IMG_4080.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286364438481147170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then someone we all know well pooped out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SVzwdNUDv6I/AAAAAAAAAMw/g0OSEEdg39w/s1600-h/IMG_4085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SVzwdNUDv6I/AAAAAAAAAMw/g0OSEEdg39w/s320/IMG_4085.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286364447206784930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A family picture in front of the tree, &amp; then we had to head out to the next party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SVzwdkCBjZI/AAAAAAAAAM4/T4sGm7L1nQ8/s1600-h/IMG_4087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SVzwdkCBjZI/AAAAAAAAAM4/T4sGm7L1nQ8/s320/IMG_4087.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286364453305159058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon, we headed over to Uncle Perry &amp; Aunt Barbara's house for Christmas lunch with all the Ganns. This included not only my Aunt &amp; Uncle &amp; cousins, &amp; Nene, but also my mom's aunts &amp; uncles &amp; cousins &amp; all their kids. It was great fun &amp; Emma &amp; Maddy were by far the stars of the show, passing from one person to the next. I even got a chance to hold Maddy for a few minutes, which I loved :) I'm starting to miss Emma being that small (5 months). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Nanny &amp; Papa wanted to keep Emma &amp; show her off to Mrs Sharon, Mr Marc, &amp; Meemaw for dinner, so David &amp; I went to see Four Christmases (pretty cute), had dinner at Zaxby's (fancy), &amp; then ran through the drive through at Starbucks. When we went to pick Emma up, the company was heading out, so we got to see them a few minutes before they left. It sounds like Emma had a pretty fun night herself! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365378107697006786-3627740822050494070?l=diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/feeds/3627740822050494070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365378107697006786&amp;postID=3627740822050494070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/3627740822050494070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/3627740822050494070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-saturday.html' title='Christmas - Saturday'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525431461344551944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/TP7xTKwKu-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/eCNzSeYnkjA/S220/IMG_8452.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SVzwb37eHCI/AAAAAAAAAMg/yF5lPBZyhtk/s72-c/IMG_4076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365378107697006786.post-7680329132312900003</id><published>2008-12-30T21:55:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T22:12:36.667-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas - Friday before</title><content type='html'>We've had a very busy, but blessed Christmas! I hope you all did too! I'd like to do a recap, but there are many pictures &amp; things we did, so I think I'll go by the day. It all started the Friday before Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanny came home from work early, so after Emma got her 9 month shots &amp; a blood draw (things we aren't talking about), we headed over to play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SVrhcmIzi9I/AAAAAAAAALs/_EUpouAToQA/s1600-h/IMG_4053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SVrhcmIzi9I/AAAAAAAAALs/_EUpouAToQA/s320/IMG_4053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285784994062765010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Atchie, Robbie, Chris, Ashley, &amp; Taylor met up with all of us &amp; we went to California Dreaming for dinner &amp; then back to my parents' for our gift exchange. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SVrhdhI19DI/AAAAAAAAAME/6qnreno0lWQ/s1600-h/IMG_4064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SVrhdhI19DI/AAAAAAAAAME/6qnreno0lWQ/s320/IMG_4064.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285785009900614706" /&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/_A5rw_lti5bw/SVrhde56nbI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CdBlHgJaBpM/s1600-h/IMG_4061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SVrhde56nbI/AAAAAAAAAL8/CdBlHgJaBpM/s320/IMG_4061.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285785009301134770" /&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/_A5rw_lti5bw/SVrhdMVKO8I/AAAAAAAAAL0/pgTtTDZVvgQ/s1600-h/IMG_4062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SVrhdMVKO8I/AAAAAAAAAL0/pgTtTDZVvgQ/s320/IMG_4062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285785004315130818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all got wonderful gifts &amp; of course Miss Emma was totally spoiled! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SVrheNPcJTI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Kj9ZcyhWWdM/s1600-h/IMG_4071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SVrheNPcJTI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Kj9ZcyhWWdM/s320/IMG_4071.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285785021739443506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365378107697006786-7680329132312900003?l=diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/feeds/7680329132312900003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365378107697006786&amp;postID=7680329132312900003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/7680329132312900003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/7680329132312900003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-friday-before.html' title='Christmas - Friday before'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525431461344551944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/TP7xTKwKu-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/eCNzSeYnkjA/S220/IMG_8452.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SVrhcmIzi9I/AAAAAAAAALs/_EUpouAToQA/s72-c/IMG_4053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365378107697006786.post-8323068486800508788</id><published>2008-12-17T16:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T17:17:26.147-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to update!</title><content type='html'>Our days are just flying by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful Thanksgiving &amp; hope you did too. This mommy was lazy &amp; didn't take any pictures :( So sorry. Nanny &amp; Papa took a bunch, though, so I'll get some eventually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a job interview last week. I survived, but it was hard. I'm just glad it's over. It sounds like I won't hear anything back until after the holidays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby is wild. She runs (crawls fast!) around all day &amp; eats books &amp; toys &amp; whatever she can get to her mouth. Yesterday she tried to eat the sock I was wearing - yuck! She likes pull all the books out of her toy "box" in the living room &amp; then pulls out all the toys too. Yesterday she figured out how to actually get in the box! She did it once, but then the second time bumped her head. She pulls up like a pro &amp; sometimes can stay balanced for a little while after letting go. Usually though, she sits back down pretty quickly, but it's generally because she's found something else to play with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She pulls all the lower ornaments off the bottom of the tree (yes they are baby safe) &amp; likes to play with the branches. She tries to pull herself up a little on the lower branches, but hasn't been very successful. She also likes the presents &amp; took a ribbon off &amp; starting opening one of Uncle Cory's presents. Needless to say, she keeps me on my toes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She likes Puffs &amp; is starting to like Cheerios (they are more bland). We've been through most of the baby food jars (purees), so I'll ask the Dr on Friday what we should try next. We've done all the stage 1s &amp; 2s. Oh and she eats yogurt &amp; has had turkey, chicken, &amp; beef baby food. So yeah, foodwise, we are moving right along. She seems to really have the chewing action going, so we can probably try something more solid soon. I also bought mesh feeders, so she'll probably like that. She's finally learned how to hold her bottle herself &amp; feed herself &amp; does SO well. She has totally been holding out on us all this time. This morning I actually finished getting ready while she fed herself a bottle. It was wonderful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to Target &amp; Babies R Us with Shelly to help her register. We really enjoyed helping her pick out all the cute baby stuff &amp; I picked up a few things for Emma's stocking. I officially only have 3 more gifts to buy, which I should finish up tomorrow &amp; Friday. Tomorrow we're going to Nanny's work to have lunch &amp; for Nanny to show off Emma &amp; Friday Emma has her 9 month Drs appointment. I'm acutally going by myself to that, so I'm not looking forward to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend is looking pretty busy! We have Christmas with Atchie, Robbie, &amp; kids on Friday night. Saturday morning we'll head up to Ball Ground &amp; have Christmas with Grandma &amp; Grandpa, Uncle Brent, Aunt Leslie, William, &amp; Thompson, &amp; Aunt Sharon &amp; Aunt Susan. Saturday afternoon we'll have Christmas lunch with all the (extended) Ganns &amp; then Sunday afternoon we'll have Christmas lunch with all the (extended) Hughes'. Then I think we'll take a long nap! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we'll have a couple days break &amp; then Christmas is here! I can't wait to see how Emma will react to all the new toys (not to mention all the awesome paper!) Over that weekend, David's family will be in from out of town, so we'll be busy enjoying them. We are definitely looking forward to it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, a few pictures for the road...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SUl6HRSWt9I/AAAAAAAAALk/jC69w-Tj8zg/s1600-h/IMG_3953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SUl6HRSWt9I/AAAAAAAAALk/jC69w-Tj8zg/s320/IMG_3953.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280886303386679250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SUl6F0-kYXI/AAAAAAAAALc/1irpHPJVzIs/s1600-h/IMG_3917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SUl6F0-kYXI/AAAAAAAAALc/1irpHPJVzIs/s320/IMG_3917.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280886278607626610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SUl6FvSSbPI/AAAAAAAAALU/c-u4gnSy2J0/s1600-h/IMG_3883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SUl6FvSSbPI/AAAAAAAAALU/c-u4gnSy2J0/s320/IMG_3883.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280886277079723250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure next time you hear from me I will have TONS of pictures to share! Get excited! &lt;br /&gt;Hope you have a very Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365378107697006786-8323068486800508788?l=diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/feeds/8323068486800508788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365378107697006786&amp;postID=8323068486800508788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/8323068486800508788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/8323068486800508788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/2008/12/time-to-update.html' title='Time to update!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525431461344551944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/TP7xTKwKu-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/eCNzSeYnkjA/S220/IMG_8452.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SUl6HRSWt9I/AAAAAAAAALk/jC69w-Tj8zg/s72-c/IMG_3953.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365378107697006786.post-1688529597828819091</id><published>2008-11-20T17:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T17:24:45.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Absence makes the heart grow fonder?</title><content type='html'>Haha, yeah I know. I suck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma's now 8 months old! EIGHT. I can't believe it. She's so stinkin big. She's so busy too. She sits up, she crawls, she pulls up, she cruises. She thinks she can stand totally on her own, but thank goodness, she can't yet. Needless to say, we will have a very fun (busy!) Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started shopping for her. Santa is bringing her a laugh &amp; learn kitchen, as of last night. It should arrive next week. It looks so cute, I hope she likes it! Also, I bought her (early) the little people's nativity, so she's getting that as soon as it arrives. That way she can play with it all the Christmas season. I know she won't get it this year, but maybe next year she'll get it a little more. I still have lots of shopping to do, mostly for family. I think David &amp; I are just going to get a shared big present this year &amp; then maybe a few small things. That's good though, we don't need much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving is coming up next week! It's hard to believe! Emma is going to have turkey next Thursday too (but baby food!) I'll get her to start trying it this weekend. We'll be staying home this year &amp; going to my Aunt &amp; Uncle's for dinner with my family. It should be fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SSXjk-D3TqI/AAAAAAAAALM/S7h2IR8ntJI/s1600-h/IMG_3726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SSXjk-D3TqI/AAAAAAAAALM/S7h2IR8ntJI/s320/IMG_3726.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270869163181035170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365378107697006786-1688529597828819091?l=diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/feeds/1688529597828819091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365378107697006786&amp;postID=1688529597828819091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/1688529597828819091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/1688529597828819091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/2008/11/absence-makes-heart-grow-fonder.html' title='Absence makes the heart grow fonder?'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525431461344551944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/TP7xTKwKu-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/eCNzSeYnkjA/S220/IMG_8452.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SSXjk-D3TqI/AAAAAAAAALM/S7h2IR8ntJI/s72-c/IMG_3726.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365378107697006786.post-8044045005592985490</id><published>2008-11-07T18:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T19:04:40.179-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa....already?</title><content type='html'>My mom was off work today to take Nene to the Dr (she had a cataract removed yesterday). Em &amp; I met them for lunch &amp; then we had planned to go to Belk because Nene wanted to. She was too tired, so we took her home &amp; Mom, Emma, &amp; I went by ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shopped awhile in Belk &amp; Macy's. Mom got Emma the cutest dress with that is pink with white polka dots &amp; a big snowman on it. She can wear it all winter. Mom was then like, let's check &amp; see if Santa is here yet, Emma could get her picture made. We really didn't expect to see him, but walked to check anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Santa was there! I guess he's been there all week. So we quickly changed Emma into her new snowman dress &amp; she got her picture with Santa without waiting in a line AT ALL. And oh my goodness, was she adorable! She was SO good &amp; smiled &amp; didn't cry or anything. And Santa was super nice &amp; asked her to leave him cookies :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we have a super cute 1st picture of Emma with Santa. And I've talked David into taking me to Zaxby's for dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365378107697006786-8044045005592985490?l=diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/feeds/8044045005592985490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365378107697006786&amp;postID=8044045005592985490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/8044045005592985490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/8044045005592985490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/2008/11/santaalready.html' title='Santa....already?'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525431461344551944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/TP7xTKwKu-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/eCNzSeYnkjA/S220/IMG_8452.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365378107697006786.post-2304884902327086761</id><published>2008-11-05T20:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T20:45:09.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'>President Obama</title><content type='html'>No, I didn't vote for him. But he's now our president-elect. And guess what? I'm proud of America for electing a black man as our president. Although I disagree with some of his views &amp; didn't vote for him, God knows the bigger picture &amp; He's in control, not me, not even President Obama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it really shows how far our country has come in the past 50 years. Back then, I bet many believed a black person would never become president. I think it really shows that our country as a whole is changing for the better &amp; is becoming more accepting of all people regardless of their background or race. And honestly, that's a very good thing. I really want my daughter to grow up in a world where race doesn't matter. That's really the way it should be &amp; it's a shame that it's taken this long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So although there's a good chance I will disagree with President Obama in the future, I'm proud of what this election means to all of Americans. I think we're finally moving in the right direction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365378107697006786-2304884902327086761?l=diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/feeds/2304884902327086761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365378107697006786&amp;postID=2304884902327086761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/2304884902327086761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/2304884902327086761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/2008/11/president-obama.html' title='President Obama'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525431461344551944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/TP7xTKwKu-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/eCNzSeYnkjA/S220/IMG_8452.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365378107697006786.post-5537375764524938916</id><published>2008-11-03T11:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T12:16:58.388-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy busy!</title><content type='html'>Busy weekend! I was in a wedding on Saturday, so my weekend was filled with rehearsal, rehearsal dinner, getting my nails &amp; hair done, &amp; then the actual wedding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SQ8kmxgrpgI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ruezxYhgvR4/s1600-h/IMG_3698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SQ8kmxgrpgI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ruezxYhgvR4/s320/IMG_3698.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264466737963443714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SQ8klrlIgmI/AAAAAAAAAIo/naf4lDIQWGI/s1600-h/IMG_3705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SQ8klrlIgmI/AAAAAAAAAIo/naf4lDIQWGI/s320/IMG_3705.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264466719191630434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, it was Emma's first Halloween Friday! She dressed up as a bumble bee &amp; hung out with my parents since we were at the rehearsal. She was so good &amp; I have to admit, so adorably cute! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SQ8jj7OmboI/AAAAAAAAAIg/GX0cZ9a2d6U/s1600-h/IMG_3672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SQ8jj7OmboI/AAAAAAAAAIg/GX0cZ9a2d6U/s320/IMG_3672.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264465589520723586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SQ8jjRaIt9I/AAAAAAAAAIY/TyjgtYGsnp4/s1600-h/IMG_3626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SQ8jjRaIt9I/AAAAAAAAAIY/TyjgtYGsnp4/s320/IMG_3626.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264465578294818770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365378107697006786-5537375764524938916?l=diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/feeds/5537375764524938916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365378107697006786&amp;postID=5537375764524938916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/5537375764524938916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/5537375764524938916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/2008/11/busy-busy.html' title='Busy busy!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525431461344551944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/TP7xTKwKu-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/eCNzSeYnkjA/S220/IMG_8452.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SQ8kmxgrpgI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ruezxYhgvR4/s72-c/IMG_3698.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365378107697006786.post-7198652548139352536</id><published>2008-10-24T17:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T17:13:59.905-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My baby is crawling. CRAWLING. Don't only old babies do that? MY baby is NOT old. She CAN'T be crawling. &lt;br /&gt;But she is. And it makes me sad/happy/proud/mostly sad. I can't believe she's getting SO OLD. 7 &amp; 1/2 months almost. She's so big &amp; smart &amp; cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been busy. Real busy! I've been very productive the last couple of weeks &amp; it's resulted in not much computer time, but lots of productiveness. I've organized a closet, a kitchen cabinet, done TONS of laundry, changed sheets, &amp; my house is cleaner than it's been in ages. Not to mention the other million things I've been working on, like Emma's baby book for instance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're also getting ready for a wedding. No, not ours! We've been married over 3 years! My friend Elizabeth is getting married to Michael next weekend (November 1st) &amp; is coming up from Orlando where they live to get married here in Atlanta. So I've been getting my dress altered, going to showers, ordering gifts, shopping for shoes, etc. And we are all SO excited to see our friends who live out of town, but will be in town for the wedding! Plus, we have a good excuse to get our hair &amp; nails done &amp; what's not to like about that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm getting my hair highlighted tomorrow. I'm very excited. Plus I'm getting it trimmed. Unfortunately, it's still going to stay long until after the wedding. After that, it's getting chopped off. Shoulder-length at the max. Hopefully shorter. I'm very excited because I hate my hair right now. It's just lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, Emma was dedicated at church on the 12th. Don't we look cute? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SQI6fDSyTnI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/3ujY641gydw/s1600-h/IMG_3555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SQI6fDSyTnI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/3ujY641gydw/s320/IMG_3555.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260831619856617074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and soon I'll make another video of our star, one of her crawling. Stay tuned until next time :) &lt;br /&gt;Much love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365378107697006786-7198652548139352536?l=diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/feeds/7198652548139352536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365378107697006786&amp;postID=7198652548139352536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/7198652548139352536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/7198652548139352536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-baby-is-crawling.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525431461344551944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/TP7xTKwKu-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/eCNzSeYnkjA/S220/IMG_8452.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SQI6fDSyTnI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/3ujY641gydw/s72-c/IMG_3555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365378107697006786.post-5954444254230766508</id><published>2008-10-14T22:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T22:45:07.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma is a monkey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hRs-f6pKWYY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hRs-f6pKWYY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this works! Sorry the quality isn't very good, but I think you can get the point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365378107697006786-5954444254230766508?l=diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/feeds/5954444254230766508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365378107697006786&amp;postID=5954444254230766508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/5954444254230766508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/5954444254230766508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/2008/10/emma-is-monkey.html' title='Emma is a monkey!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525431461344551944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/TP7xTKwKu-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/eCNzSeYnkjA/S220/IMG_8452.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365378107697006786.post-5578888294237677897</id><published>2008-10-14T22:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T22:21:15.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So yeah</title><content type='html'>I've been busy. Lots has been going on. My girl now has 2 teeth &amp; is 7 months old (Sunday). She was dedicated at church Sunday &amp; was a perfect angel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to upload a video the other day &amp; it never worked out. It wouldn't let me load it onto blogger. Not sure why, but it would time out or something. I'll try to do it in youtube or something sometime &amp; maybe that'll work. I'll keep you posted. You really do wanna see it, promise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I really will do a longer post (with pictures!!) soon! &lt;br /&gt;Much love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365378107697006786-5578888294237677897?l=diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/feeds/5578888294237677897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365378107697006786&amp;postID=5578888294237677897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/5578888294237677897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/5578888294237677897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-yeah.html' title='So yeah'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525431461344551944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/TP7xTKwKu-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/eCNzSeYnkjA/S220/IMG_8452.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365378107697006786.post-8194977555937043728</id><published>2008-10-03T09:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T09:41:42.994-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby bee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SOYhFz8bTcI/AAAAAAAAAII/Bb2nTszCPp4/s1600-h/photo-702996.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SOYhFz8bTcI/AAAAAAAAAII/Bb2nTszCPp4/s320/photo-702996.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252922399100980674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365378107697006786-8194977555937043728?l=diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/feeds/8194977555937043728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365378107697006786&amp;postID=8194977555937043728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/8194977555937043728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/8194977555937043728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/2008/10/baby-bee.html' title='Baby bee!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525431461344551944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/TP7xTKwKu-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/eCNzSeYnkjA/S220/IMG_8452.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SOYhFz8bTcI/AAAAAAAAAII/Bb2nTszCPp4/s72-c/photo-702996.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365378107697006786.post-8474281389250649601</id><published>2008-09-29T18:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T18:15:41.278-04:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Month Professional Pics!</title><content type='html'>We had 6 month pro pics done last weekend &amp; got the CD this Sunday. We were very happy with how they turned out, so I made a "scrapblog" of a few pictures of my girl. It's my first one, so be nice to me :) &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/_A5rw_lti5bw/SOFTLF4uHXI/AAAAAAAAAIA/0vMUXa6OKOc/s1600-h/6+Months_Page_0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SOFTLF4uHXI/AAAAAAAAAIA/0vMUXa6OKOc/s320/6+Months_Page_0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251570090514455922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta feed &amp; bathe the baby &amp; talk David into cooking dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365378107697006786-8474281389250649601?l=diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/feeds/8474281389250649601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365378107697006786&amp;postID=8474281389250649601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/8474281389250649601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/8474281389250649601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/2008/09/6-month-professional-pics.html' title='6 Month Professional Pics!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525431461344551944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/TP7xTKwKu-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/eCNzSeYnkjA/S220/IMG_8452.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SOFTLF4uHXI/AAAAAAAAAIA/0vMUXa6OKOc/s72-c/6+Months_Page_0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365378107697006786.post-3340456571872178284</id><published>2008-09-27T16:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T16:28:14.412-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Naps</title><content type='html'>I have a sweet baby napping next to me. There&amp;#39;s really nothing better  &lt;br&gt;than that...&lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365378107697006786-3340456571872178284?l=diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/feeds/3340456571872178284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365378107697006786&amp;postID=3340456571872178284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/3340456571872178284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/3340456571872178284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/2008/09/naps.html' title='Naps'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525431461344551944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/TP7xTKwKu-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/eCNzSeYnkjA/S220/IMG_8452.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365378107697006786.post-6146088097094831535</id><published>2008-09-20T18:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T18:40:43.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big pumpkin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SNV7642-uzI/AAAAAAAAAH4/NM3vdBg_aXU/s1600-h/photo-743013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SNV7642-uzI/AAAAAAAAAH4/NM3vdBg_aXU/s320/photo-743013.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248237192395799346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;A big pumpkin for my little pumpkin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365378107697006786-6146088097094831535?l=diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/feeds/6146088097094831535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365378107697006786&amp;postID=6146088097094831535' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/6146088097094831535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/6146088097094831535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/2008/09/big-pumpkin.html' title='Big pumpkin!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525431461344551944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/TP7xTKwKu-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/eCNzSeYnkjA/S220/IMG_8452.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SNV7642-uzI/AAAAAAAAAH4/NM3vdBg_aXU/s72-c/photo-743013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365378107697006786.post-482839248426811475</id><published>2008-09-18T11:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T11:58:57.055-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI</title><content type='html'>My baby is so stinkin cute when she's asleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/TP7xTKwKu-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/eCNzSeYnkjA/S220/IMG_8452.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365378107697006786.post-2888620513149976740</id><published>2008-09-17T20:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T20:31:11.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall!!!</title><content type='html'>I LOVE the weather! Fall is seriously my favorite season &amp; we're having a sneak peak this week in the ATL. It's in the 70s all week &amp; I couldn't be happier! Emma loves it too - she's wearing pants!! today! Go Emma! Oh, and she's wearing fuzzy socks &amp; David just informed me that she's eating them. She's such a silly girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365378107697006786-2888620513149976740?l=diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/feeds/2888620513149976740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365378107697006786&amp;postID=2888620513149976740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/2888620513149976740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/2888620513149976740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/2008/09/fall.html' title='Fall!!!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525431461344551944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/TP7xTKwKu-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/eCNzSeYnkjA/S220/IMG_8452.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365378107697006786.post-8894725339642311317</id><published>2008-09-15T17:38:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T18:13:55.574-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Months Old</title><content type='html'>Emma turned 6 months old on Friday. You realize that is half a year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SM7aHeB5f4I/AAAAAAAAAG4/mzcHBsnm2XU/s1600-h/IMG_3281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SM7aHeB5f4I/AAAAAAAAAG4/mzcHBsnm2XU/s320/IMG_3281.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246370437788172162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has gotten so old, but so fun. I fall in love with her even more every day. She is such a huge source of JOY in our lives &amp; we are so BLESSED that God picked her out especially for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SM7d-bn4QUI/AAAAAAAAAHw/PnXpvuJM3F0/s1600-h/IMG_3253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SM7d-bn4QUI/AAAAAAAAAHw/PnXpvuJM3F0/s320/IMG_3253.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246374680569856322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past couple weeks have been very exciting for her. She's learned so many new tricks! When I sit her up, she can stay up (no hands!) for a period of time until she decides she wants to do something else &amp; she falls over. Sometimes this "period of time" is a couple seconds, but seriously, she can stay up for quite a long time if she wants to (10 mins+). She can't sit up on her own yet, but she still tries &amp; is getting better &amp; stronger. We call it doing her "baby crunches." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SM7akVqXWeI/AAAAAAAAAHA/rpME6_weLx8/s1600-h/IMG_3314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SM7akVqXWeI/AAAAAAAAAHA/rpME6_weLx8/s320/IMG_3314.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246370933758188002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma has started solids. She's been eating cereal &amp; oatmeal for a month, but last week we started veggies. She's had sweet potatoes, peas, &amp; carrots. And guess what?? She likes it all! In a few days we'll start fruit, which I know she'll love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SM7bGDRFYoI/AAAAAAAAAHI/EmzLMRwJdSI/s1600-h/IMG_3212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SM7bGDRFYoI/AAAAAAAAAHI/EmzLMRwJdSI/s320/IMG_3212.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246371512935867010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma has learned to blow raspberries. I guess I taught her that without meaning to. She likes me to make all sorts of noises out of my mouth, so of course, raspberries are one of them. She finally figured out how to do it herself &amp; it's adorable &amp; so funny! She produces a huge mess of slobber, but I love it. It's only bad when she's eating (bottle or veggies/cereal) &amp; then it makes a mess. She'll learn though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SM7bw0sx7aI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Bc0i5nQqDKQ/s1600-h/IMG_3362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SM7bw0sx7aI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Bc0i5nQqDKQ/s320/IMG_3362.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246372247759875490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the biggest thing: She's mobile. Ok, so she isn't moving fast or far, but girlfriend is On-The-Move! The past few weeks she's been trying to get up on all fours. She had trouble for awhile getting both parts of her body up at the same time, but she finally figured it out last week. And now that they're up, there's nothing stopping her! She's rocking, which means she will crawl before we know it! With the rocking, she does move, but it's very slow &amp; has actually been backwards, which I think is so funny. She tries to go one direction, but she ends up the opposite. Poor Em. But now she can move to the opposite end of her crib, she can get to her toys on the floor easier, &amp; she's trying to get in trouble! We bought a baby gate today at Babies R Us, so she won't end up going down the steps. And we're about to start some serious baby-proofing in the house. It's really so fun &amp; we're so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SM7cdSUtCnI/AAAAAAAAAHY/yBJVM7ePJlI/s1600-h/IMG_3376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SM7cdSUtCnI/AAAAAAAAAHY/yBJVM7ePJlI/s320/IMG_3376.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246373011626199666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it's not fair to talk about all her tricks, but not talk about what a precious, good natured baby we have! She is usually in such a good mood &amp; is so smiley all the time. She loves her jumperoo &amp; she loves to snuggle with her mommy &amp; daddy (&amp; her nanny, papa, grandma, &amp; grandpa, plus her aunts &amp; uncles &amp; her aunt atchie. Oh, and Nene too). She likes to play (&amp; eat) her toys &amp; she likes to read (&amp; eat) books. She likes to watch TV &amp; tries to "help" us on our computers &amp; with our iPhones. She was at the doctor today &amp; they were mean to her (shots! pokes! mean!) &amp; she smiled &amp; was just so pleasant &amp; she talked a lot to them! She was just so good &amp; even recovered from the shots almost immediately &amp; was smiling again before we walked out of the room. She's just easy going &amp; so so lovable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SM7dDhRMUSI/AAAAAAAAAHg/GHEQa8cwcO4/s1600-h/IMG_3437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SM7dDhRMUSI/AAAAAAAAAHg/GHEQa8cwcO4/s320/IMG_3437.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246373668473032994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't even say how blessed we are to have such a wonderful baby. We love her so much &amp; we've really enjoyed her these last 6 months! Here's to many many more! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SM7dcgdYc7I/AAAAAAAAAHo/0WwL8ZEfj8s/s1600-h/IMG_3445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SM7dcgdYc7I/AAAAAAAAAHo/0WwL8ZEfj8s/s320/IMG_3445.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246374097752454066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Emma. &lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mommy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365378107697006786-8894725339642311317?l=diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/feeds/8894725339642311317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365378107697006786&amp;postID=8894725339642311317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/8894725339642311317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/8894725339642311317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/2008/09/six-months-old.html' title='Six Months Old'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525431461344551944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/TP7xTKwKu-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/eCNzSeYnkjA/S220/IMG_8452.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SM7aHeB5f4I/AAAAAAAAAG4/mzcHBsnm2XU/s72-c/IMG_3281.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365378107697006786.post-6559296974015922092</id><published>2008-09-11T13:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T13:24:24.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Goals</title><content type='html'>My goal for the week has been to get Emma to take a nap somewhere other than next to me. I've been trying since Tuesday &amp; although we've made some progress, it still totally sucks. However, a small victory - she hasn't had a nap right next to me all week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is, she fights naps so bad that she doesn't want to nap anywhere else. So getting her to sleep in her crib or pack n play is the hugest ordeal. I can rock her &amp; get her to sleep, but if she wakes up when I put her down, it's terrible. She won't go back to sleep &amp; she cries &amp; it's awful. And I know she's tired because she is so weepy - she's usually not like that unless she's real tired. So yeah. It sucks. But we're making progress. And she's currently napping in the Pack n Play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I have a job interview next week. It's a good thing, money is good. It's a bad thing, I will miss my girl. I've been home with her for 6 months as of tomorrow (MY BABY TURNS 6 MONTHS OLD TOMORROW! i don't wanna talk about it...) But I know I need to work. It will help us out so much. Oh, and this interview is with David's company, so we'll be working together (really weird), but we can also ride together &amp; have lunch together most days. So, we'll see. Hopefully it'll go ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365378107697006786-6559296974015922092?l=diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/feeds/6559296974015922092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365378107697006786&amp;postID=6559296974015922092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/6559296974015922092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/6559296974015922092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/2008/09/goals.html' title='Goals'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525431461344551944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/TP7xTKwKu-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/eCNzSeYnkjA/S220/IMG_8452.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365378107697006786.post-1841469052589929573</id><published>2008-09-09T20:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T20:47:32.982-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Asleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SMcZJTJlBAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/qKGGfksMTW0/s1600-h/photo-752984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SMcZJTJlBAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/qKGGfksMTW0/s320/photo-752984.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244187938646197250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;She was so tired, she fell asleep sitting up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365378107697006786-1841469052589929573?l=diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/feeds/1841469052589929573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365378107697006786&amp;postID=1841469052589929573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/1841469052589929573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/1841469052589929573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/2008/09/asleep.html' title='Asleep'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525431461344551944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/TP7xTKwKu-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/eCNzSeYnkjA/S220/IMG_8452.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SMcZJTJlBAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/qKGGfksMTW0/s72-c/photo-752984.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365378107697006786.post-3546251775598836674</id><published>2008-09-09T20:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T20:37:58.139-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing with dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SMcW5vVcGpI/AAAAAAAAAGo/a3QVCN8j3Kk/s1600-h/photo-778140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SMcW5vVcGpI/AAAAAAAAAGo/a3QVCN8j3Kk/s320/photo-778140.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244185472310975122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Emma&amp;#39;s on the computer with her daddy. Earlier, she grabbed his hand &amp;amp;  &lt;br&gt;was sucking on it. He pushed her away &amp;amp; wiped his hand off on her pjs.&lt;p&gt;Now she keeps trying to touch his keyboard with her wet fingers, but  &lt;br&gt;he won&amp;#39;t let her. And she&amp;#39;s blowing bubbles, which makes me laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365378107697006786-3546251775598836674?l=diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/feeds/3546251775598836674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365378107697006786&amp;postID=3546251775598836674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/3546251775598836674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/3546251775598836674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/2008/09/playing-with-dad.html' title='Playing with dad'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525431461344551944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/TP7xTKwKu-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/eCNzSeYnkjA/S220/IMG_8452.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SMcW5vVcGpI/AAAAAAAAAGo/a3QVCN8j3Kk/s72-c/photo-778140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365378107697006786.post-2969074064166179440</id><published>2008-09-05T11:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T11:05:44.051-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Emma's busy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SMFKyNhj8vI/AAAAAAAAAGg/5GIte9B8BgY/s1600-h/photo-744054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SMFKyNhj8vI/AAAAAAAAAGg/5GIte9B8BgY/s320/photo-744054.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242553667720311538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Talking&amp;#39; on the phone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365378107697006786-2969074064166179440?l=diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/feeds/2969074064166179440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365378107697006786&amp;postID=2969074064166179440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/2969074064166179440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/2969074064166179440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/2008/09/emmas-busy.html' title='Emma&apos;s busy...'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525431461344551944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/TP7xTKwKu-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/eCNzSeYnkjA/S220/IMG_8452.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SMFKyNhj8vI/AAAAAAAAAGg/5GIte9B8BgY/s72-c/photo-744054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365378107697006786.post-1754067829397921993</id><published>2008-09-04T21:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T21:09:31.568-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The election</title><content type='html'>Am I allowed to say that I'm sick of this stupid election already? Good, because I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do care about voting. I think it's important because so many men and women have fought and died for our country to give us this freedom. I also think it's important to make an educated decision. I do not, however, think that it's all I need to hear about until the next president is inaugurated next January. Unfortunately, that's totally what's going to happen. It's all that ever happens. And really, I think it's lame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd feel better about it if some decent candidates were running for office. I stick by my statement that I think Colin Powell should be the next president. Unfortunately, I don't believe he's interested. But what do I know (just that he'd make a much better president than I've ever seen in office). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, that's about as political as I get.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365378107697006786-1754067829397921993?l=diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/feeds/1754067829397921993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365378107697006786&amp;postID=1754067829397921993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/1754067829397921993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/1754067829397921993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/2008/09/election.html' title='The election'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525431461344551944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/TP7xTKwKu-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/eCNzSeYnkjA/S220/IMG_8452.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365378107697006786.post-5713190781680404398</id><published>2008-09-04T19:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T19:51:31.129-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My two favorite people</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SMB0g0aTEbI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eqFVCV4dlp8/s1600-h/photo-791131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SMB0g0aTEbI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eqFVCV4dlp8/s320/photo-791131.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242318073432838578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365378107697006786-5713190781680404398?l=diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/feeds/5713190781680404398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365378107697006786&amp;postID=5713190781680404398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/5713190781680404398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/5713190781680404398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-two-favorite-people.html' title='My two favorite people'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525431461344551944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/TP7xTKwKu-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/eCNzSeYnkjA/S220/IMG_8452.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SMB0g0aTEbI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eqFVCV4dlp8/s72-c/photo-791131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365378107697006786.post-516260695946528345</id><published>2008-09-03T22:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T22:51:07.079-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Potatoes</title><content type='html'>Sweet Potato pie &amp; I shut my mouth.... &lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know that old country song? It's called Song of the South, but I don't remember who it's by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Emma started veggies today &amp; guess what she ate? Sweet Potatoes! She actually liked them! She ate her rice cereal too! Good girl! She made the HUGEST mess ever &amp; I put her straight in the bath. It was all down her onesie &amp; everything. Gross. I didn't put a bib on her, because it's becoming a lost cause. It still goes down her shirt. Whatever. She's just a messy eater. Plus, she's constantly trying to eat her bib, so I'm holding it down, while trying to shove the spoon in her mouth. It sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and added to my last update. Not only did I not get to use 2 coupons at my friendly neighborhood Publix, I also paid $4.50 for bottle nipples that did NOT come home with me! Yes, I even checked the car. They are no where. When I figured it out these evening as I was loading the dishwasher, it made me really mad. Anyway, I will not be visiting that Publix again for a long time. And to think, I always liked Publix. NOT ANY MORE. MAD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365378107697006786-516260695946528345?l=diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/feeds/516260695946528345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365378107697006786&amp;postID=516260695946528345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/516260695946528345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/516260695946528345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/2008/09/sweet-potatoes.html' title='Sweet Potatoes'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525431461344551944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/TP7xTKwKu-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/eCNzSeYnkjA/S220/IMG_8452.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365378107697006786.post-8535207052011714550</id><published>2008-09-03T14:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T14:12:03.189-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Publix sucks</title><content type='html'>I had coupons for baby things- a $5 off a can of formula (of a certain size) &amp; a buy a big pack (box) of diapers, get a big refill pack of wipes free. Oh, and these are Publix-only coupons. They sent them to me through their baby club. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clip my coupons &amp; head to our neighborhood Publix. I start with the formula. They no longer sell a can that big, they have this new thing that's not a can (it's a weird plastic container). It's totally fine, but the size is smaller than what I needed to get to use my coupon. Fab. Head to the diapers. Surely they have my diapers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't have a big box of diapers in her size. They only have the smaller sizes and the larger sizes. Apparently every baby in my area wears diapers that are size 2. So I buy the jumbo pack of size 2s (this is smaller than the box) &amp; go ahead &amp; get the wipes too anyway because we *get this* actually NEED them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I got everything I needed at Publix. But in reality, I didn't save anything from shopping there. I should have just gone to Walmart &amp; forgot it. Publix, you're on my bad list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365378107697006786-8535207052011714550?l=diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/feeds/8535207052011714550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365378107697006786&amp;postID=8535207052011714550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/8535207052011714550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/8535207052011714550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/2008/09/publix-sucks.html' title='Publix sucks'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525431461344551944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/TP7xTKwKu-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/eCNzSeYnkjA/S220/IMG_8452.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365378107697006786.post-480832772438413481</id><published>2008-09-02T22:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T22:32:58.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fixers</title><content type='html'>I feel frustrated when I try to help other people but they are unwilling to help themselves. I know what's right for them to do &amp; honestly, they do too. I care about them &amp; want what's best for them, but they are unwilling to change or take the actions necessary to fix the situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's frustrating when people won't help themselves. Granted, sometimes David feels this way about me. However, when I talk to him about something, I'm not expecting him to fix it, I'm expecting him to listen. When someone is talking to me about something, I do try to listen too, but maybe I offer advice too much? I don't know. Maybe I get that way once the situation goes on a long time &amp; I don't really feel like listening is helping &amp; I'm ready for the situation to be resolved? I don't really get it. I do not beat a dead horse around David, that I do know. But I think he tries to fix EVERYTHING without listening because he's a guy. That's just how guys are, fixers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could I be any more vague?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365378107697006786-480832772438413481?l=diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/feeds/480832772438413481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365378107697006786&amp;postID=480832772438413481' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/480832772438413481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/480832772438413481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/2008/09/fixers.html' title='Fixers'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525431461344551944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/TP7xTKwKu-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/eCNzSeYnkjA/S220/IMG_8452.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365378107697006786.post-7374677121827112611</id><published>2008-09-02T14:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T14:46:00.987-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Post Labor Day!</title><content type='html'>So first, I must apologize for the spacing in my previous post. Apparently, when I type long posts on my phone &amp; submit them, the lines are all weird. I realize it's still readable, but definitely annoying to look at.  My apologizes. I'll keep that in mind in the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the weekend was busy. Yesterday was spent hanging out with the in-laws &amp; letting Emma play with her cousins, in between naps. She napped a lot yesterday, she was totally worn out! We played games (cards for me, both cards &amp; video games for David). Watched some TV. Waited for homemade ice cream to freeze, unfortunately it never did. We did enjoy homemade chocolate milk shakes though! Also, breakfast casserole, boneless bbq ribs, green beans, potato salad, etc. It was all very yummy!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, David &amp; I (&amp; Em) went to see Traitor at the Drive-In movie. It was actually really good. It was nice to have some time to ourselves at the end of our weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, since it's a holiday week, David gets to go in an hour later &amp; leave an hour earlier! So instead of getting home at 7:30, he'll get home at 6:30. That'll be so nice. (David works a 4 day work week, but it's an hour away. Thus instead of getting off work at 6:30 this week, he gets off at 5:30. This only happens weeks with a holiday). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my bratty friend Valerie got a new car. I'm way jealous. She needs to get her butt over here this week &amp; let me see it (HINT HINT). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's probably enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365378107697006786-7374677121827112611?l=diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/feeds/7374677121827112611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365378107697006786&amp;postID=7374677121827112611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/7374677121827112611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/7374677121827112611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-post-labor-day.html' title='Happy Post Labor Day!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525431461344551944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/TP7xTKwKu-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/eCNzSeYnkjA/S220/IMG_8452.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365378107697006786.post-4181794054486489160</id><published>2008-08-31T23:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T23:09:55.148-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>David &amp;amp; I had a pretty fun &amp;quot;date&amp;quot; last night. We went to see  &lt;br&gt;Transiberrian at an early show (4:35) &amp;amp; then had a fancy dinner at  &lt;br&gt;Subway before picking up our baby. Transiberrian was pretty good, but  &lt;br&gt;the last 30 minutes was a little intense for me. We enjoyed our  &lt;br&gt;evening out &amp;amp; come to find out, still even like each other.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;The main road by our house is closed due to a labor day run/walk  &lt;br&gt;tomorrow morning. We headed up to David&amp;#39;s parents &amp;amp; younger sister&amp;#39;s  &lt;br&gt;for the night, since we were planning to head over tomorrow morning.  &lt;br&gt;We&amp;#39;ve enjoyed our evening with them &amp;amp; watched Eragon &amp;amp; ate chocolate  &lt;br&gt;ice cream. Tomorrow we will spend the day with his sister, brother,  &lt;br&gt;sister in law, &amp;amp; two nephews, as well as his parents &amp;amp; younger sister.  &lt;br&gt;Emma can&amp;#39;t wait to play with her cousins!&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m feeding her her last bottle, then heading to bed. Enjoy your day  &lt;br&gt;off tomorrow! Happy Labor Day!&lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365378107697006786-4181794054486489160?l=diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/feeds/4181794054486489160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365378107697006786&amp;postID=4181794054486489160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/4181794054486489160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/4181794054486489160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/2008/08/david-i-had-pretty-fun-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525431461344551944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/TP7xTKwKu-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/eCNzSeYnkjA/S220/IMG_8452.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365378107697006786.post-6335865057831631572</id><published>2008-08-30T16:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T16:37:08.975-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Date!</title><content type='html'>David &amp;amp; I are on our first date since our anniversary (mid July).  &lt;br&gt;We&amp;#39;re at the movies, in an actual theater! 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Thank goodness!!&lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365378107697006786-8255127650001978830?l=diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/feeds/8255127650001978830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365378107697006786&amp;postID=8255127650001978830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/8255127650001978830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/8255127650001978830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/2008/08/thankfully.html' title='Thankfully'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525431461344551944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/TP7xTKwKu-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/eCNzSeYnkjA/S220/IMG_8452.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365378107697006786.post-731487102413405883</id><published>2008-08-29T17:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T17:25:46.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brown Water</title><content type='html'>I make Emma a bottle of formula (powdered w/water) &amp; put it in fridge. Make her oatmeal cereal (w/formula) &amp; feed it to her. She's made a huge mess, so I wipe her down as best I can, give her a wet washcloth to chew on (she loves it) &amp; take her up to give her a bath. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start the bath so the water can warm up &amp; go get towels laid out, a clean outfit &amp; diaper, etc. I go to check it &amp; plug up the water. Realize the water looks kind of brown. Toilet is still clear, so I flush it - brown. CRAP! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wipe her down with wipes, get her dressed. Run outside to see if there are any workers - there aren't. Call David to take care of it because I am absolutely LIVID by this point. He acts like its no big deal &amp; that "dirt" won't hurt her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made her a fresh bottle with bottled water &amp; when she's done, I will pour the other bottle down the drain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am seriously worried that she's going to get sick over this. David still doesn't think it's a big deal. Whatever. I'm still mad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365378107697006786-731487102413405883?l=diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/feeds/731487102413405883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365378107697006786&amp;postID=731487102413405883' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/731487102413405883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/731487102413405883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/2008/08/brown-water.html' title='Brown Water'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525431461344551944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/TP7xTKwKu-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/eCNzSeYnkjA/S220/IMG_8452.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365378107697006786.post-8642918792086242366</id><published>2008-08-29T12:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T12:48:21.369-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it!</title><content type='html'>I shaved my legs for the first time in a week (yes, gross, I know.  &lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ve been wearing pants all week since they&amp;#39;ve gotten especially bad.  &lt;br&gt;Poor David.)&lt;p&gt;It only took me 4 tries to get them done this morning! Go me! I ended  &lt;br&gt;up doing them in stages on the edge of the tub in between checking on  &lt;br&gt;Ems. Someone was a bad napper this morning!!&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365378107697006786-8642918792086242366?l=diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/feeds/8642918792086242366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365378107697006786&amp;postID=8642918792086242366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/8642918792086242366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/8642918792086242366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-did-it.html' title='I did it!'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525431461344551944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/TP7xTKwKu-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/eCNzSeYnkjA/S220/IMG_8452.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365378107697006786.post-9010225772907945013</id><published>2008-08-28T23:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T23:14:09.272-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;ve totally got to shave my legs.&lt;p&gt;Sent from my iPhone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365378107697006786-9010225772907945013?l=diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/feeds/9010225772907945013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365378107697006786&amp;postID=9010225772907945013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/9010225772907945013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/9010225772907945013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/2008/08/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525431461344551944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/TP7xTKwKu-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/eCNzSeYnkjA/S220/IMG_8452.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365378107697006786.post-3479233441659584322</id><published>2008-08-28T21:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T22:14:46.085-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prilosec and Fried Chicken</title><content type='html'>My baby &amp; I went to clean my parents' house today. We cleaned, cleaned, cleaned. She got mad at me &amp; then I realized it was because she had been sitting in a stinky diaper awhile. Then I felt bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw Uncle Cory. He's still afraid of her a little bit, as he's not used to them, but he's starting to get more used to her. I made him hold her some. It's good for him. Builds character. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma slobbered on my parents' bed. I don't think they'll really care though. Nothing's as sweet as baby slobber. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home &amp; she jumped awhile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SLdYUkkE7qI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/6QDl2AlM1_w/s1600-h/IMG_2927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SLdYUkkE7qI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/6QDl2AlM1_w/s320/IMG_2927.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239753801904484002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She likes it. It was a good investment, for sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my crazy BFF decided to have panic attacks because of stress today. She had chest pain &amp; a headache &amp; felt like she was dying, but she wouldn't go to the school nurse (she's a teacher) to have her blood pressure taken until after the kids had all gone home. And wouldn't you know, it was 141/110. Like basically, she could have had a stroke. And then she went to a stupid staff meeting instead of to the dr like I &amp; the nurse told her to. So basically, some stupid 2 hour meeting about ethics is worth risking your life over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and get this, she finally goes to the Minute Clinic &amp; her blood pressure is normal. So the stupid lady tells her it's just indigestion &amp; to get prilosec. I'm sorry, lady, but you are an idiot. Anyway, I hope my BFF doesn't die because of the Minute Clinic lady &amp; the fact she didn't send her down to the ER. Anyway, she seems to be fine now, I made her lay on her left side &amp; rest. I had to do that when I was on bed rest at the end of my pregnancy for high blood pressure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zaxby's for dinner, gotta love the Zax sauce! That reminds me, today I had Chick-Fil-A for lunch (yes, I kind of have a thing for chicken, thankyouverymuch) &amp; I got the new-style chicken strips. But last time we were there, we noticed as we were pulling out that they had a new sauce called "Chick-Fil-A Sauce." And we were really disappointed because we both wanted to try it. We had high hopes for this new sauce, for goodness sake! And really, I wanted it to be like Zaxby's sauce because that would make me love Chick-Fil-A all the more. But guess what. It wasn't. It was like honey mustard stuff. And I was very unimpressed and very disappointed. So, Chick-Fil-A, if you're reading: steal the recipe for Zax sauce. You'll thank me later. I told David &amp; he was disappointed too. He already hates the Chick-Fil-A, so really this is probably the final straw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that this post has really turned out about my crazy BFF &amp; sauce for my fried chicken, I better quit while I'm ahead. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365378107697006786-3479233441659584322?l=diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/feeds/3479233441659584322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365378107697006786&amp;postID=3479233441659584322' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/3479233441659584322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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oatmeal....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SLcyRFv3WOI/AAAAAAAAAGI/XimduPfrVNk/s1600-h/photo-708825.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SLcyRFv3WOI/AAAAAAAAAGI/XimduPfrVNk/s320/photo-708825.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239711960650963170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I just want the bib!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365378107697006786-2748738911491357260?l=diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/feeds/2748738911491357260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365378107697006786&amp;postID=2748738911491357260' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365378107697006786.post-4904416180387710753</id><published>2008-08-27T22:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T22:37:33.582-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My girl this weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SLYPbS4cDsI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j-fxkb-G65Q/s1600-h/photo-753585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SLYPbS4cDsI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j-fxkb-G65Q/s320/photo-753585.jpg"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239392178091593410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365378107697006786-4904416180387710753?l=diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/TP7xTKwKu-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/eCNzSeYnkjA/S220/IMG_8452.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SLYPbS4cDsI/AAAAAAAAAGA/j-fxkb-G65Q/s72-c/photo-753585.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3365378107697006786.post-5514402394432545545</id><published>2008-08-27T21:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T21:33:22.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby-talk</title><content type='html'>I love baby-talk. I absolutely love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting next to Emma on the couch (well, ok, she's really next to her daddy &amp; I'm on the other end, but still) &amp; she's just a coo-ing &amp; a smilin' &amp; basically I just think it's the greatest thing in the world. And yes, she was doing the coo-ing &amp; smilin at me because Daddy is ignoring her &amp; is on his computer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked her back when all the noises she made were cries, fusses, &amp; farts, but this is great! She's actually tries to talk! She tries to mimic what I say to her &amp; she talks back to me when I talk to her, like we're having an in-depth conversation. My baby is so smart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I put our faces together, she just giggles &amp; squeals like it's the greatest thing in the world. And in my world, it's pretty close. She then grabs my hair &amp; it stops being so cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe my baby will be 6 months next month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SLX_YUmNFEI/AAAAAAAAAF4/TMczU3EPaJ8/s1600-h/IMG_2864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SLX_YUmNFEI/AAAAAAAAAF4/TMczU3EPaJ8/s320/IMG_2864.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239374534826333250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3365378107697006786-5514402394432545545?l=diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/feeds/5514402394432545545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3365378107697006786&amp;postID=5514402394432545545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/5514402394432545545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3365378107697006786/posts/default/5514402394432545545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diapersbottlesbabies.blogspot.com/2008/08/baby-talk.html' title='Baby-talk'/><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17525431461344551944</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/TP7xTKwKu-I/AAAAAAAAAU4/eCNzSeYnkjA/S220/IMG_8452.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A5rw_lti5bw/SLX_YUmNFEI/AAAAAAAAAF4/TMczU3EPaJ8/s72-c/IMG_2864.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
