<?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-1251239560985454860</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:00:50.571-08:00</updated><category term='craftiness'/><category term='talents'/><category term='Baking'/><category term='Cloth Diapers'/><category term='teeth'/><category term='talking'/><category term='brother'/><category term='cuteness'/><category term='EcoNest'/><category term='Prop 8'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='2010'/><category term='bedtime'/><category term='reflecting'/><category term='obgyn'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='luck'/><category term='#2'/><category term='Teaching'/><category term='falling'/><category term='Teething'/><category term='trouble'/><category term='daycare'/><category term='Inspiring'/><category term='Weather'/><category term='Sam'/><category term='dentist'/><category term='Obama'/><category term='potty training'/><category term='sick'/><category term='cat'/><category term='Giveaway'/><category term='toddler'/><category term='sewing'/><category term='bubbie'/><category term='Christmas cookies'/><category term='pregnancy'/><category term='Funny'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>Bubbie and Z's Mom</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-8558782986785255561</id><published>2011-06-18T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T14:16:35.343-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='#2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potty training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddler'/><title type='text'>Busy is an understatement</title><content type='html'>Well hello there neglected blog!  I realized today that it's already the middle of June and I have yet to do any sort of updates.  Here's what's been happening in my life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Bubbie is awesome.  He's still throwing tantrums every once and while, as well as working on the potty training, but he's such a loving boy.  I just can't believe that he's going to be heading off to preschool in September already.  I feel like I just brought him home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Bubbie's birthday trip to Disneyland was a big fat fail.  We were there a total of 2 hours in which he started running a major fever.  By the time we got home and I could check his temperature, it was at 102.6.  Good times.  Hopefully, we'll have a do-over next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Z is growing and growing - already 6 months old!  Talents include: laughing, jumping like a maniac in his jumperoo, rolling, sitting up for short bursts, shrieking, eating his toes and generally being adorable.  He is still a beast to get to sleep, but we're working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*B and I have decided that we're going to be moving sometime in the next few months.  Our house has depreciated in value so much and we just don't foresee it increasing to the level we bought at for years and years.  We're hoping to rent a place for a while until our credit recovers from whatever we end up doing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a crazy few months and I can't believe this year is already halfway over.  I'm already starting to think about what to do for Z's birthday party.  Ridiculous!  Just cross your fingers for us that the housing stuff works out, Z starts sleeping better, and that Bubbie is fully potty trained by September for preschool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-8558782986785255561?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8558782986785255561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=8558782986785255561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/8558782986785255561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/8558782986785255561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2011/06/busy-is-understatement.html' title='Busy is an understatement'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-9186727761224425097</id><published>2011-04-06T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T22:23:33.025-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuteness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='#2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddler'/><title type='text'>2 is so much harder than 1</title><content type='html'>Well, here we are. It's April and I've yet to do any sort of updating at all about Bubbie and Z. So, without further ado: &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bubbie turns 3 in a month. He is an amazing, loving, funny, intelligent, and exhausting boy. I love him to pieces but holy crap, the tantrums that kid can throw. We really didn't have many behavior problems with Bubbie for the past year so for him to be throwing shoes at me, yes shoes comes as kind of a shock. He's definitely crying out for more attention, but I know that the 3's can be hard. He's having a hard time dealing with emotions and doesn't know how to express them appropriately. We're trying to teach him ways to cope with anger, but he's still working on it. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;For his birthday, we're taking him to Disneyland (before he actualy hits 3 so he's free :P) with just us. Z is going to stay with my mom for the day and Bubbie is so excited. He has no idea what Disneyland is other then where Mickey Mouse lives but he's can't wait to just have B and me to himself. The only sucky thing is that I'll have to pump throughout the day since Z is breastfeeding. Sweet.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Z had a bit of a rough start with a week long stay in the NICU for a random infection. He is an adorable baby and I love him to pieces. We are still still adjusting to life with 2 kids. Z tends to be difficult when he's falling asleep and must be bounced. When I say bounced, I mean that I basically do calf raises over and over again until he relaxes enough to fall asleep. This makes it a little tricky when Bubbie is downstairs waiting for me to come play. Z has started laughing and has an amazing smile. He's rolled from his belly to his back a handful of times, but I have a hard time doing tummy time with his brother Captain Destructo running all around. I'm always worried that Bubbie will accidentally fall on him. He has found his feet and hands and has started passing toys from hand to hand. I'm looking forward to finding out his stats next week at his 4 month appointment, but not the shots.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I will say that I do not know why I ever thought having 1 kid was hard. 2 is so much harder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-9186727761224425097?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/9186727761224425097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=9186727761224425097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/9186727761224425097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/9186727761224425097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2011/04/2-is-so-much-harder-than-1.html' title='2 is so much harder than 1'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-3880258712751139660</id><published>2010-12-19T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T16:56:01.239-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='#2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother'/><title type='text'>Wee Man #2 is here!</title><content type='html'>Bubbie's little brother has made his big arrival.  Here's my birth story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I  was due on Dec 10 but after going to my appointment on the 8th, I was  80% effaced and locked up tight.  My doctor was pretty sure that he'd  see me the following week and that we'd end up with a scheduled repeat  c-section on the 16th.  I was really hoping for a VBAC so I was pretty  bummed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were doing lots and lots of walking and trying to  naturally induce labor.  Saturday night (12/11), we wandered over to  Walmart to walk around.  I started having some pretty gnarly Braxton  Hicks contractions while we were there but they stopped after I got  home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to Saturday morning (12/12), I get up at  6:24am (yes I remember the exact time) to use the bathroom and when I  laid back down I felt a contraction.  I had been having a hard time  distinguishing a real contraction from a false one, but when they say  you'll know, it's really true.  About 10 minutes later, I had another  one.  So I let B know while he was getting Bubbie out of bed.  I got up  around 7 and started to time them.  Around 7:30, I called my mom to give  her a heads up and told her that if my contractions kept up for an  hour, we were heading.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8:30am rolls around and we decide to head  in.  The hospital was an hour away, so I wanted to hit the road before  they got too painful.  My parents showed up and my dad took DS to his  house and my mom followed us in her car.  The drive in was okay to start  with but by the time we got there, the contractions were pretty rough.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We checked into triage, where I started moaning through the  pain.  The triage nurse checked me and I was only 1.5 cm.  I about  cried.  She asked if I could walk around even though I was in so much  pain because they couldn't give me pitocin.  I begged her to let me stay  because of the drive and as she looked at my stats my water broke. I  was stoked because I knew I would be admitted but scared because I knew  the contractions were only going to get stronger.  At one point, I was  moaning so loud that I joked that I was ghost.  B was cracking up but  being super supportive while I basically tried to break his thumb.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By  the time we got to the L/D room, we had been in triage for 2 hours.  I  got an epidural and finally began to feel better.  The nurse checked my  progress and I had already gotten to 5cm!  The next few hours passed  somewhat slowly but my mom and B kept me entertained.  Around 3:30, I  was feeling pressure and was about to ask B to get the nurse to check  me.  Right before he went out, the on-call OB came in to check and  shocked me by saying I was fully dialated.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I started pushing at  around 4pm and was able to feel pressure but no pain with my epidural.  I  pushed and pushed and pushed for 2 hours when the nurse asked if I  wanted to use the mirror to help me focus my pushing.  I wasn't sure,  but decided to give it a try.  The mirror completely helped and after  another 30 minutes of pushing, Z entered the world at 6:25pm.  Seeing  him come out in the mirror was the most amazing thing I have ever seen  and I am sooooo thankful that I was able to get my VBAC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He  had a lot of fluid and mucous in his lungs that they got out and he has a  hydrocele that will eventually drain on its own.  Once he was  suctioned, they gave him to me for skin-to-skin time for at least 2  hours.  It was awesome.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By 1:30 the next day, he was in the NICU  for some rapid breathing and a possible infection, but he is doing  fantastic now and will be coming home on Monday.  My recovery has been  awesome, especially compared to my previous c-section.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-3880258712751139660?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3880258712751139660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=3880258712751139660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/3880258712751139660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/3880258712751139660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2010/12/wee-man-2-is-here.html' title='Wee Man #2 is here!'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-4324944113616787558</id><published>2010-12-11T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T14:16:41.053-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='#2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother'/><title type='text'>Due dates</title><content type='html'>So here we are...December 11.  My due date was yesterday and there is no baby in sight.  I had my last doctor's appointment on Wednesday and while I'm 80% effaced, I'm not dialated at.all.  I'm on edge since I'm trying for a VBAC and doctor is giving me until the 16th before I have a repeat c-section.  So any of you out there that actually read this blip of a blog, please send me some labor dust!!  I want to meet this little guy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-4324944113616787558?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4324944113616787558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=4324944113616787558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/4324944113616787558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/4324944113616787558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2010/12/due-dates.html' title='Due dates'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-1989852285360902116</id><published>2010-11-30T13:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T13:28:36.260-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='#2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother'/><title type='text'>38 weeks!</title><content type='html'>So, yeah, it's been awhile.  Looking back at my last post, I was going to my 3 hour glucose test and we hadn't had our second ultrasound yet.  I passed the 3 hour test and Deuce's ultrasound came back clear - no more cysts!  Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are just in a holding pattern, waiting for Deuce to make his appearance.  I hoping for a VBAC but have a c-section scheduled if I go a week over because they will not induce a VBAC.  I'm crossing my fingers that it all works out okay because I really don't want to have another c-section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubbie is doing well.  He's speaking very well and only having a little bit of a set back with the whole potty training thing.  We've just had to remind him more to tell us when he needs to go since we've been slacking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-1989852285360902116?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1989852285360902116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=1989852285360902116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/1989852285360902116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/1989852285360902116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2010/11/38-weeks.html' title='38 weeks!'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-7578847233981517795</id><published>2010-09-11T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T14:52:54.849-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='#2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potty training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obgyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddler'/><title type='text'>Hello September</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm officially in my 3rd trimester.  I can't really believe it.  I had my 1 hour glucose test on Wednesday and failed, again.  So I have the fun of going back in a week to do my 3 hour test.  I'm not looking forward to it.  They end up doing the blood draws out of the same arm each time because they have such a hard time finding my vein in the other arm.  It's not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pregnancy hasn't been too difficult, aside from the whole tiredness thing.  I'm usually exhausted by the end of the day from chasing Bubbie around all day.  I've also been getting awful heartburn.  Aside from that, we're just waiting for the next ultrasound and appointments.  I'm almost at the every other week mark, which is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Bubbie, he's doing well.  We're still working on the whole potty training thing.  He's doing great - except for going #2.  I'll save you from the details, but will say that the kid's stubborn.  He's also been having a lot of fun with the plethora of instruments he has.  His current favorites are his guitar and kazoo, or kazooti as he likes to call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week ago, we took Bubbie to visit my brother at work.  Big Bro is a firefighter so Bubbie was super excited.  BB took him in the fire truck, the ambulance, showed him the station, and gave him a little Jr. Firefighter badge sticker.  It was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck on my 3 hour test!  I'm really hoping I pass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-7578847233981517795?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7578847233981517795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=7578847233981517795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/7578847233981517795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/7578847233981517795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2010/09/hello-september.html' title='Hello September'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-5269752134882492038</id><published>2010-08-24T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T12:41:28.103-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='#2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potty training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obgyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddler'/><title type='text'>Well hello there!</title><content type='html'>It's been awhile. A month a few days to be exact.  We've been in potty training land for the last month and it's been going well.  That is, except for good ol' #2.  Bubbie has become a master at not pooping, so much so that he's constipated himself to holy hell.  It pretty much sucks. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've been trying everything to get him to go when he feels the urge, but due to that stubborn streak (I blame B) he refuses.  Then it hurts to go when he finally does, which causes him to not want to go.  Good times.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's doing great peeing in the potty, but refuses to use anything but our &lt;a href="http://www.onestepahead.com/catalog/product.jsp?productId=361755&amp;amp;parentCategoryId=85180&amp;amp;categoryId=86184"&gt;travel potty&lt;/a&gt; when we are out of the house - even at the grandparents' house!  That potty has saved us many times already though and I totally recommend it to anyone who is the bowels (haha) of potty training. My only complaint is that it's not really made for a little boy to sit on to pee - the seat is oval enough, if you know what I mean.  You really have to be ready to push him down or you are going to get a golden shower.  But, he'll eventually be standing to pee and we can just have him go on bush like a grown man so it won't be an issue.  Lovely thought.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for baby #2, we've picked a name and started straightening up Bubbie's old nursery.  I still have to come up with a nickname for him.  Baby #2 just doesn't roll off the tongue.  We have another ultrasound in October just to check on some cysts that the doctor saw.  He's not concerned about them and told us that the second ultrasound will just be a bonus one.  I also have my lovely glucose test in a couple of weeks which I'm hoping I pass this time around.  I ended up doing the 3 hour one with Bubbie.  I think it's because I ate a bunch of grapes before the 1 hour test....at least that's what I'm claiming the problem was.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that, it's been the same old stuff, just different days here in the Bubbie household.  We've become hermits as of late due to the fact that it's over 100 degrees outside in what is basically the reclaimed desert.  So power on A/C!  I'll be happy to pay that horrid bill when it comes just so I can bask in the glory that is central air.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you're all having a lovely summer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-5269752134882492038?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5269752134882492038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=5269752134882492038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/5269752134882492038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/5269752134882492038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2010/08/well-hello-there.html' title='Well hello there!'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-5447385619077879054</id><published>2010-07-21T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T16:31:01.034-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='#2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brother'/><title type='text'>Boy oh Boy!</title><content type='html'>I just realized that after my last post, I never updated with the results of my ultrasound.  Everything went really well, aside from having to keep my bladder full for an hour and a half.  We also found out the sex of the baby.  Let me just say that we were absolutely shocked that we are having another boy.  I was so sure that we were having a girl just based on how different my pregnancy has been going.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My parents didn't want us to tell them until they could have my brother and his family over the next day.  So, I baked a cake, dyed it blue inside, and covered it with about 2lbs of cream cheese frosting.  Okay, maybe not 2 lbs, but it was a lot.  Anyway, after dinner with the parentals, we cut the cake.  My mom about fell over because she was sure that we were having a girl too.  The family is super excited since my brother has 2 girls and now Bubbie will have a little compadre to get into trouble with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-5447385619077879054?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5447385619077879054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=5447385619077879054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/5447385619077879054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/5447385619077879054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2010/07/boy-oh-boy.html' title='Boy oh Boy!'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-417871057632514179</id><published>2010-07-14T13:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T13:07:38.924-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='#2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Waiting for Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>We have our big ultrasound tomorrow and I'm so anxious!  I know everything's okay, but until I get in there and actually get to see the baby, I'm going to be nervous.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're hoping to find out the baby's gender, but my parents don't want us to tell them until Friday night.  My dad is out of town on a business trip and my mom wants for find out with him.  We're very close, my parents and I, so having to wait, especially since I have to pick up Bubbie from their house after, is going to be super hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother and his family are going to come over too. They're just getting pizza and I'm baking a cake colored with either pink or blue for them to cut into.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, fingers and toes and eyes crossed that the baby is baking well in there! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-417871057632514179?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/417871057632514179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=417871057632514179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/417871057632514179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/417871057632514179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2010/07/waiting-for-tomorrow.html' title='Waiting for Tomorrow'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-1973704375853979833</id><published>2010-06-10T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T10:21:05.564-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubbie'/><title type='text'>Heartbeat</title><content type='html'>We got to hear #2's heartbeat yesterday.  It was a strong 158 bpm.  Bubbie's heartbeat was always high, up around 180-190.  I have a feeling this one is a girl, but I don't have my big ultrasound until July 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm actually a lot more nervous this time around - I blame the internet.  I feel like I know too much, not as blissfully ignorant as I was with Bubbie.  I go to a pregnancy/parenting message board a lot and there are a lot of women who end up miscarrying or having other problems.  There are so many things that can happen that I just didn't really consider when I was pregnant before.  Needless to say, I've been a nervous wreck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to tell myself that everything will be okay and we're going to have an amazing and healthy little brother or sister for our little boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-1973704375853979833?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1973704375853979833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=1973704375853979833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/1973704375853979833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/1973704375853979833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2010/06/heartbeat.html' title='Heartbeat'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-6182771645542260180</id><published>2010-05-20T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T15:24:47.652-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EcoNest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sam'/><title type='text'>Making a difference</title><content type='html'>The sweet baby to the right is named Sam. He is 5 months old and on April 13, 2010 he was diagnosed with Stage 4 High Risk Neuroblastoma. He is now having his second chemotherapy treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can imagine, the doctor bills will be a great expense to his family. Along with donations through the button, the ladies at &lt;a href="http://teameconest.blogspot.com/"&gt;Team EcoNest&lt;/a&gt; are holding an auction from May 20-28 at their amazing &lt;a href="http://hyenacart.com/EcoNest/index.php?vid=3046&amp;amp;category=1"&gt;online store&lt;/a&gt;.  Please go by and help make a difference.  All proceeds will go directly to Sam and his family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-6182771645542260180?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6182771645542260180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=6182771645542260180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/6182771645542260180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/6182771645542260180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2010/05/making-difference.html' title='Making a difference'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-6775961322592350270</id><published>2010-05-20T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T11:52:32.221-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daycare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubbie'/><title type='text'>Counting down</title><content type='html'>23 days...23 days left of school.  I'm so freaking stoked.  Along with school being out, I'm excited because I don't have to come back to teach next year.  I was able to get a job as an assistant at the company my mom works for and I'll  be working from home.  The hours are really flexible and the pay is good.  So, no more daycare, which hasn't been fun once Bubbie moved up to the 2 year old room.  (Who's idea was it that the ratio for teachers to 2 years old could be 1 to 7??!  Ridiculous!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other fun bit of news for us is that I'm pregnant!  I'm due December 10 and we're so excited for Bubbie to be a big brother.  #2 (gotta come up with a nickname!) is another big reason for me leaving my full time job.  Daycare for 2 would eat up so much of my paycheck that there would really be no reason for me to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, things are going well and I can't wait to stop spending time with other peoples' kids more than my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-6775961322592350270?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6775961322592350270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=6775961322592350270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/6775961322592350270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/6775961322592350270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2010/05/counting-down.html' title='Counting down'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-8684205843547558902</id><published>2010-04-26T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T20:55:22.617-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dentist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddler'/><title type='text'>Teeth!</title><content type='html'>All is well in the land of Bubbie teeth.  He had his next checkup for his chipped tooth last week and it tightened up.  So, hooray for not having to go back to the dentist for 6 months.  Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-8684205843547558902?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8684205843547558902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=8684205843547558902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/8684205843547558902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/8684205843547558902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2010/04/teeth.html' title='Teeth!'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-2659887694475296880</id><published>2010-03-28T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T20:17:20.930-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teeth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubbie'/><title type='text'>Tooth update</title><content type='html'>I just realized that I didn't give an update on Bubbie's tooth!  We were able to get him into a pediatric dentist 2 days after he fell.  I wasn't really sure how in the world they would be able to get x-rays or even get Bubbie to open his mouth.  So, off we go to the dentist, luckily B was able to meet me there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dentist's office was in an older medical building, but when we got to the suite, I was surprised at how bright and cheerful it was inside.  There was a movie playing, bright colors painted on the walls, video games, and balloons.  Bubbie was in heaven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got called back to do x-rays after just a few minutes there.  While I filled out the paperwork, B sat Bubbie on his lap along with the pre-requisite lead aprons.  The dental assistants were total pros.  While Bubbie freaked out and screamed (he really didn't like that apron), one assistant held the film in his mouth and aim the machine while the other waited to get the word to turn it on.  They gave Bubbie a "badoon" which turned his tears into smiles really quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the x-ray was developed, the dentist called us back to do a quick exam of his tooth.  While B sat on a chair, they had Bubbie sit in his lap and face him. Then they leaned him back so the dentist looked into his mouth while he was upside down.  It was really quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news was that he didn't crack his tooth, but it is a little loose.  We now have to watch to make sure that it doesn't change color and go back once month for three months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we're hoping that Bubbie watches his step.  He's already got a little chipped tooth and a scar on his forehead from a fall at daycare.  I don't want any more injuries!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-2659887694475296880?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2659887694475296880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=2659887694475296880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/2659887694475296880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/2659887694475296880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2010/03/tooth-update.html' title='Tooth update'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-3003985438430002776</id><published>2010-03-14T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T14:14:30.727-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='falling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teething'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubbie'/><title type='text'>Duuuuuude</title><content type='html'>B and I were taking Bubbie out for a walk this morning trying to get him worn out for a nap.  Bubbie was not too keen on the idea and really didn't want to go.  Well, during a minor tantrum, he fell on the sidewalk.  Not too big of a deal, until we picked him up and he had split his lip and was bleeding everywhere.  Good times.  He looked like he'd been in boxing ring.  When blood mixes with saliva, it never looks good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I luckily had some Kleenex with me, got him cleaned up, and went home.  All was fine and good.  We had snack time with some apple and watched a little Nick Jr. to calm down.  Then I noticed it.  Bubbie chipped his tooth.  Not a big Dumb and Dumber chip, but just a little one in the middle of his front tooth.  Just enough for me to see it.  Son of a .... I'm not too happy.  He doesn't seem to be in any pain so I don't think he injured the root, luckily.  But, I feel like I should take him to the dentist just to make sure there aren't any cracks.  Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-3003985438430002776?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3003985438430002776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=3003985438430002776' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/3003985438430002776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/3003985438430002776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2010/03/duuuuuude.html' title='Duuuuuude'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-3295137122357173121</id><published>2010-02-18T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T15:20:33.476-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trouble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddler'/><title type='text'>Why you shouldn't let your toddler play with the phone.</title><content type='html'>I'm home with Bubbie today because of a random fever causing virus.  It's a good time all around. I've had to check his temperature a lot with our ear thermometer and just generally let him chill.  Well, we were coloring, while Bubbie held the phone, and noticed he was burning up again.  I got up from his little table in the kitchen got him some Motrin off the counter.  Mind you, I was about 2 steps away from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came back to give him the Motrin, I noticed that the phone was on and that he'd dialed a bunch of numbers.  I didn't really look at them, just hung up the phone.  Not 10 seconds later, the phone rings.  It was the county sheriff dispatch.  Awesome.  Bubbie managed to dial 911 in the 30 seconds he had the phone without me hovering over him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dispatcher told me that someone had dialed 911 and they needed to check if anyone needed help.  I explained that my almost 2 year old had been playing with the phone, but that I didn't think he'd actually dialed 911.  Oh no, she assured me.  He dialed 911 and then hit a bunch of other numbers.  Sweet.  She asked me Bubbie's age and my name and then double checked to make sure everything was okay.  I was so embarrassed and apologized profusely for the accidental call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought all was well until about 10 minutes later when the doorbell rang.  I opened the door to find a county sheriff outside. He said that they had received a call and was checking to make sure everything was alright.  I said yes and he asked to come in to check.  I told him how Bubbie had somehow dialed 911 and he said that it's pretty amazing that kids can get the numbers just right to call.  He was really nice, but again, I was super embarrassed and apologetic.  The awesome part of it is that I know there was a squad car either in my driveway or in front of my house.  Now I'm just waiting for the neighbors to come by to see what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope we don't get a bill for the visit!  Good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-3295137122357173121?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3295137122357173121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=3295137122357173121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/3295137122357173121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/3295137122357173121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2010/02/why-you-shouldnt-let-your-toddler-play.html' title='Why you shouldn&apos;t let your toddler play with the phone.'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-3950485624960514883</id><published>2010-02-11T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T15:47:34.203-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cuteness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bedtime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubbie'/><title type='text'>Um, he's the cutest kid EVER!!</title><content type='html'>Now, I know that all moms say that about their kids, but I'm hard pressed to not believe that my little guy is the cutest kid ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubbie's gotten to an age (21 months) where he is just so fun to interact with.  He's talking in little sentences, dancing, joking around, telling us what he wants - really all sorts of stuff.  He's also sleeping in his big boy bed at night, which is essentially a mattress with a mattress cover and fitted sheet on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night, we're doing our bed time routine and Bubbie started to do the same routine with his little kitty cat that he sleeps with.  He was giving it kisses,saying "Sleep tight, sleep with the angels, see you in the morning" (which I say to him every night) in his little way to the kitty and tucking it in with a blanket.  It was one of the cutest things I have ever seen him do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's just amazing to me how much he's changed in the last year.  He's gone from this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/S3SWcn71rAI/AAAAAAAAAqw/-VDlGkMt1iw/s1600-h/-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/S3SWcn71rAI/AAAAAAAAAqw/-VDlGkMt1iw/s320/-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437136068643499010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;February 2009 - Just started crawling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/S3SWoCLW3CI/AAAAAAAAAq4/UJHNg6jX5oU/s1600-h/-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/S3SWoCLW3CI/AAAAAAAAAq4/UJHNg6jX5oU/s320/-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437136264666471458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;January 2010 - Still working with B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe he's going to be 2 in a few months.  How has time gone by so fast?  No sir, I don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-3950485624960514883?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3950485624960514883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=3950485624960514883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/3950485624960514883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/3950485624960514883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2010/02/um-hes-cutest-kid-ever.html' title='Um, he&apos;s the cutest kid EVER!!'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/S3SWcn71rAI/AAAAAAAAAqw/-VDlGkMt1iw/s72-c/-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-8908042263915256292</id><published>2010-01-05T20:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T20:20:48.452-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflecting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010'/><title type='text'>It's already been better.</title><content type='html'>I was looking through old blog posts today and came across &lt;a href="http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-and-praying-mantis.html"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt; from last year on New Year's day.  I was so full of hope after having an extremely stressful year in 2008.  I really wanted 2009 to be an uplifting and easy year, but you can't win them all.  Just a day or two after that post, a good friend of my husband took his own life.  It was pretty much an indication of how difficult 2009 would become. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the hardest part of last year, aside from our house being worth half what we bought it for and pay cuts, was the fact that I was forced to go back to work (because of the aforementioned house and pay cuts).  I had really hoped that I would have been able to get a part time job in the evenings and not have to go back to teaching full time.  But, that didn't happen and after an extremely &lt;a href="http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2009_06_01_archive.html"&gt;stressful job search&lt;/a&gt;, I got &lt;a href="http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2009/07/halle-freaking-luyah.html"&gt;hired&lt;/a&gt; at a school that is about 45 minutes from my house. It's a lot of work and very different from my previous teaching experience.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're hoping to get our home loan modified to expand our options job and money wise.  We really wanted to start trying for baby #2, but the job things and money (freaking money!!!!) is putting the kabosh on that for a little while.  Once we find out about the loan, we can start making some decisions on that front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as for now, 2010 is already looking better.  I'm praying that it will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-8908042263915256292?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8908042263915256292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=8908042263915256292' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/8908042263915256292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/8908042263915256292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-already-been-better.html' title='It&apos;s already been better.'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-2225541081858852041</id><published>2009-12-16T21:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T21:27:04.950-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daycare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talents'/><title type='text'>Where's the time going???!!</title><content type='html'>I'm such a slacker.  I just read my last post about how it was already November and here we are in December.  Rather than lament about how quickly time is going by with my little boy, I thought I'd share what he's been doing these days.  So, here are some of Bubbie's latest tricks!&lt;br /&gt;*Repeats lots of what you say - time to watch the language!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Says "Thank you" and "Bless you" - hoping on please getting thrown in there soon.&lt;br /&gt;*Eats with a utensil most of the time&lt;br /&gt;*Knows when he dirties a diaper, but has zero interest in actually using a potty&lt;br /&gt;*Can go to daycare and not cry when he gets dropped off - I don't know how I feel about this.... :)&lt;br /&gt;and much much more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I've been so busy with working out of the house and in the house, I'm sure I won't be back until January...so Happy Holidays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-2225541081858852041?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2225541081858852041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=2225541081858852041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/2225541081858852041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/2225541081858852041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2009/12/wheres-time-going.html' title='Where&apos;s the time going???!!'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-9204658408222280145</id><published>2009-11-01T19:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T20:01:12.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait....It's Already November??</title><content type='html'>October was a super busy month with home visits, parent conferences, ear infections, really just a lot.  So I'm kind of glad that we're into November. This year should be interesting with a very mobile, toddler-y Bubbie.  He's into everything these days. He's running, talking, dragging me around, and generally just being a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Halloween, Bubbie was a monkey and B and I were zookeepers.  We had a little family party carving pumpkins.  It took Bubbie a little while to warm up to all of the people in his house mainly because he was asleep when they all showed up.  He wouldn't let me put him down - appropriatley hanging onto me like a monkey.  He finally came around once my parents came over and loved playing outside for the majority of the day.  I think he'd live outside if we let him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't take him trick-or-treating.  I have issue with people bringing little kids who obviously can't eat candy to go.  We had people at our house with little babies, like in the infant carrier car seats, out trick-or-treating for their kids.  Yeah, just say it's for you.  He did enjoy coming to check out the kids who did come to our door.  We kept him up pretty late in the hopes that he'd adjust to the time change better (he didn't).  One thing I was pretty bummed about was how few kids we did get this year.  There were maybe 40, 50 tops.  That's not a lot for our neighborhood.  We did get a lot more compliments on our decorations than we have in the last few years, so that we cool.  And we have a ridiculous amount of candy left, which is not so cool for my waistline...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here are some photos of Bubbie as a monkey and his pumpkin picking adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5XoTkK4cI/AAAAAAAAAow/5Nz2HDVOvjA/s1600-h/DSC02536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5XoTkK4cI/AAAAAAAAAow/5Nz2HDVOvjA/s320/DSC02536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399349353222169026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5YY1kpn4I/AAAAAAAAAo4/HviObRrKI_c/s1600-h/DSC02620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5YY1kpn4I/AAAAAAAAAo4/HviObRrKI_c/s320/DSC02620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399350186984710018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5Y8mqfVWI/AAAAAAAAApA/bTx5LSG2RZY/s1600-h/DSC02633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5Y8mqfVWI/AAAAAAAAApA/bTx5LSG2RZY/s320/DSC02633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399350801457960290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-9204658408222280145?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/9204658408222280145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=9204658408222280145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/9204658408222280145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/9204658408222280145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2009/11/waitit.html' title='Wait....It&apos;s Already November??'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5XoTkK4cI/AAAAAAAAAow/5Nz2HDVOvjA/s72-c/DSC02536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-8745563194335015699</id><published>2009-09-17T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T20:01:11.492-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daycare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubbie'/><title type='text'>She Lives!</title><content type='html'>I'm surviving this whole full time job and mom thing.  It's exhausting.  My day consists of getting up at 5:30 and getting myself ready.  B gets up around the same time.  We get Bubbie up around 6 - if he's not awake yet.  He's usually up by 5:45 which is a little tricky.  Then it's breakfast, get him dressed, and everyone out the door by 6:30.  Bubbie gets dropped off and stays at daycare until 3 when my mom picks him up.  I'm at work by 7:30, teach all day, then am back on the road for my 45 minute drive home at 4.  I get home by 5, play with Bubbie, feed him at 6, then he's in bed by 7:30.  It's seriously non-stop moving until after Bubbie goes to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have gotten better at daycare, aside from Bubbie get his finger smushed in a door.  They have those door guards, but one broke and Bubbie found where it was supposed to be.  Good times.  He's doing really well though.  I already have art projects and he's just turning into this little boy.  He gives the best hugs ever and is just a happy kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still wish I could stay home and miss my little man all day long.  It's been kind of good interacting with other adults, but I'd still rather stay home...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-8745563194335015699?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8745563194335015699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=8745563194335015699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/8745563194335015699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/8745563194335015699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2009/09/she-lives.html' title='She Lives!'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-6392693755919438686</id><published>2009-08-27T19:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T19:56:56.000-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daycare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubbie'/><title type='text'>Holy Cow</title><content type='html'>Have I been busy!! Bubbie has adjusted really well to daycare and is doing a whole lot better.  I'm getting my classroom together and adjusting to my new schedule too.  We start school Monday!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-6392693755919438686?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6392693755919438686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=6392693755919438686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/6392693755919438686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/6392693755919438686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2009/08/holy-cow.html' title='Holy Cow'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-3821914765462305158</id><published>2009-08-08T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T09:39:12.881-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daycare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubbie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Day 5</title><content type='html'>Bubbie had a fantastic day at daycare on Friday.  He ate, napped, and just overall had a great day.  He decided to wake up ridiculously early though and ended up taking an impromptu nap in the book nook on the pillows there for about 10 minutes.  His teachers took a picture for me which is cool.  Bubbie also got to see hula dancers that came to the center.  He was pretty tired and ended up just leaning up against his teacher quietly watching the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daycare went great and we had dinner at the parentals - egg plant parmesean.  It was sooo good.  Bubbie even had some.  All was well until 12:30 am when B and I were woken up be Bubbie howling crying.  So in I go and discover Bubbie standing crying in his crib, which is not like him when he wakes up in the middle of the night.  Then I smell that unmistakable smell of vomit.  Yay.  Bubbie threw up for the first time last night and it was disgusting.  Just keep in mind dinner and you'll get an idea.  So, I called B and while I cleaned up Bubbie, he had to change the crib sheet.  What a PITA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he was cleaned up and had a few sips of water, Bubbie seemed ready to go back to bed.  I laid him down and took the sheets and the blanket his great grandma made him downstairs to get the throwup off of them with some paper towels.  While I was down there, Bubbie started crying again.  B went in and got him into the bathroom just in time for Bubbie to throw up again.  I think he may have had too much water.  Fun.  So, we had to take off his clothes, again, and clean him up.  We just kept him in a diaper after that.  Luckily, that was it for the vomitting and he went back to sleep after a little while until 6:30. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sheets have been cleaned and now the washer is getting a cleaning too.  Good times.  He's currently asleep (it's 9:30 am here) after a bath that involved him crying the whole time.  I think the getting sick business was the cherry on top of such a fan-freaking-tastic week.  I'm hoping next week is better.  Oh, and this morning, I woke up to find I had gotten my visit from Aunt Flo.  Fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-3821914765462305158?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3821914765462305158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=3821914765462305158' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/3821914765462305158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/3821914765462305158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-5.html' title='Day 5'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-6353714417330279011</id><published>2009-08-06T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T20:27:29.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smart Cars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On a lighter, non-daycare note....I noticed something today while driving to my classroom while Bubbie was at daycare.  Smart cars. Have you seen them?  They are these tiny, I mean TINY cars that are apparently quite affordable and have great gas mileage.  But when I say tiny, they are small.  They basically have two seats and that's it.  No, not a tiny back seat - no back seat.  Well, I saw one driving down the road today and realized something.....Smart cars look a lot like the Little Tikes Cozy Coupe toys cars. You be the judge:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/SnueNy1QGmI/AAAAAAAAAog/9kuGOdiqdzA/s1600-h/smart-car-fortwo-on-two-coa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 187px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/SnueNy1QGmI/AAAAAAAAAog/9kuGOdiqdzA/s320/smart-car-fortwo-on-two-coa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367057340762692194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/SnuedmGT_tI/AAAAAAAAAoo/_Q54BDsxgiY/s1600-h/0005074304855_500X500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/SnuedmGT_tI/AAAAAAAAAoo/_Q54BDsxgiY/s320/0005074304855_500X500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367057612222496466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I right or am I right?&lt;img src="file:///Users/lesliesalazar/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///Users/lesliesalazar/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-6353714417330279011?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6353714417330279011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=6353714417330279011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/6353714417330279011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/6353714417330279011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2009/08/smart-cars.html' title='Smart Cars'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/SnueNy1QGmI/AAAAAAAAAog/9kuGOdiqdzA/s72-c/smart-car-fortwo-on-two-coa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-316463979406215075</id><published>2009-08-06T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T20:15:57.774-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daycare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubbie'/><title type='text'>We Have Progress!!</title><content type='html'>Yay!! While Bubbie did cry when I left today, he did great at daycare today.  I think the hunger strike is over.  He ate his snack of yogurt and his fancy shmancy italian beef sandwich too.  I just didn't realize that they don't do bibs in his class anymore and he had beef sandwich marks all over his shirt.  Guess I'll be testing stainfighters a lot sooner than I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the true test - nap time....  Bubbie has napped twice a day for months and months.  His class only does 1 nap a day.  He of course decides to wake up at 5:30am (wtf?!) so making it to 12:30 seemed like asking a lot.  Well, when we came to pick him up after naptime, the teachers told me that he was the first kid to go down (on cots no less!) and slept great.  The only thing was that it was for 45 minutes, not his usual 1.5-2 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also used our &lt;a href="http://www.bumgenius.com/one-size.php"&gt;cloth diapers&lt;/a&gt; today.  I had gone over how to use them and gave them a little tip sheet on what to do with them.  We use&lt;a href="http://www.moderndiapers.com/product_p/ivflushableliners.htm"&gt; flushable liners&lt;/a&gt; to help with clean up of dirty diapers.  So, I made sure to let them know to leave them in the diaper when they put them on Bubbie.  I also told them to just put the whole diaper, contents and all, in the &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5700288"&gt;wetbag&lt;/a&gt; and I'd deal with it when I got home.  However, the teachers felt weird about putting a poopy diaper in the bag (they thought it was kind of gross) so they took it upon themselves to empty the poopy diaper in the toliet! They have this little toliet thats really low to the floor for early potty trainers that they just dumped it into.  I was stoked!  Not only did they use them correctly, they made my clean up job easier! Yay for intelligent people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we are dropping him off at his correct time and picking him up after nap.  I'm crossing my fingers that he takes a longer nap (man he was a grump this afternoon).  I'm just happy that he had a good day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-316463979406215075?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/316463979406215075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=316463979406215075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/316463979406215075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/316463979406215075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2009/08/we-have-progress.html' title='We Have Progress!!'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-898949217003550703</id><published>2009-08-05T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T14:07:39.447-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daycare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubbie'/><title type='text'>Hunger Strike</title><content type='html'>Bubbie has now decided to not eat anything at daycare.  He ate before we left at 6:45 and refused to eat anything until I brought him home at 12:15.  Ridiculous!! He can control whether or not he eats.  The teachers said it's pretty common.  I'm hoping it doesn't last too long and Bubbie will start eating at "school."  Argh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-898949217003550703?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/898949217003550703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=898949217003550703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/898949217003550703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/898949217003550703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2009/08/hunger-strike.html' title='Hunger Strike'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-8426607418285843080</id><published>2009-08-05T10:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T10:19:48.346-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daycare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubbie'/><title type='text'>The Daycare Saga</title><content type='html'>Okay, we're on day 3 of leaving Bubbie at daycare.  Here's how's it's gone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 - My mom wanted to come with because she'll be picking Bubbie up pretty often. We get there at around 8 and stayed for about 30 minutes.  Bubbie played and was pretty good while we were there.  They went outside to play in the courtyard and my mom and I decided it was a good time to go.  So I said goodbye, gave him a kiss, and told him I loved him.  As my mom and I left, Bubbie followed us to the double doors, which have glass centers, and watched us walk down the hall away from him.  I couldn't look back.  My mom said he watched for a little then went off to play.  I left him there for about 1.5 hours and when I went to pick him up, he was eating snack at their tiny tables.  I came up to him and said hi.  He looked at me for a minute and started bawling.  It was like, "Momma?!  WTF?!  Why did you leave me here?!?!"  It was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 - Bubbie had an AWFUL night after day 1.  He was really constipated and woke up at least 5 times.  Boo.  This led to a pretty crappy day at daycare.  I dropped him off closer to 7:45 and he was cool.  He got down, walked around, even smiled at one of the teachers.  I was able to leave with no problem.  When I came to pick him up, one of the teachers was holding him.  They told me he didn't want to eat anything and was on and off crying the whole 3 hours he was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 - Today was the hardest day yet.  We got there at 7:30 (I'm trying to go earlier and earlier for when I go back to work).  He was already whining when we pulled into the parking lot.  Great.  So, we get into his classroom and I'm filling out a little form about when he woke up, ate, etc.  and he is like a monkey on my hip.  I tried to put him down to play while I filled it out, but no.  Then it was time for me to go.  I started to hand him over to a teacher and he started clinging.  I had to force him over there as he kept lunging for me.  Then he gave me the "saddest face in the world" and started crying.  I gave him a kiss, told him I loved him, and basically ran out of the room.  I stole a quick look back through the glass on the door and he was howling reaching at the door for me.  I quickly walked to my car, sat in the driver's seat, and commenced the crying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear that sound??? It's the sound of my heart breaking. This sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-8426607418285843080?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8426607418285843080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=8426607418285843080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/8426607418285843080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/8426607418285843080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2009/08/daycare-saga.html' title='The Daycare Saga'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-8758757441092085520</id><published>2009-07-31T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T21:54:04.157-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daycare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubbie'/><title type='text'>Pity Party, Table for One</title><content type='html'>I brought Bubbie to daycare for the first time today just to kind of introduce him (and me) to his teachers.  We stayed for 2 hours and he had fun.  It was kind of funny watching him interact with the other kids, but so hard to kind of let him do his thing.  I tried not to hover and just let him wander and explore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretty much knew he was going to go since February, but now that the time has come, I'm so sad - heartbroken even.  In fact, the day I found out I got a job, I was really excited.  But that night, I sobbed in bed knowing that Bubbie would be going off to daycare.  I hate that I'm not going to be with him all day, giving him kisses, snuggling with him, and watching him figure out fun things like pointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first walked in, I was struggling immediately knowing that in a week, he'd be there full time - from 6:30-4:30 every day.  I had to suck back tears a bunch.  The fact that the time has come is killing me.  Next week, I'll be dropping him off for a few hours every day.  By the end of the week, he'll be going almost all day. The following week, he'll be a daycare toddler. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dreading the look he'll give me when I leave.  I can't handle it.  I'm tearing up right now thinking about it.  I HATE THIS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-8758757441092085520?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8758757441092085520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=8758757441092085520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/8758757441092085520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/8758757441092085520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2009/07/pity-party-table-for-one.html' title='Pity Party, Table for One'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-5533622780692484567</id><published>2009-07-24T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T08:08:29.196-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daycare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubbie'/><title type='text'>Halle-freaking-luyah</title><content type='html'>I got a job!! I got a job!! I got a job!! I interviewed at this really awesome charter school last week and got the call last night that I got the job.  I'm so excited, but sooooooo sad that I won't be home with Bubbie every day.  The hardest part is that he's going to start going to get used to the daycare starting the first week of August and going full time the second week.  That leaves me with only 1 week left of being home full time.  :(  I'm so happy to be able to pay our mortgage and help B bring in some $$, but leaving Bubbie all day breaks my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-5533622780692484567?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5533622780692484567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=5533622780692484567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/5533622780692484567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/5533622780692484567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2009/07/halle-freaking-luyah.html' title='Halle-freaking-luyah'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-9174406786624666488</id><published>2009-07-14T16:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T16:24:23.372-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><title type='text'>It's hoooootttt</title><content type='html'>That is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-9174406786624666488?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/9174406786624666488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=9174406786624666488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/9174406786624666488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/9174406786624666488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-hoooootttt.html' title='It&apos;s hoooootttt'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-8875551315431609515</id><published>2009-07-11T11:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T11:56:25.785-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubbie'/><title type='text'>Where can I find a....</title><content type='html'>Bubbienese dictionary?  Now that he's got walking down, Bubbie is all about trying to talk.  Today he's been saying something that sounds like a mixture of "boy," "bear," and "book."  B and I cannot figure out what the heck he's saying.  I *think* it might be book.  So, if you come across a Bubbienese dictionary, please let me know. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-8875551315431609515?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8875551315431609515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=8875551315431609515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/8875551315431609515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/8875551315431609515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-can-i-find.html' title='Where can I find a....'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-8355367992358517268</id><published>2009-07-07T10:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T10:59:09.465-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubbie'/><title type='text'>On a lighter note...</title><content type='html'>My last few posts have been pretty Debbie Downer.  Sorry about that. :)  Anywho, Bubbie has been cracking me up with funny faces and generally being a super fun kid.  He's a walking machine and loves being chased right now. Good times!! Yay for toddlers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-8355367992358517268?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8355367992358517268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=8355367992358517268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/8355367992358517268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/8355367992358517268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-lighter-note.html' title='On a lighter note...'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-2715097616082028013</id><published>2009-06-30T09:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T09:03:57.775-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><title type='text'>I hate this</title><content type='html'>I was just offered an interview for a teaching position that I feel so obligated to take.  The hours suck for me because of where it's located. I would basically be gone from 6-6.  I would only get to see Bubbie in the morning and for an hour and a half before he goes to bed.  I don't know if I could do that everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But....I feel like I have to do the interview.  We are basically not going to be able to pay our mortgage as of August and B hates, HATES his job.  If I were to get a full time position, we'd be able to pay for the house and B would have more options in looking for a new job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this. And I hate money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-2715097616082028013?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2715097616082028013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=2715097616082028013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/2715097616082028013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/2715097616082028013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-hate-this.html' title='I hate this'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-7577826625824509809</id><published>2009-06-24T15:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T15:11:25.762-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><title type='text'>Yup, we're screwed</title><content type='html'>So, I didn't get any of the positions I interviewed for.  We're screwed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-7577826625824509809?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7577826625824509809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=7577826625824509809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/7577826625824509809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/7577826625824509809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2009/06/yup-were-screwed.html' title='Yup, we&apos;re screwed'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-4448194172811362716</id><published>2009-06-24T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T08:53:48.154-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><title type='text'>Trying not to cry</title><content type='html'>Yeah, got another rejection today.  So all I have left is one position that I interviewed for last week.  I don't know what we're going to do if I don't get that job. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-4448194172811362716?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4448194172811362716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=4448194172811362716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/4448194172811362716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/4448194172811362716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2009/06/trying-not-to-cry.html' title='Trying not to cry'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-3538603639261494318</id><published>2009-06-21T20:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:04:21.986-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><title type='text'>Once again, I am a slacker</title><content type='html'>So I haven't posted anything for about a month, but I blame it on stress.  I'm having to go back to work teaching and am really not looking forward to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only took leave from my old district because I was guaranteed a job when I came back off of leave.  Well, as the end of the school year came rolling a around, I started applying for jobs up where I live.  I've gotten interviews and I'm still waiting to hear if I got hired up here.  My old district offered me a job that's 40 minutes from my house and just a sucky position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They kept bugging me about taking it and after a week or two of asking for more time (to wait to hear about my interviews) I had to make a decision.  So, B and I talked and decided that I was going to resign my guaranteed job and just wait and see if I got one of the positions nearer to my home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soooooo freaking anxious, worried, stressed..... What if I don't get hired?  What are we going to do?  We need the money to make the mortgage payments, but can't afford to get day care for a full time job on minimum wage.  Please cross your fingers that one of the two jobs I interviewed for in the last two weeks offers me something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-3538603639261494318?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3538603639261494318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=3538603639261494318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/3538603639261494318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/3538603639261494318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2009/06/once-again-i-am-slacker.html' title='Once again, I am a slacker'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-5954167256779171814</id><published>2009-05-24T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T22:16:08.802-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubbie'/><title type='text'>Hi!  My name is Slacker!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/ShomvCBuOqI/AAAAAAAAAlI/pYe55JsWxOE/s1600-h/Nathan+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/ShomvCBuOqI/AAAAAAAAAlI/pYe55JsWxOE/s320/Nathan+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339622897640946338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So Bubbie's birthday party was 2 weeks ago and I'm just getting around to putting up pictures.  I do have an excuse though.  Between his party and today, Bubbie has started full on walking and finally FINALLY cut his two front teeth!  Woot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Shoj9GRBJXI/AAAAAAAAAkg/3E4BdL4oWQs/s1600-h/DSC02066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 185px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Shoj9GRBJXI/AAAAAAAAAkg/3E4BdL4oWQs/s320/DSC02066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339619840762127730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just to give you an idea of how it's been the past few weeks, here is a picture on Bubbie's actual birthday.  It was a rough day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the party...it was a lot of fun.  We reserved a covered picnic area at one of the gazillion parks here and basically just had a bbq.  We invited mostly family and a few friends.  There was a big playground for the older kids to play on and everyone else just kind of hung out and ate.  Good times.  So, without further ado - here are some pictures from Bubbie's first birthday party. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/ShojfG4xksI/AAAAAAAAAkY/de00UyLg4uI/s1600-h/Nathan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/ShojfG4xksI/AAAAAAAAAkY/de00UyLg4uI/s320/Nathan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339619325532803778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I made this t-shirt, thank you very much.  He absolutely loved the pinwheel from my brother and his family. Isn't this picture great?  A friend of mine took it.  I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Shokz_LGEFI/AAAAAAAAAko/hWU7KCqZRZo/s1600-h/DSC02076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Shokz_LGEFI/AAAAAAAAAko/hWU7KCqZRZo/s320/DSC02076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339620783751041106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bubbie wasn't feeling the smash cupcake.  He kind of fell apart when everyone sang to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Shol7llw6UI/AAAAAAAAAkw/q-x-Gk8Gv3M/s1600-h/Nathan+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 170px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Shol7llw6UI/AAAAAAAAAkw/q-x-Gk8Gv3M/s320/Nathan+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339622013834160450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then he kind of got into it, but didn't make nearly as big of a mess as I thought he would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have a pretty funny story about having his party at the park.  So one of my nieces is a very friendly little 5 year old.  She makes friends very easily and made of friend with one of the girls playing on the playground.  I'm going to say this girl was around 8. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm sitting talking with some of our guests when this random little girl comes up and starts getting a drink out of our cooler.  So I say to my niece, "Um, who's this?"  "Oh, my friend," she says. I think to myself, alright, we have plenty of drinks.  No harm done.  Then my niece asks this little girl if she wants a hot dog or burger.  Again, I'm like, okay...we have plenty of food, no big deal.  So the little girl gets a hot dog, no bun, per request.  Whatever.  I really didn't have the heart to tell my niece that her new little friend couldn't share with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, next thing you know the girls are all looking at the cake.  So I shoo them away telling them that it's not cake time yet.  I'm glad we got a cake at Costco and had the plastic wrap still on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then the little party crasher looks at me and says, "Well, I need my piece now because we're going to be leaving soon."  Excuse me?? You NEED your cake NOW??? I don't even know who the heck you are!  And YOUR cake, um that's Bubbie's cake and you aren't even a guest at this party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told them no and thought that was it.  Well my mom took my nieces to use the bathroom and this little girl followed them and proceeded to tell my mom the same thing about needing her cake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, little girl didn't get any cake.  I guess her grandma was "watching" her and didn't seem to care that she crashed our party.  Klassy.  I think that little girl has a future career as a wedding crasher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-5954167256779171814?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5954167256779171814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=5954167256779171814' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/5954167256779171814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/5954167256779171814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2009/05/hi-my-name-is-slacker.html' title='Hi!  My name is Slacker!'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/ShomvCBuOqI/AAAAAAAAAlI/pYe55JsWxOE/s72-c/Nathan+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-5136341009666944497</id><published>2009-05-10T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T20:43:08.157-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubbie'/><title type='text'>Last Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>I was bringing Bubbie home from the hospital.  He was only 4 days old.  I don't think anything will ever top that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day mommas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-5136341009666944497?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5136341009666944497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=5136341009666944497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/5136341009666944497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/5136341009666944497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-mothers-day.html' title='Last Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-1541108262462577846</id><published>2009-05-08T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T10:55:39.351-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubbie'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday My Sweet Boy!!</title><content type='html'>Bubbie is one today!! How is that even possible?  I feel like we just brought him home.  I'll post some pictures of his birthday party after we have it tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did my little baby go??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-1541108262462577846?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1541108262462577846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=1541108262462577846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/1541108262462577846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/1541108262462577846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-my-sweet-boy.html' title='Happy Birthday My Sweet Boy!!'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-3683660857307182806</id><published>2009-04-25T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T22:37:41.148-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><title type='text'>Thanks Weather</title><content type='html'>Way to go with cooling down weather, although it doesn't need to be cold.  Mid-70's would be perfect for Bubbie's big day.  Work on it.  You're almost perfect. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-3683660857307182806?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3683660857307182806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=3683660857307182806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/3683660857307182806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/3683660857307182806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2009/04/thanks-weather.html' title='Thanks Weather'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-680067217096059908</id><published>2009-04-21T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T22:38:48.750-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather'/><title type='text'>Holy Hot Weather Batman!</title><content type='html'>Really weather?? Really??!  It was 70 degrees 4 days ago and today we hit 100.  What the heck.  Does that mean by August when we get our hot weather, the temperature will be surface of the sun hot, because I can't handle that.  And you better get your act together, because Bubbie's birthday party at the park is in 3 weeks and this heat is unacceptable.  I mean, seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-680067217096059908?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/680067217096059908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=680067217096059908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/680067217096059908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/680067217096059908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2009/04/holy-hot-weather-batman.html' title='Holy Hot Weather Batman!'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-8570864169811031229</id><published>2009-04-08T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T08:15:13.491-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><title type='text'>The Green Monster</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Bubbie and I went to my friend's pool to hang out with her and some other friends.  They are all teachers, like myself, and are on Spring Break.  Out of the ones there, I'm the only one married. I'm also the only one with a kid out of all of my close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I was a little preoccupied while I was there feeding Bubbie, letting him test out the water, and basically being a mom.  The girls all love him and were really happy we came to visit.  As we were leaving to go home, the girls, lounging by the pool, started talking about their evening.  They were having a slumber party (fun!!) and dinner together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I know, I felt that twinge.  You know, the twinge of jealousy for the lack of responsibility that they have.  There they all were, hanging out by the pool, drinking their beer, and chatting about the fun they were going to have as I was packing up my son to take him home and praying that he'd take a nap in the car.  I remember those days.  It wasn't too long ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I glanced at Bubbie's sweet little face and the jealousy evaporated.  I mean, how could you not give all of that up for him?  He's everything I ever wanted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's funny, is that I know they're all jealous of me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-8570864169811031229?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8570864169811031229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=8570864169811031229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/8570864169811031229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/8570864169811031229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2009/04/green-monster.html' title='The Green Monster'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-6856820304106024679</id><published>2009-04-04T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T21:27:28.346-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teething'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubbie'/><title type='text'>Teeth?? Maybe??</title><content type='html'>So Bubbie still has 2 teeth.  He's almost 11 months old and has just these 2 little chompers.  It would be no big deal except for the fact that the little guy seems like he's in so much pain with the next ones coming in.  We're not really sure where they're coming in, but I'm hoping they're coming.  Tonight while I was getting him dressed after his bath, he had both hands shoved in his mouth to put pressure on his gums. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've tried baby Motrin, but it seems to be so much worse when it wears off in the middle of the night.  He wakes up screaming and we can't get him to calm down for easily an hour.  Poor little guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, Bubbie is turning into such a little boy - chasing cats, playing peek-a-boo behind the couch, and just generally being fun!  I can't believe he's going to be 1 soon.  It makes me a little sad, but I know that we're going to have so much fun together as he gets older.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-6856820304106024679?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6856820304106024679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=6856820304106024679' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/6856820304106024679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/6856820304106024679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2009/04/teeth-maybe.html' title='Teeth?? Maybe??'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-473604114800191974</id><published>2009-04-01T08:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T08:37:30.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome Layout</title><content type='html'>I just got this awesome layout for free from &lt;a href="http://leeloublogs.blogspot.com/"&gt;leeloublogs.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.  I love it.  The blog was recommended &lt;a href="http://talesofthemouse.blogspot.com/2009/03/tales-of-mouse-updated.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; from blogger WorkingMomTottums.  Thanks Tottums!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-473604114800191974?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/473604114800191974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=473604114800191974' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/473604114800191974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/473604114800191974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2009/04/awesome-layout.html' title='Awesome Layout'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-618993985318312348</id><published>2009-03-25T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T09:26:40.251-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubbie'/><title type='text'>I love</title><content type='html'>Being Bubbie's mom.  I love it.  Yes, it's tiring, especially when he feels that 5am is a good wake up time.  But when I see his smiling face every day, I melt.  Now that he's crawling and pulling up, my days are filled with chasing Bubbie down and keeping him from eating the cats' food.  It's so amazing seeing how much he has changed and grown over the past 10.5 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an especially heartwarming moment, for me at least, the other day while I did the dishes.  We've turned our dining room into a safe play area for Bubbie the other day and there is only one way he can escape from this room - through the kitchen.  So while he played, I cleaned dishes and straightened up the kitchen.  As I washed, I heard him crawl in, with his little hands slapping on the tile floor.  Next thing I know, he's crawled up behind me and pulled himself up on the backs of my legs and gave them a big hug.  That leg hug made my heart sing.  I love him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-618993985318312348?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/618993985318312348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=618993985318312348' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/618993985318312348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/618993985318312348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love.html' title='I love'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-175731954005515769</id><published>2009-03-10T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T08:54:01.872-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubbie'/><title type='text'>So.very.tired</title><content type='html'>I don't know if it's because Bubbie is crawling and pulling up on everything, but the last 4 nights have been hell.  He doesn't want me to leave the room.  He won't go to sleep on his own. And he needs to have the bathroom fan on for some reason.  The other night, he was awake from 2-4am.  He hasn't done that for months.  Please Bubbie, Mommy and Daddy need their sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-175731954005515769?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/175731954005515769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=175731954005515769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/175731954005515769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/175731954005515769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2009/03/soverytired.html' title='So.very.tired'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-1838293420360067</id><published>2009-02-26T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T21:30:56.073-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubbie'/><title type='text'>Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a crawler!</title><content type='html'>I just realized that I hadn't posted anything about Bubbie's foray into mobility. On the 17th, I was going to a mom's night out with our playgroup when Bubbie decided to not only sit himself up for the first time, but also bust out at really start crawling.  He had done a few "steps" here and there, but that night he went from one end of our area rug to the other.  Now, he's a crawling machine and is pulling up on everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited that he's reaching these milestones, but good lord, I'm a nervous wreck.  We have tile floors so every small tumble or fall can be pretty rough.  The pulling up business is giving me gray hair.  He pulls himself up and seems to forget that he's not really able to stand and just lets go.  Cue fall straight back.  On tile.  But I've been right behind him every time that has happened and caught him before he busted his bean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, today was a craptastic day.  He's definitely getting more teeth and didn't want his bottles.  He was constipated from the meatballs he sampled last night.  Then top it all of, the pulling up business landed him with a big goose egg and bruise on his forehead.  Bubbie has decided that his cube bookshelf is not allowed to have books in it.  He was pulling books out while leaning and arm on one of the vertical pieces when his arm gave way and he clocked himself on the corner of the piece.  It looked like it really hurt and he was howling! My poor Bubbie.  I feel so bad that I didn't have my hand there to block his head or that I just didn't catch him in time.  The ironic thing is that Brad and I had just talked about switching out that bookshelf for a rounder one the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you have a mobile kid, you find sharp corners everywhere.  At this rate, I think I'm going to have to go buy some hair dye soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-1838293420360067?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1838293420360067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=1838293420360067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/1838293420360067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/1838293420360067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2009/02/ladies-and-gentlemen-we-have-crawler.html' title='Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a crawler!'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-3438750394382049420</id><published>2009-02-19T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T15:29:32.604-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing'/><title type='text'>Happy Day</title><content type='html'>I'm pretty proud of myself right now.  I just sold 3 pairs of baby shoes to a woman in my playgroup. I've got another pair in the works for another woman.  Aaaannnnd another friend of mine wants to buy 2 sets of fabric blocks.  Yay me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-3438750394382049420?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3438750394382049420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=3438750394382049420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/3438750394382049420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/3438750394382049420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-day.html' title='Happy Day'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-4792714496470920887</id><published>2009-02-12T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T12:34:35.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Month Stats</title><content type='html'>We had Bubbie's 9 month appointment yesterday and here are the stats on my tall, skinny boy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Length: 29 5/8"&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 19.04oz&lt;br /&gt;Head: 18.25"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-4792714496470920887?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4792714496470920887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=4792714496470920887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/4792714496470920887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/4792714496470920887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2009/02/9-month-stats.html' title='9 Month Stats'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-1281578787110260792</id><published>2009-02-10T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:05:40.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's my pot o' gold?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/SZJr6pm575I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/YCoCg-iLPVI/s1600-h/0209091616b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/SZJr6pm575I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/YCoCg-iLPVI/s400/0209091616b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301418366714113938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had a lot of rain over the past fews days and yesterday the weather was just weird.  There would be an intense downpour and then sunny skies as the storm moved through.  In the midst of it all, B and I saw the most complete rainbow I've ever seen.  It was awesome - a full arch where we could see what looked like the beginning and end.  The weird thing was that we were going to get family pictures done with my parents and brother with the photographer that did our wedding.  We got a rainbow that day too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-1281578787110260792?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1281578787110260792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=1281578787110260792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/1281578787110260792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/1281578787110260792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2009/02/wheres-my-pot-o-gold.html' title='Where&apos;s my pot o&apos; gold?'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/SZJr6pm575I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/YCoCg-iLPVI/s72-c/0209091616b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-374764395075423031</id><published>2009-02-10T22:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T22:08:33.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The blanket</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/SZJrR-Em-7I/AAAAAAAAAdI/84zy8IVFTmU/s1600-h/0210092135a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/SZJrR-Em-7I/AAAAAAAAAdI/84zy8IVFTmU/s400/0210092135a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301417667832773554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the blanket I was making when Emma decided to eat my needle.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-374764395075423031?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/374764395075423031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=374764395075423031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/374764395075423031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/374764395075423031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2009/02/blanket.html' title='The blanket'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/SZJrR-Em-7I/AAAAAAAAAdI/84zy8IVFTmU/s72-c/0210092135a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-7563346893068070066</id><published>2009-02-07T22:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:07:13.633-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><title type='text'>The $1200 Blanket</title><content type='html'>So, I'm making a ribbon blanket for a friend of mine that I am appliqueing a name on.  I do this by using fusible webbing on the applique and then doing a basket stitch around the letters with embroidery floss.  There I am sewing away and have just a little (read: 1 cm) heart that I had to finish. As I was getting some stabilizer for the heart, B suddenly said our cat Emma had some pink string.  The pink string with a needle on it.  I quickly looked and sure enough, there was no needle on the string.  We tried to get it from her and she took off upstairs.  I was finally able to approach her and pulled the string when it suddenly stopped.  There was tension.  Emma took a swipe at me and next thing I know the string is on the floor, sans needle.  Yup, my cat swallowed a needle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emma was our first cat, our first furbaby. So in a panic, I called an emergency vet in our area who told me to bring her in for an xray.  Sure enough, the needle was in there, but it was lying horizontally in her throat.  The vet told me that they would have to use an endoscope and special tools to pull it out of her throat, which they couldn't do there.  They had to check with another emergency vet about 20 minutes away to see if they could do the procedure there.  Luckily they could.  If they couldn't I would have had to go to another clinic about 1.5 hour away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So right now, my poor cat Emma is being anesthetized, intubated, and scoped to get a stupid needle out. The blanket I sold for $14 has now cost me $1200.  Damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-7563346893068070066?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7563346893068070066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=7563346893068070066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/7563346893068070066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/7563346893068070066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2009/02/1200-blanket.html' title='The $1200 Blanket'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-1090065750641332178</id><published>2009-02-06T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T15:20:16.811-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiring'/><title type='text'>Update on prior happy ending post</title><content type='html'>So, I posted a while ago about a woman in my mom's group who was going to be adopting her cousin's baby who was born early after the mother passed away from appendicitis.  She found out today that the baby was going to allowed to go home with them on Monday and she and her husband were ecstatic.  That is, until 5 minutes later when the social worker told her that the baby's father suddenly wants to be a dad.  Granted, he was no where to be seen during the mother's pregnancy or even there when the baby was delivered and the mother died.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bad for the woman.  She and her family had already taken this baby in their hearts be theirs.  I know that the baby's father has rights, but honestly, the baby was born more than a month ago.  Where was he then?  Why didn't he "man up" when his son needed him most?  I feels so terrible for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-1090065750641332178?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1090065750641332178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=1090065750641332178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/1090065750641332178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/1090065750641332178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2009/02/update-on-prior-inspiring-post.html' title='Update on prior happy ending post'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-2294217668038342933</id><published>2009-02-06T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T10:53:27.318-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubbie'/><title type='text'>Laugh along with Bubbie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-221b969b88a313a7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D221b969b88a313a7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331708003%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1AA3DDD4726D7A66E1CE5FFD98BD97947E02B3F9.20CABC11C1F0DCA1D8A33D5F5FD40DD4DF3D9765%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D221b969b88a313a7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DY46gSGOvH1cO2fCv3pnqbui46EI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D221b969b88a313a7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331708003%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1AA3DDD4726D7A66E1CE5FFD98BD97947E02B3F9.20CABC11C1F0DCA1D8A33D5F5FD40DD4DF3D9765%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D221b969b88a313a7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DY46gSGOvH1cO2fCv3pnqbui46EI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally caught Bubbie really laughing on video.  I love him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-2294217668038342933?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=221b969b88a313a7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2294217668038342933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=2294217668038342933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/2294217668038342933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/2294217668038342933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2009/02/laugh-along-with-bubbie_06.html' title='Laugh along with Bubbie!'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-4510084369288251487</id><published>2009-02-01T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:07:54.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Must.stop.reading.blogs</title><content type='html'>I really need to stop reading blogs.  No really.  So many blogs are done by moms who have lost a child and I can't stop reading them.  Cancer, disease, accidents....they all happen and it scares the crap out of me.  I don't know how these families cope with the loss of their child and I cannot imagine the grief.  I always felt empathy for people who have lost a child, but now that I am a mother, the empathy is so much deeper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a scare with Bubbie back in September caused by a simple photograph.  I take lots of pictures of him and ran across one that had a very strange reflection in his eye.  I know this is quite common, especially with digital cameras, but I decided to better be safe than sorry.  My mom and I took Bubbie to his pediatrician just to get his eye checked.  During the appointment, the doctor used that little eye light thing to take a peek into Bubbie's eyes.  After a few minutes, he said that he might see something in there and that we had to take him to a pediatric opthamologist as soon as possible.  This was on a Friday and our appointment was made for Monday morning.  B was working but met us at the doctor's office after the appointment.  Needless to say, we were all a mess.  I have only seen my husband really cry once before then - when his sister died.  He was so worried about our little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a very emotional and stressful weekend, we took Bubbie to the pediatric opthamologist.  Bubbie was battling a cold and had to have his eyes dilated.  He was not a happy camper.  The doctor called us in and did the exam.  After the longest 5 minutes of my life, he said that Bubbie's eyes were clear, both had astigmatisms and one was near sighted and the other far, but clear.  The relief I felt at the moment was so immense that I had to keep myself from bursting into tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only wish that more families could have that feeling of relief instead of the pain that they have felt from losing a child.  I always have those families in my thoughts....always.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-4510084369288251487?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4510084369288251487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=4510084369288251487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/4510084369288251487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/4510084369288251487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2009/02/muststopreadingblogs.html' title='Must.stop.reading.blogs'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-7699025605686286762</id><published>2009-01-29T17:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T17:12:30.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The apple doesn't fall far...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/SYJT3P5epfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/0X-NOrss1dA/s1600-h/Mom+and+Son.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/SYJT3P5epfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/0X-NOrss1dA/s400/Mom+and+Son.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296888320366650866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's Bubbie on the left and me on the right.  Just had to share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-7699025605686286762?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7699025605686286762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=7699025605686286762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/7699025605686286762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/7699025605686286762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2009/01/apple-doesnt-fall-far.html' title='The apple doesn&apos;t fall far...'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/SYJT3P5epfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/0X-NOrss1dA/s72-c/Mom+and+Son.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-1411731291171364011</id><published>2009-01-29T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T10:26:22.565-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giveaway'/><title type='text'>Fun Sock Monkey Shirt Giveaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/SYHw6GMrYaI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/JwRZo-oHgFo/s1600-h/il_430xN.53893145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/SYHw6GMrYaI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/JwRZo-oHgFo/s400/il_430xN.53893145.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296779517651280290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like sock monkeys, check out this awesome giveaway at &lt;a href="http://jackandjake.blogspot.com/2009/01/valentines-day-sock-monkey-t-shirt.html"&gt;http://jackandjake.blogspot.com/2009/01/valentines-day-sock-monkey-t-shirt.html&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;a href="mamamade.etsy.com"&gt;MamaMade&lt;/a&gt; is an Etsy shop with amazing baby goodies.  It is run by a mom and she makes great stuff.  Check it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-1411731291171364011?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1411731291171364011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=1411731291171364011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/1411731291171364011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/1411731291171364011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2009/01/fun-sock-monkey-shirt-giveaway.html' title='Fun Sock Monkey Shirt Giveaway'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/SYHw6GMrYaI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/JwRZo-oHgFo/s72-c/il_430xN.53893145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-6781474324902864970</id><published>2009-01-28T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:09:18.421-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Baby Survey</title><content type='html'>I saw a this fun survey over at &lt;a href="http://itsababything.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://itsababything.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;  by &lt;span class="inlineLink" onclick="window.open('/cs/ks/user/default.aspx?UserName=JnJ04')"&gt;JnJ04 on the Bump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="inlineLink" onclick="window.open('/cs/ks/user/default.aspx?UserName=JnJ04')"&gt;. It's all about you and your first baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 1st baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Were you married at the time? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. What were your reactions when you found out:&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;We were trying so I was very excited and in disbelief.  I remember coming downstairs with the test and asking B if he saw a line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. How old were you? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4. How did you find out you were pregnant? &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I took an EPT test, then a digital one the next day just to confirm it with the word "pregnant."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5. Who did you tell first? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;B and then my parents and brother (and his family). We gave them baby shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;6. Did you want to find out the sex? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Yup!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;7. Did you deliver early or late? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;2 days early&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;8. Due date: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;May 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Did you have morning sickness? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Only once when I was in Chicago at 6 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;10. What did you crave? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Strawberry milk and yogurt.  I swore my son was going to end up with red hair.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p&gt;11. Who irritated you the most? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;My students. I taught 6th grade and some of those gets just got under my skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;12. What was your first child’s Sex? &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;13. How many pounds did you gain throughout the pregnancy? &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;40 - but I think it was mostly water since I lost 30 during the 4 days after delivering Bubbie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Did you have any complications during your pregnancy? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;No, but we did end with a c-section after my water broke 12 hours earlier with meconium in it and even after using Pitocin, I stalled at 7cm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Where did you give birth? &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;San Diego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. How long were you in labor? &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;12 hours from the time my water broke to the time Bubbie was delivered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;17. Who drove you to the hospital? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;B and my mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p&gt;18. Who watched? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Well, while I was in labor, B and my parents were there.  My brother came by too.  But, since I had a c-section, only B and a bunch of medical staff actual were there when Bubbie was born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;19. Was it natural or c-section? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;C-section&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;20. Did you take medicine to ease the pain? &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Heck yes!  I hadn't had any contractions and after my water broke I was having 1 every 3 minutes. It was like being induced. I got an epidural as soon as I could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;21. How much did your child weigh? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;8lbs, 9 oz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt;22. What did you name him/her? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;23. How old is your first born today? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;8 months, 2 weeks, 6 days (according to my ticker) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-6781474324902864970?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6781474324902864970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=6781474324902864970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/6781474324902864970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/6781474324902864970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby-survey.html' title='Baby Survey'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-6519823623856096420</id><published>2009-01-28T08:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:09:58.788-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Oops</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/SYCNDMwF3kI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Pbchd567YpI/s1600-h/0128090846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/SYCNDMwF3kI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Pbchd567YpI/s400/0128090846.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296388247889763906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens to the lids of Bubbie's bottles when they fall into the bottom of the dishwasher and get stuck on the heating element.  Oops.  Guess I won't be putting those in there any more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-6519823623856096420?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6519823623856096420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=6519823623856096420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/6519823623856096420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/6519823623856096420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2009/01/oops.html' title='Oops'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/SYCNDMwF3kI/AAAAAAAAAMw/Pbchd567YpI/s72-c/0128090846.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-6894260810080645792</id><published>2009-01-27T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T14:55:53.050-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiring'/><title type='text'>Sad story with a happy ending</title><content type='html'>There's a woman in my mommy group that is truly inspiring.  Right around Christmas, her cousin passed away from appendicitis.  I have never heard of someone dying from that, but it happened.  Sadly, she was also 7.5  months pregnant.  They were able to save that baby and he is currently at the NICU.  The baby has an un-named father and was destined for foster care.  This woman, I'll call her Karen, could not see her cousin's child go off to foster care so she and her husband have decided to adopt the baby.  There was bunch of legal stuff that happened because she was not first cousins with the girl.  But, happily, she is going to get to take the baby home in a few weeks.  Her own daughter just turned a year old and "Karen" will be able to nurse the baby.  For her to take this baby into her home as her own, even nursing him, is such a noble act and I feel honored to be in a group with her. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-6894260810080645792?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6894260810080645792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=6894260810080645792' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/6894260810080645792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/6894260810080645792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2009/01/sad-story-with-happy-ending.html' title='Sad story with a happy ending'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-2580802245925038631</id><published>2009-01-20T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T21:16:34.585-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Great Answer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="inlineLink" onclick="window.open('/cs/ks/user/default.aspx?UserName=Mere7706')"&gt;Mere7706 from the Bump posted this great answer to a the question about why friends with kids don't have time.  Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i44.tinypic.com/hsjjg0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 591px; height: 640px;" src="http://i44.tinypic.com/hsjjg0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="inlineLink" onclick="window.open('/cs/ks/user/default.aspx?UserName=Mere7706')"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-2580802245925038631?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2580802245925038631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=2580802245925038631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/2580802245925038631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/2580802245925038631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2009/01/great-answer.html' title='Great Answer'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i44.tinypic.com/hsjjg0_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-3508305142813361223</id><published>2009-01-20T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:16:53.129-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obama'/><title type='text'>Inspired</title><content type='html'>I feel so lucky today to be witnessing history unfolding before me as President Barack Obama took office.  It's amazing that just 40 something years ago African American students could go to school with white students in some states and now we have an African Amercian president.  I have high hopes for what he can do for our country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-3508305142813361223?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3508305142813361223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=3508305142813361223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/3508305142813361223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/3508305142813361223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2009/01/inspired.html' title='Inspired'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-3448589507063229688</id><published>2009-01-19T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T12:38:05.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubbie's first post</title><content type='html'>Bubbie was fascinated with my laptop today, so I gambled and let him bang on the keys.  Here's his first post on the blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"bf ggg    b  b vhn 9b8iiiijnn rterdf     gb bp[;l .  frc hgv  ;zC YFGVB"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that means, "My teeth hurt and I can't stop the drool from pouring out of my mouth." Well, he probably would have posted a whole lot more, but his typing starting getting crazy aggressive. Ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-3448589507063229688?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3448589507063229688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=3448589507063229688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/3448589507063229688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/3448589507063229688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2009/01/bubbies-first-post.html' title='Bubbie&apos;s first post'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-3729658596458455263</id><published>2009-01-16T21:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T21:41:38.267-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baking'/><title type='text'>Top o' the Muffin to Ya!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm making &lt;a href="http://www.armchair.com/recipe/amish/amish.html"&gt;Amish Friendship bread&lt;/a&gt; tonight after the 10 day process of smushing the bag and waiting.  I didn't have 2 large loaf pans, only 1. Soo, I used the large pan and decided to make muffins with the rest of the batter.  The recipe I used called for dusting the pan after greasing with a combo of cinnamon and sugar.  I figured that if I was going to do muffins, I'd do the same thing.  Well, I'm not so sure that was such a good idea.  The muffins finished before the bread so I let them cool expecting them to pull away from the sides of the pan like the bread does.  Yeah, didn't happen.  When I tried to take the muffins out of the tin, the tops popped right off.  So now I have a few muffin tops and some mangled muffin bottoms.  At least they taste good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/SXFvaJwjzlI/AAAAAAAAAB4/_zTbIGQ880M/s1600-h/Photo+20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/SXFvaJwjzlI/AAAAAAAAAB4/_zTbIGQ880M/s320/Photo+20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292133532223917650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-3729658596458455263?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3729658596458455263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=3729658596458455263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/3729658596458455263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/3729658596458455263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2009/01/top-o-muffin-to-ya.html' title='Top o&apos; the Muffin to Ya!'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/SXFvaJwjzlI/AAAAAAAAAB4/_zTbIGQ880M/s72-c/Photo+20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-1640848384585858541</id><published>2009-01-16T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:12:00.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well that's good news</title><content type='html'>We found out that B's paycut isn't as bad as we originally thought.  I guess, payroll forgot to take out vacation for the days after Christmas and New Years (which were unpaid holidays) so he wasn't paid for about 18 hours.  So, it's not going to be $350 less each check. The other bit of good news is that B is back on salary due to some adjustments within the company.  I'm so happy about that.  I've gotten so used to budgeting with the same amount in each check that I was worried about getting paychecks of different amounts.  So, things are looking up. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-1640848384585858541?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1640848384585858541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=1640848384585858541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/1640848384585858541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/1640848384585858541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2009/01/well-thats-good-news.html' title='Well that&apos;s good news'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-9144182634299282816</id><published>2009-01-10T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:12:26.274-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><title type='text'>Awesome</title><content type='html'>We got B's latest paycheck today.  Yeah, that pay cut really hurt.  It was about $350 less than we are used to.  Awesome.  Looks like we are now having to deal with a $700 loss from his paychecks each month.  I'm a little worried.  I had to apply at Walmart today because they are actually hiring.  So, hopefully with subbing and a possible part time job, we'll be able to make it until July when I start getting my teacher paycheck again.  Let's pray for a good tax return...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-9144182634299282816?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/9144182634299282816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=9144182634299282816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/9144182634299282816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/9144182634299282816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2009/01/awesome.html' title='Awesome'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-8924476027628687975</id><published>2009-01-09T15:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T13:59:52.207-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teething'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubbie'/><title type='text'>At least 4 teeth in there</title><content type='html'>I checked and we actually have progress with Bubbie's teeth!!  I can see 3 tooth buds and being that most of the time teeth come in pairs, I'm assuming there are at least 4 teeth coming in. Holy cow!! I didn't get any teeth until I was 8 months old and I got 4 at once. So, I wouldn't be surprised if there are more coming in on the top.  Crazy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-8924476027628687975?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8924476027628687975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=8924476027628687975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/8924476027628687975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/8924476027628687975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2009/01/at-least-4-teeth-in-there.html' title='At least 4 teeth in there'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-6813007191220647156</id><published>2009-01-09T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T10:09:36.867-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubbie'/><title type='text'>4:13</title><content type='html'>That is the time Bubbie decided would be good to wake up today.  4 FREAKING 13 AM!  Yesterday, he slept until 7am and took 2 phenomenal naps.  I'm telling you he's messing with me!!!!  I got him to stay in bed until 5, but had to rock him back to sleep.  That took 30 minutes.  He finally woke up for good at 6.  I am so freaking tired.  And, still, no teeth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-6813007191220647156?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6813007191220647156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=6813007191220647156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/6813007191220647156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/6813007191220647156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2009/01/413.html' title='4:13'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-8241493905356865747</id><published>2009-01-08T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T15:07:55.973-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teething'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubbie'/><title type='text'>He's messing with me</title><content type='html'>Bubbie is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still &lt;/span&gt;teething.  He has 0 teeth and has been having the classic teething signs for going on 3 months here.  Good times.  That being said, I have high hopes that he'll actually have some teeth by the end of the month.  I didn't have any teeth until I was 8 months (which is today!) and I ended up getting 4 at once.  As for him messing with me....over the past few days, he's been either super happy baby or hysterical crying baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday - sobbing crying after taking a whopping 45 minute nap; will not eat his bottle or chew on a wet washcloth which is usually the best thing since sliced bread for him; resorted to Baby Motrin to help with the pain; sleeps for 30 minutes and wakes up again still in a foul mood.&lt;br /&gt;**Side note: why is Baby Motrin berry flavored?  I mean, he doesn't eat anything remotely close to its flavor.  It smells like cotton candy and he HATES it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday - wakes up at 5:30am, good times; grumpy; sort of eating bottles; very clingy; takes two 45 minute naps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday - wakes up at 5 freaking 30 again! but in a good mood; sleeps for almost 2 hours for his first nap and 2 for his second; fabulous mood all day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF Bubbie??  Tuesday threw a wrench in our whole day with the lack of quality naps.  I had planned on cleaning during his naps.  So, Wednesday I was all set for him to take crappy naps. I put him down thinking that he'll be up any minute.  So what do I do?  Throw a load of diapers in the wash and fool around on the computer.  I kept thinking, "Anytime now he'll wake up."  I didn't want to start anything that I couldn't finish during his nap like washing the floors, which badly need it.  Instead, I did nothing.  He's messing with my head.  I know it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-8241493905356865747?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8241493905356865747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=8241493905356865747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/8241493905356865747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/8241493905356865747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2009/01/hes-messing-with-me.html' title='He&apos;s messing with me'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-1728480642060090988</id><published>2009-01-02T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T22:22:38.892-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='EcoNest'/><title type='text'>Part of the EcoNest</title><content type='html'>I am now a member of the EcoNest - Eco Friendly Nesties Etsy Team.  That also means that I am part of their &lt;a href="http://teameconest.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; where I can post.  If you are interested in the kinds of cool items created by this team, search &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;team econest&lt;/span&gt; on Etsy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-1728480642060090988?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1728480642060090988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=1728480642060090988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/1728480642060090988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/1728480642060090988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2009/01/part-of-econest.html' title='Part of the EcoNest'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-4890198195906296243</id><published>2009-01-01T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T17:52:54.906-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luck'/><title type='text'>A happy new year with a praying mantis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/SV1xJ-wzxnI/AAAAAAAAABo/jXpL4d7KXwI/s1600-h/663px-Praying_mantis_india.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/SV1xJ-wzxnI/AAAAAAAAABo/jXpL4d7KXwI/s320/663px-Praying_mantis_india.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286505953883309682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year everyone!  I'm hoping that this year is a good one.  2008 was rough for us.  Probably the most stressful year of my life.  I think the birth of our son was probably the only good thing that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have high hopes for 2009 with our new President. There are a lot of expectations on him to "save the world" from this horrible global economy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, during a walk today with my mom and Bubbie, we spotted a praying mantis chilling on the sidewalk.  They are supposedly good luck.  I take this as a good omen being that it is the first day of 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all had a Happy New Year!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-4890198195906296243?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4890198195906296243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=4890198195906296243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/4890198195906296243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/4890198195906296243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-and-praying-mantis.html' title='A happy new year with a praying mantis'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/SV1xJ-wzxnI/AAAAAAAAABo/jXpL4d7KXwI/s72-c/663px-Praying_mantis_india.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-3048625981043334780</id><published>2008-12-26T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T17:52:37.114-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bubbie'/><title type='text'>He's not spoiled</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/SVXFBooFgkI/AAAAAAAAABg/qK6sAeC10TE/s1600-h/DSC01273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/SVXFBooFgkI/AAAAAAAAABg/qK6sAeC10TE/s320/DSC01273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284346369665237570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay, so the majority of the stuff that Bubbie got for Christmas is of the plastic variety, but we're working on getting things more eco-friendly one step at a time.  I just had to post this picture of all of the stuff that he got from his grandparents and aunts and uncles.  We only got him the Jumperoo, bath toys, and stuffed dinosaurs. The rest is from family!  He's not spoiled or anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-3048625981043334780?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3048625981043334780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=3048625981043334780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/3048625981043334780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/3048625981043334780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2008/12/hes-not-spoiled.html' title='He&apos;s not spoiled'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/SVXFBooFgkI/AAAAAAAAABg/qK6sAeC10TE/s72-c/DSC01273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-7084987494352984094</id><published>2008-12-26T21:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T17:53:10.578-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craftiness'/><title type='text'>Finished Bubbie's Blocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/SVXENT1TXgI/AAAAAAAAABY/qG9ADx-JUuk/s1600-h/DSC01241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/SVXENT1TXgI/AAAAAAAAABY/qG9ADx-JUuk/s320/DSC01241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284345470730329602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are the blocks I made for Bubbie.  I finished them on Christmas morning during his first nap of the day.  I think they turned out really cute!  I like how they turned out so much that I'm planning on making them for my Etsy shop too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-7084987494352984094?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7084987494352984094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=7084987494352984094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/7084987494352984094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/7084987494352984094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2008/12/finished-bubbies-blocks.html' title='Finished Bubbie&apos;s Blocks'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/SVXENT1TXgI/AAAAAAAAABY/qG9ADx-JUuk/s72-c/DSC01241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-146041230169635018</id><published>2008-12-24T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T10:36:26.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>I know it's a day early, but Merry Christmas!  I hope you have a wonderful day with your families.  Oh, and Happy Hanukkah a couple of days late. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-146041230169635018?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/146041230169635018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=146041230169635018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/146041230169635018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/146041230169635018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-4357756302211930911</id><published>2008-12-23T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T21:43:37.686-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas cookies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baking'/><title type='text'>I apparently cannot do fractions</title><content type='html'>I'm making sugar cookies tonight from a mix.  Yes, a mix - I shudder at this being that I usually make 3-5 different kinds of Christmas cookies from scratch.  But, due to the fact that I am on leave this year, I have no one to share that many cookies with.  I usually make all of those cookies as gifts for my principal, office staff, janitors, librarian, as well as share with our families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, after running out of time to make a plethora of cookies for family members, I decided to bust out a Betty Crocker sugar cookie mix that I got from my mom who got a gigantic box of 6 pouches from Costco.  Anywho, there are instructions for making more than one pouch.  I wanted to make 2 pouches at a time.  I got the first batches done before Bubbie had to go to bed much to the delight of Brad who taste tested a couple and approved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Bubbie was in bed, I came downstairs and for some reason decided that I made the last batch wrong.  I got it in my head that I had added too much butter.  The mix called for 2/3 cup and I though I put in 1 1/3 cup.  "Alright," I thought.  "I'll just use the left overs from the sticks that I cut to make the batches correctly...."   I made another batch and kept commenting that the dough was really dry and I think that recipe is wrong.  Well, as the last tray was cooking, I realized something: I had to cut 2 sticks of butter to get 1/3 cup from each stick.  I didn't get 2/3 cup from each stick.  I also realized that the leftover pieces from the sticks I cut didn't even equal to the amount I thought I needed.  Yeah.  I apparently cannot do fractions or read and I'm a freaking science teacher!  Needless to say, that second batch of cookies is hard as a rock and will be residing in our house.  I miss my old cookies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-4357756302211930911?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4357756302211930911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=4357756302211930911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/4357756302211930911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/4357756302211930911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-apparently-cannot-do-fractions.html' title='I apparently cannot do fractions'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-179637935267686222</id><published>2008-12-15T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:13:33.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the words of my 4 year old niece: "I'm freaking out here!"</title><content type='html'>B works for a small electrical company that has been doing pretty steady work for the past 10 years or so.  With the economy the way it is, construction has slowed, a lot.  I'm really nervous because according to the owner, if they don't get more work soon, the company will go under by February.  Crap.  So, everyone in the company has taken a pay cut.  B is back in the field as well as managing projects.  B had to let go of 2 guys last Friday taking their electricians down to 5 including B.  He had 27 guys reporting to him last summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just praying that the company stays afloat.  So freaking out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-179637935267686222?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/179637935267686222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=179637935267686222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/179637935267686222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/179637935267686222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-words-of-my-4-year-old-niece-im.html' title='In the words of my 4 year old niece: &quot;I&apos;m freaking out here!&quot;'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-2508847781896505229</id><published>2008-12-07T09:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T09:49:41.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update to Stupid Post Office</title><content type='html'>My buyer got her shoes on Thursday - almost a week after it said it was delivered.  Weird.  Now at least I don't have to make another pair of shoes and a blanket, for free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-2508847781896505229?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2508847781896505229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=2508847781896505229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/2508847781896505229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/2508847781896505229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2008/12/update-to-stupid-post-office.html' title='Update to Stupid Post Office'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-2849214381285288698</id><published>2008-12-05T12:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T13:02:14.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Post Office!!</title><content type='html'>So I sold a pair of shoes along with a PIF blanket on my Etsy site.  Yay!!  I busted out the shoes in one evening and mailed them the day before Thanksgiving.  I tracked it as its way across the country and on Saturday, it was delivered.  All sounds great, right?  Wrong.  The woman who bought the shoes didn't get them.  The package was delievered according the tracking number, but who knows what happened to it.  Grr.  Now I have to make another pair of shoes and a new blanket, ship them out, and pray that they actually get to the buyer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I won a free banner and logo for my shop from &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5943099"&gt;Seventeen Stone&lt;/a&gt; on Etsy for my PIF blanket!  How rad is that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-2849214381285288698?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2849214381285288698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=2849214381285288698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/2849214381285288698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/2849214381285288698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2008/12/stupid-post-office.html' title='Stupid Post Office!!'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-6711017212806696953</id><published>2008-11-29T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T19:49:40.915-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teething's other bit of fun</title><content type='html'>As I've said before, teething sucks.  My poor little guy still doesn't have any teeth, but I believe the teething gods are striking again.  He's been so drooly and chewing on EVERYTHING!  Now, he's getting the fun of excess drool diaper rash.  Basically the drool makes him poop way too much and his poor butt gets all red and painful. :(  This started this morning and by this afternoon, every time we changed him and touched him with a wipe, he'd start screaming and crying.  I'm hoping that we can get this under control tomorrow.  I hate to see him in pain.  I hope these teeth make their appearance soon because 3 weeks of this has be terrible.  Damn you teething gods, damn you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-6711017212806696953?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6711017212806696953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=6711017212806696953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/6711017212806696953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/6711017212806696953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2008/11/teethings-other-bit-of-fun.html' title='Teething&apos;s other bit of fun'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-4157509076753077044</id><published>2008-11-27T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T08:37:20.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>I hope everyone has a safe and happy Thanksgiving!  Gobble gobble!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-4157509076753077044?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4157509076753077044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=4157509076753077044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/4157509076753077044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/4157509076753077044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-4890585971042216750</id><published>2008-11-25T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T22:36:56.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun blocks for Bubbie</title><content type='html'>I'm making Bubbie some fabric blocks for Christmas with that spell out his name.  Here's the first one of 6.  For some reason, the squares came out a little wonky, but I still think it's cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/SSzt6aQyJnI/AAAAAAAAABA/NXn_Vfwoqrw/s1600-h/Photo+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/SSzt6aQyJnI/AAAAAAAAABA/NXn_Vfwoqrw/s320/Photo+8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272850851481921138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/SSzt-EfbDMI/AAAAAAAAABI/cGixD9w4Ad4/s1600-h/Photo+9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/SSzt-EfbDMI/AAAAAAAAABI/cGixD9w4Ad4/s320/Photo+9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272850914357218498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sides with the letters are made of flannel.  The print fabric is Michael Miller Retro Rocket Rascal and the white is minkee.  Just have 5 more to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-4890585971042216750?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4890585971042216750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=4890585971042216750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/4890585971042216750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/4890585971042216750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2008/11/fun-blocks-for-bubbie.html' title='Fun blocks for Bubbie'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/SSzt6aQyJnI/AAAAAAAAABA/NXn_Vfwoqrw/s72-c/Photo+8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-5301454207408227293</id><published>2008-11-21T09:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T21:05:13.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumperoo video</title><content type='html'>I thought I'd post the video of Bubbie's first time in his Jumperoo.  When he first got in it, all he wanted to do was play with the toys.  Then, he realized that "Hey!  I can bounce in this thing!" So great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4674b75ca99504dd" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4674b75ca99504dd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331708003%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D65E0BC5640AACA74DC2A863898D66B690CF4EAC.880CA47CA485F41C6B3A9D3F83A4E87222D2650%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4674b75ca99504dd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnK8kaeuo6D7tCjYMS_q3Sjl7ODU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4674b75ca99504dd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331708003%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D65E0BC5640AACA74DC2A863898D66B690CF4EAC.880CA47CA485F41C6B3A9D3F83A4E87222D2650%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4674b75ca99504dd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DnK8kaeuo6D7tCjYMS_q3Sjl7ODU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-5301454207408227293?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4674b75ca99504dd&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/5301454207408227293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=5301454207408227293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/5301454207408227293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/5301454207408227293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2008/11/jumperoo-video.html' title='Jumperoo video'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-6208773334655816290</id><published>2008-11-21T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T09:40:58.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ladies and Gentemen, we have a pincher</title><content type='html'>Somehow, Bubbie's tiny baby hands have mastered the art of pinching.  How he gets his hands around the skin on your neck or your hands is beyond me.  And man, it hurts!!  He got me this morning while he was eating his bottle.  I have to face him out from me now so he can look around, but he still likes to reach back and grab.  Sometimes, he'll grab my hair, but this morning he grabbed a handful of neck skin and pinched.  It hurt sooo freaking bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-6208773334655816290?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6208773334655816290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=6208773334655816290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/6208773334655816290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/6208773334655816290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2008/11/ladies-and-gentemen-we-have-pincher.html' title='Ladies and Gentemen, we have a pincher'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-8660325538996765902</id><published>2008-11-19T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T13:04:43.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumperoo I love you!</title><content type='html'>We got Bubbie a Jumperoo for Christmas and gave it to him early.  I think it's the greatest thing ever.  He loves it!  I think he would stay in it for hours if we let him.  Thank you Fisher Price for making such an awesome toy. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-8660325538996765902?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8660325538996765902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=8660325538996765902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/8660325538996765902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/8660325538996765902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2008/11/jumperoo-i-love-you.html' title='Jumperoo I love you!'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-3249706255840909125</id><published>2008-11-18T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T10:34:40.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving over!</title><content type='html'>I've decided to move my blog over to blogger so, the previous posts are actually from my old blog. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-3249706255840909125?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3249706255840909125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=3249706255840909125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/3249706255840909125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/3249706255840909125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2008/11/moving-over.html' title='Moving over!'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-4449728036510618696</id><published>2008-11-13T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T21:54:40.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teething Sucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;em class="info"&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;        &lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;It really does.  Bubbie started teething last week and has been chewing on things and drooling like crazy for the past week.  He had is 6 month shots yesterday and those were okay.  Last night was pure hell though.  During the day, there was no sign of a tooth, but I think it started to push through at around 11:30 last night.  Bubbie kept waking up and crying in pain.  It was terrible.  This morning, there’s a little white bump on his gums.  I’m hoping it pops through soon so he can feel better.  His nose has been running and he just keeps crying.  Thank god for baby Motrin and Orajel (we use the tiniest amount).  Poor baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-4449728036510618696?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4449728036510618696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=4449728036510618696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/4449728036510618696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/4449728036510618696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2008/11/teething-sucks.html' title='Teething Sucks'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-286707215445886945</id><published>2008-11-12T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:15:00.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was B’s and my 2 year anniversary.  If you would have asked me 2 years ago if we would have a 6 month old on this day, I would have told you that you were crazy.  I wouldn’t change it for the world.  It was our first anniversary as parents and a little different than we expected.  Last year, we went out for a nice dinner, which I couldn’t drink at since I was pregnant.  This year, we took Bubbie to Carter’s and got him some clothes and then had to deal with the fun of teething. Our fancy dinner was Pick Up Stix and B surprised me with a cake from Albertson’s.  Oh how things have changed. &lt;img src="http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="wp-smiley" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-286707215445886945?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/286707215445886945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=286707215445886945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/286707215445886945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/286707215445886945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-anniversary.html' title='Happy Anniversary'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-4944093604252658295</id><published>2008-11-08T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T21:55:45.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Half Birthday Bubbie!</title><content type='html'>Little man is now 6th months old and I don’t know where the time has gone.  Before I know it, he’ll be walking and talking. Yikes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-4944093604252658295?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4944093604252658295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=4944093604252658295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/4944093604252658295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/4944093604252658295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-half-birthday-bubbie.html' title='Happy Half Birthday Bubbie!'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-1637170806389059891</id><published>2008-11-07T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T21:56:10.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubbie is on the move!</title><content type='html'>Okay, he’s not crawling, but man has he mastered rolling.  He’s rolling all over the crib at night and has started rolling around to get to things.  I think he’s starting to cut some teeth though.  Poor little guy (and Mom and Dad).  Hopefully he won’t take too long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-1637170806389059891?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1637170806389059891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=1637170806389059891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/1637170806389059891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/1637170806389059891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2008/11/bubbie-is-on-move.html' title='Bubbie is on the move!'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-1829034114356745983</id><published>2008-11-05T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T21:56:28.397-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Prop 8'/><title type='text'>Equality for all?</title><content type='html'>I’m so disappointed in California today.  After voting for change and electing Obama as president, the majority of voters in California voted to take the rights away from gay and lesbian couples.  I am disgusted in the fact that the CA constitution will be changed to single out these couples.  I just don’t get it.  I know some pretty stupid straight people who got married on a whim.  Shockingly, they divorced.  However, I also know some gay and lesbian couples who have been together as long as my parents.  They love each other and are devoted to one another, yet, because of their sexual orientation, they are not allowed to marry.  That’s such crap!!  And for those people who say that it’s sinful for gay or lesbian couples to marry, I seem to remember that black and white people were not allowed to marry because people thought it was wrong.  How is this any different?  Grrrr…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-1829034114356745983?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/1829034114356745983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=1829034114356745983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/1829034114356745983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/1829034114356745983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2008/11/equality-for-all.html' title='Equality for all?'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-7070311382851448845</id><published>2008-10-31T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:16:06.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;We had a great turn out this year for trick-or-treaters.  B went all out again and made a graveyard in the front as well as decorated to the nines.  We have this mummy that just stands there until you walk by and then its eyes light up and it starts making all of this noise.  The little kids were pretty hesitant to walk up, but did with some coaxing.  There were lots of screams from the older kids.  It was great. &lt;p&gt;Last year, the smoke from the fires that burned up San Diego kept a lot of kids home.  We were pretty bummed. But, it turned out great this year. Yay!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Bubbie’s costume was so cute - he was Robin.  He got to “help” pass out candy for a little while before bed. (He was carried to the door and held while I gave out candy.)  B and I can’t wait for him to be big enough to really enjoy it.  Halloween is B’s favorite holiday.  I think we’re going to be 50’s folk next year, with me in a poodle skirt, and B and Bubbie as greasers.  I’m already planning…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-7070311382851448845?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/7070311382851448845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=7070311382851448845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/7070311382851448845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/7070311382851448845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-3393149699487296084</id><published>2008-10-17T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:16:24.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo!</title><content type='html'>I’m so bummed today.  After not working since May, I have to find a part time job to help with the bills.  Now, I know that this sounds whiny, but I am whining!!  I love being at home with little man every day and I’m not looking forward to having to substitute a couple of days a week as well as work a retail job.  I just need to come into a ridiculous amount of money so B and I never have to work again.  Anyone feeling generous?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-3393149699487296084?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3393149699487296084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=3393149699487296084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/3393149699487296084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/3393149699487296084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2008/11/boo.html' title='Boo!'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-6713413105442097946</id><published>2008-10-09T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:16:39.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still tired!</title><content type='html'>So Vegas was a lot of fun. I’m still kind of recovering from the debauchery.  It was actually a lot tougher to leave little man then I thought it would be.  I was in tears a couple of times, but I’m glad I went.  B did great with him.  Right before I left, I made my first 2 sales on my etsy page so I was super excited.  Granted, they were to friends, but I did sell something.  Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-6713413105442097946?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/6713413105442097946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=6713413105442097946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/6713413105442097946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/6713413105442097946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-still-tired.html' title='I&apos;m still tired!'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-3911832803839930727</id><published>2008-10-02T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T21:57:57.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We've got diapers!</title><content type='html'>We got our order of Bum Genius diapers yesterday and I’m super excited.  We started using them this morning and so far have not had too bad of a time with them.  Little man did decide to christen 2 of them with number 2, which is weird for him.  (He usually only goes once a day.)  I did have these flushable liners in the diapers so it wasn’t too bad.  He doesn’t seem to mind their fluffiness. &lt;img src="http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_razz.gif" alt=":P" class="wp-smiley" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-3911832803839930727?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/3911832803839930727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=3911832803839930727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/3911832803839930727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/3911832803839930727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2008/11/weve-got-diapers.html' title='We&apos;ve got diapers!'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-8893307975608171804</id><published>2008-10-02T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:17:21.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vegas Baby!</title><content type='html'>So, I’m going to Vegas tomorrow with 3 of my bestest friends.  I feel a little torn over that fact that I’m leaving little man with B for 3 days when he’s only 5 months old.  I know that B will just fine with him, but I kind of feel like I’m being a bad mom.  My friends and I had planned this trip a long time ago and I guess I didn’t think leaving little man with be so hard, even for just a few days.  I should have a good time though, when I’m not worried about my little guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-8893307975608171804?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/8893307975608171804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=8893307975608171804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/8893307975608171804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/8893307975608171804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2008/11/vegas-baby.html' title='Vegas Baby!'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-4043671251416983629</id><published>2008-09-27T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T21:17:40.358-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cloth Diapers'/><title type='text'>Cloth Diapers are a Go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt;B and I have decided to switch over to using cloth diapers.  We are currently waiting on an order of Bum Genius One Size V 3.0 pocket diapers.  I’m so excited to start using them instead of disposables.  We end up having to buy a big box every two weeks at $40 a pop! &lt;p&gt;I know what you’re thinking “cloth?  eww!!” but they are so much better now than back in the day.  The diapers we are using do not need a cover, pins, or be swirled in the toilet (ew!).  It’s an all in one diaper with Velcro, a waterproof outer layer, adjustable snaps, and a pocket to insert various levels of absorbent pads.  And can I say that they are so much cuter than disposables.  We are waiting on a KCK One diaper from Etsy that has a triceratops on the butt!  Hello!!  That’s so cute!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-4043671251416983629?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/4043671251416983629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=4043671251416983629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/4043671251416983629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/4043671251416983629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2008/11/cloth-diapers-are-go.html' title='Cloth Diapers are a Go!'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1251239560985454860.post-2622616955754425867</id><published>2008-09-27T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:00:03.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello World!</title><content type='html'>So, I’ve decided to start a blog to talk all about my new role in life as a stay at home mom (SAHM).  After teaching for 4 years, the birth of my son put my teaching days on hold.  I love being at home with the little guy and couldn’t be happier.  I don’t know when or if I’ll return to the teaching world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1251239560985454860-2622616955754425867?l=bubbiesmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/feeds/2622616955754425867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1251239560985454860&amp;postID=2622616955754425867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/2622616955754425867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1251239560985454860/posts/default/2622616955754425867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bubbiesmom.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-world.html' title='Hello World!'/><author><name>Bubbie's Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00806044845084663484</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_O0D-WuLXJII/Su5ackMritI/AAAAAAAAApQ/qPAuYg7TsVs/S220/DSC02584.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
