<?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-960468229666518654</id><updated>2012-05-18T07:56:58.534-07:00</updated><category term='Award'/><category term='funny'/><category term='list'/><category term='ignorance'/><category term='lists'/><category term='strawberry'/><category term='events'/><category term='Water'/><category term='cookie'/><category term='computer'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='head'/><category term='nose'/><category term='toddler'/><category term='Winner'/><category term='work'/><category term='Wednesday'/><category term='confusion'/><category term='let go'/><category term='vocabulary'/><category term='broken'/><category term='silence'/><category term='children'/><category term='places'/><category term='picking'/><category term='farmers market'/><category term='Poem'/><category term='activities'/><category term='button'/><category term='Funk'/><category term='working'/><category term='time'/><category term='Laughlin'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Mama B'/><category term='say'/><category term='Cherries'/><category term='Friday'/><category term='hard'/><category term='pizza port'/><category term='Sad'/><category term='Follow'/><category term='facts'/><category term='twitter'/><category term='wireless network'/><category term='Fallen'/><category term='vote'/><category term='Giveaway'/><category term='Blog'/><category term='motto'/><title type='text'>Family Affair</title><subtitle type='html'>Tales of Motherhood, Life, and Random Adventures</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolax3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/960468229666518654/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolax3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/960468229666518654/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Heliotropism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/TPHzejatjQI/AAAAAAAABHc/jMACaHD1uNE/S220/Eternity.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-960468229666518654.post-3365825488121603006</id><published>2010-04-27T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T09:18:57.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My How Time Flies...</title><content type='html'>Well, so much has happened it is hard to know where to begin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I filed for divorce, which is still pending. However, it will be over by the very latest in August :) We also moved and the transition went well for my lil man. He is super fab:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ant is huge and talking up a storm. I swear he is a genius! And, I am not just saying that because I am his mother... I hear it all the time. I also get told that people can tell I work with him and do a lot with him because it is reflected in his manners and vocabulary. O.k., so this was a lil pat on my back... nothin' like tootin' your own horn *wink**wink*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to post more... or at least attempt:) Also, I will post some pics of my sunshine later today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers and I've missed you all! Can't wait to get caught up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/960468229666518654-3365825488121603006?l=nicolax3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolax3.blogspot.com/feeds/3365825488121603006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=960468229666518654&amp;postID=3365825488121603006&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/960468229666518654/posts/default/3365825488121603006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/960468229666518654/posts/default/3365825488121603006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolax3.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-my-how-time-flies.html' title='Oh My How Time Flies...'/><author><name>Heliotropism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/TPHzejatjQI/AAAAAAAABHc/jMACaHD1uNE/S220/Eternity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-960468229666518654.post-489799948348725760</id><published>2009-10-12T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T15:34:14.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Year Check-Up</title><content type='html'>Ant' man had his this past Friday. We weighs 31 lbs of solid muscle (not lyin') and is exactly 36 inches tall. He is in the 80th percentile for height and weight. I believe his head was 48 centimeters?? I could be wrong, this is from memory.:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was an absolute angel at the doctor office. He just stood there and allowed to the doctor to check his eyes, ears, heart, and mouth without even being in my arms. *do you hear some whimpering? if so don't panic,&amp;nbsp;it is just me cryin' cuz my lil guy is growing up:(* I was glad to find out he wasn't due for any vaccinations. However, I did opt to get him a flu shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor left and in came the nurse to give my son the shot. I was kind of dreading it even though he always did so well with shots, but this time he was older and more "aware". That intimidated me some. Though, my lil guy sure did surprise me. The nurse gave him the shot and this is how my son reacted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Momma, I got an owie!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tears, no whimpering, no flinching, NOTHING... the nurse laughed at his reaction as did I. He said he never, in all his years of doing this, has had a child react to shot that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the visit he received a book. They do this as part of a literacy program. He already had this book (The Wheels on The Bus), but from a different author. He graciously accepted it and upon our departure informed me, "Momma, I got a book and an owie!" I stopped in my tracks, scooped him up, and planted the biggest kiss on him. He is just too stinkin' cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I will tuck this away into those cherished memories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any memorable moments at a doctor visit with your kids?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/960468229666518654-489799948348725760?l=nicolax3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolax3.blogspot.com/feeds/489799948348725760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=960468229666518654&amp;postID=489799948348725760&amp;isPopup=true' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/960468229666518654/posts/default/489799948348725760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/960468229666518654/posts/default/489799948348725760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolax3.blogspot.com/2009/10/2-year-check-up.html' title='2 Year Check-Up'/><author><name>Heliotropism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/TPHzejatjQI/AAAAAAAABHc/jMACaHD1uNE/S220/Eternity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-960468229666518654.post-515371764087284066</id><published>2009-10-07T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T19:39:18.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Son is Two:( Today...</title><content type='html'>Two years have flown by with him. He is my life and so much fun to be with. We started the celebration off by heading to Miami last Thursday. His Nana and Papa threw him a bash for his 2nd birthday that was stellar. Everyone had a blast, as you will see from the pictures. We returned on Monday. I took yesterday and today off. Yesterday to recover. Today because we were suppose to go to Legoland. Well, we drove the hour and 20 minutes to Legoland only to find out they are closed today. We turned around and came home. :( I was upset but lil man had no idea what was going on so it was all good:) Oh well, maybe I'll take him there this weekend?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At his birthday party, which was on Saturday, at &lt;a href="http://www.broward.org/parks/cb.htm"&gt;C.B. Smith Park&lt;/a&gt;, he had a farm bounce house that was A.M.A.Z.I.N.G. if I may say so myself! In addition to the bounce house, he had two ponies. At first he was a lil intimidated by the ponies, but quickly got over it, as you will see in the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of pictures... I took 289 pictures of his birthday party. The theme was jungle animals. The cake was cupcake birthday cake (first time I have ever seen one of these cakes - super cool and I highly recommend for any party!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Birthday Boy and His Nana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/Ss1NZ3F_K8I/AAAAAAAAA-s/WKJrb5gM1iQ/s1600-h/DSC_0036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/Ss1NZ3F_K8I/AAAAAAAAA-s/WKJrb5gM1iQ/s320/DSC_0036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;His Cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/Ss1NrM8RULI/AAAAAAAAA-0/yubtiTqJvAQ/s1600-h/DSC_0062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/Ss1NrM8RULI/AAAAAAAAA-0/yubtiTqJvAQ/s320/DSC_0062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Part of the Set-up Before People Arrived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/Ss1N6XdUBiI/AAAAAAAAA-8/DnUub1UsPrA/s1600-h/DSC_0055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/Ss1N6XdUBiI/AAAAAAAAA-8/DnUub1UsPrA/s320/DSC_0055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anthony Enjoying A lollipop with real sugar (something he never gets) before guests arrived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/Ss1OGoML39I/AAAAAAAAA_E/ulBT5L0ntnA/s1600-h/DSC_0052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/Ss1OGoML39I/AAAAAAAAA_E/ulBT5L0ntnA/s320/DSC_0052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anthony in the bounce house before guests arrived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/Ss1OhN3FOwI/AAAAAAAAA_M/lBC6KQxmcEU/s1600-h/DSC_0077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/Ss1OhN3FOwI/AAAAAAAAA_M/lBC6KQxmcEU/s320/DSC_0077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Him and Emily in the Bounce House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/Ss1O-_pROzI/AAAAAAAAA_U/BngCXrXHfBo/s1600-h/DSC_0111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/Ss1O-_pROzI/AAAAAAAAA_U/BngCXrXHfBo/s320/DSC_0111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anthony on the Pony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/Ss1PUzoF7TI/AAAAAAAAA_c/WMHEMetyknI/s1600-h/DSC_0134.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/Ss1PUzoF7TI/AAAAAAAAA_c/WMHEMetyknI/s320/DSC_0134.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/Ss1PlkZ2UMI/AAAAAAAAA_k/IRdalkTdo64/s1600-h/DSC_0229.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/Ss1PlkZ2UMI/AAAAAAAAA_k/IRdalkTdo64/s320/DSC_0229.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anthony While We Sang "Happy Birthday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/Ss1QVe2oFLI/AAAAAAAAA_0/2jzC99GkHKk/s1600-h/DSC_0248.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/Ss1QVe2oFLI/AAAAAAAAA_0/2jzC99GkHKk/s320/DSC_0248.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Thanks for looking. His birthday party was so much fun and I cannot wait to be back East! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/960468229666518654-515371764087284066?l=nicolax3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolax3.blogspot.com/feeds/515371764087284066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=960468229666518654&amp;postID=515371764087284066&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/960468229666518654/posts/default/515371764087284066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/960468229666518654/posts/default/515371764087284066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolax3.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-son-is-two-today.html' title='My Son is Two:( Today...'/><author><name>Heliotropism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/TPHzejatjQI/AAAAAAAABHc/jMACaHD1uNE/S220/Eternity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/Ss1NZ3F_K8I/AAAAAAAAA-s/WKJrb5gM1iQ/s72-c/DSC_0036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-960468229666518654.post-2401035808125462565</id><published>2009-09-30T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T08:39:18.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday - My son with one of his b-day gifts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Even though his birthday isn't until next Wednesday. The package arrived and he knew instantly what it was and begged for me to take it out. He waited patiently while the electric pump blew it up! Then bounced contently for 45 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SsKy_BOTlII/AAAAAAAAA-M/6csbj3WtnE4/s1600-h/DSC_0052.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SsKy_BOTlII/AAAAAAAAA-M/6csbj3WtnE4/s320/DSC_0052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SsKypOgzXyI/AAAAAAAAA9s/AW_qSOBxwoI/s1600-h/DSC_0054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SsKypOgzXyI/AAAAAAAAA9s/AW_qSOBxwoI/s320/DSC_0054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SsKyuKrYiBI/AAAAAAAAA90/1IHgFUmlTaE/s1600-h/DSC_0068.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SsKyuKrYiBI/AAAAAAAAA90/1IHgFUmlTaE/s320/DSC_0068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SsKyyEg3mRI/AAAAAAAAA98/6lhGhBMV124/s1600-h/DSC_0067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SsKyyEg3mRI/AAAAAAAAA98/6lhGhBMV124/s320/DSC_0067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SsKy1aVS77I/AAAAAAAAA-E/NRJK-2tU9qU/s1600-h/DSC_0069.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SsKy1aVS77I/AAAAAAAAA-E/NRJK-2tU9qU/s320/DSC_0069.JPG" /&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/960468229666518654-2401035808125462565?l=nicolax3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolax3.blogspot.com/feeds/2401035808125462565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=960468229666518654&amp;postID=2401035808125462565&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/960468229666518654/posts/default/2401035808125462565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/960468229666518654/posts/default/2401035808125462565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolax3.blogspot.com/2009/09/wordless-wednesday-my-son-with-one-of.html' title='Wordless Wednesday - My son with one of his b-day gifts...'/><author><name>Heliotropism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/TPHzejatjQI/AAAAAAAABHc/jMACaHD1uNE/S220/Eternity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SsKy_BOTlII/AAAAAAAAA-M/6csbj3WtnE4/s72-c/DSC_0052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-960468229666518654.post-6741401734043919671</id><published>2009-09-28T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T08:29:49.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Two Year Old Is A Teenager...</title><content type='html'>Can someone tell me how that happened? Seriously, I thought all the teenager fun stuff (i.e., ignoring me when speaking to him, rolling of the eyes, and talking back) didn't happen until, well, they were actually in their teens. Why is my almost two year old behaving this way? I mean, I have heard of terrible two's but never this. He has a mind of his own and is definitely trying to gain more (key word is more because he is already very independent)&amp;nbsp;independence. Which is cute... to a certain extent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute when we arrive at a store and as I am getting him out of his carseat he says, "I walk!" That is cute. Not so cute is when we are in the store and he still wants to walk but not listen (or hold my hand) and he says, "No Mommy, I do it!" Then proceeds to yell and cry when I explain that if he doesn't hold my hand he doesn't get to walk. Also, can someone explain why he will listen while we are walking from the car to the store, but the second we step one centimeter past the store's doors he forgets to listen? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what fun times. Then, at home he completely ignores me when I ask him a question. He is way too involved with his toys or a movie. In fact, most of the time the only response I get is a @@ *roll of the eyes*. Like a teenager. As if what I said was totally awful and so not cool! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well his new found independence I am sure is going to bring some really exciting times for me when we travel. This should be fun *note sarcasm*. I am praying he turns back into my perfect lil angel for our flights:) Please pray for the same! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What were your kids like at the "terrible two's" or what is your most dreaded fear of "terrible two's"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/960468229666518654-6741401734043919671?l=nicolax3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolax3.blogspot.com/feeds/6741401734043919671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=960468229666518654&amp;postID=6741401734043919671&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/960468229666518654/posts/default/6741401734043919671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/960468229666518654/posts/default/6741401734043919671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolax3.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-two-year-old-is-teenager.html' title='My Two Year Old Is A Teenager...'/><author><name>Heliotropism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/TPHzejatjQI/AAAAAAAABHc/jMACaHD1uNE/S220/Eternity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-960468229666518654.post-8820564084392613325</id><published>2009-09-23T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T17:57:59.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday - My son playing and him showing us his "owie"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here he is playing with his favorite toys. He makes sound affects when he fills them up with gas and he also makes them talk. In addition, he tells a story as he plays. Sometimes I understand and sometimes I don't! Enjoy and thanks for looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SrrCrsAVxHI/AAAAAAAAA8s/lAq-6eD-zfo/s1600-h/DSC_0005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SrrCrsAVxHI/AAAAAAAAA8s/lAq-6eD-zfo/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SrrC17u5b0I/AAAAAAAAA80/PAKhl3VFPrI/s1600-h/DSC_0012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SrrC17u5b0I/AAAAAAAAA80/PAKhl3VFPrI/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SrrC17u5b0I/AAAAAAAAA80/PAKhl3VFPrI/s1600-h/DSC_0012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SrrC17u5b0I/AAAAAAAAA80/PAKhl3VFPrI/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SrrDNGlFUeI/AAAAAAAAA88/8-B7DQvccwo/s1600-h/DSC_0013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SrrDNGlFUeI/AAAAAAAAA88/8-B7DQvccwo/s320/DSC_0013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SrrDWSWvH2I/AAAAAAAAA9E/3pyJ47baiXc/s1600-h/DSC_0028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SrrDWSWvH2I/AAAAAAAAA9E/3pyJ47baiXc/s320/DSC_0028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SrrDlBqpiyI/AAAAAAAAA9M/9ZVLmbmM_6M/s1600-h/DSC_0037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SrrDlBqpiyI/AAAAAAAAA9M/9ZVLmbmM_6M/s320/DSC_0037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Do your kid(s) (or yourself) have a favorite "toy"?&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/960468229666518654-8820564084392613325?l=nicolax3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolax3.blogspot.com/feeds/8820564084392613325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=960468229666518654&amp;postID=8820564084392613325&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/960468229666518654/posts/default/8820564084392613325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/960468229666518654/posts/default/8820564084392613325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolax3.blogspot.com/2009/09/wordless-wednesday-my-son-playing-and.html' title='Wordless Wednesday - My son playing and him showing us his &quot;owie&quot;'/><author><name>Heliotropism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/TPHzejatjQI/AAAAAAAABHc/jMACaHD1uNE/S220/Eternity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SrrCrsAVxHI/AAAAAAAAA8s/lAq-6eD-zfo/s72-c/DSC_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-960468229666518654.post-3612736293862744902</id><published>2009-09-22T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T08:37:34.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember the Haircut I Mentioned?</title><content type='html'>Well, the place where I take my son to get his haircut, which I won't be going back, is in a city I don't frequent. EVER! Only for his haircuts. Every time I go there I use my GPS to guide me there. Well, this time it got us there with no problems. However, getting us home was a whole 'nother story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the hair salon as we usually do. But, the GPS instructed me to take a turn down a road I never turn down. I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking if I am aware the GPS is instructing me to take a turn onto a road it normally never does then why am I even using the GPS? Well, I am "familiar" with the route, but not comfortable going at it alone! I get stage fright. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I proceeded down this “new” road. Then, I suddenly became worried. It looked like it was a dead end yet the GPS was telling me to forge ahead. I saw cars turning to the right or left, but NONE proceeding forward. I proceeded forward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hit a patch of dirt road. Then about 20 seconds into the dirt road there was a sign…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SrjuSQpbzfI/AAAAAAAAA8c/kEUusTlGqf0/s1600-h/Pavement+Ends.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SrjuSQpbzfI/AAAAAAAAA8c/kEUusTlGqf0/s320/Pavement+Ends.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta tell ya... I was super excited the sign confirmed my suspicions about the pavement... just wish it would have done it SOONER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What it really should have said is this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;DANGER: This is a dirt/gravel/bumpy ass path (not a road) on the edge of a mountain and it will be about 10 miles before you hit any kind of pavement or see any kind of life again. If you like risks, please proceed. If not, turn around now but be VERY careful as the gravel is loose.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son thought this was the coolest. He was in the back going, "weeeee, yeee-haaawwwww," "bbbbuuuuuummmmmpppyyyy." I did not. I&amp;nbsp;have a major fear of&amp;nbsp;heights while driving. And, when I say it was on the edge of a mountain I am being serious. I was&amp;nbsp;freaked out. If I went faster than 5 mph we were fish-tailing and it was bumpier than ride on a wooden rollercoaster in a earthquake. It wasn't that my vehicle couldn't handle this because I drive a Jeep Commander. &amp;nbsp;It was just the road (but I don't really want to call it that because it was anything but a road). We survived and that is the good thing. But, don't be fooled, the second I hit pavement I flew home. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Oh, and in case you were wondering, this little detour took us an extra 40 minutes to get home. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Do you have any experiences, good or bad, with a GPS? If so, please share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/960468229666518654-3612736293862744902?l=nicolax3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolax3.blogspot.com/feeds/3612736293862744902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=960468229666518654&amp;postID=3612736293862744902&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/960468229666518654/posts/default/3612736293862744902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/960468229666518654/posts/default/3612736293862744902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolax3.blogspot.com/2009/09/remember-haircut-i-mentioned.html' title='Remember the Haircut I Mentioned?'/><author><name>Heliotropism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/TPHzejatjQI/AAAAAAAABHc/jMACaHD1uNE/S220/Eternity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SrjuSQpbzfI/AAAAAAAAA8c/kEUusTlGqf0/s72-c/Pavement+Ends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-960468229666518654.post-778102407842979707</id><published>2009-09-21T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T10:07:03.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Walk in the Park...</title><content type='html'>This weekend was another relaxing weekend. I had some things that needed to be taken care of before we leave for the East coast next week. Like, Ant man needed a haircut and I had some errands to run. Sunday was our play day. After his nap we headed to the New Children's Museum. When we arrived I learned they were closed. :( Normally they are closed on Wednesday for cleaning, but for some unknown reason they decided to close on Sunday, just that Sunday. I was a little upset because we drove all that way and they were closed, but I decided to make the best of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed across the street to some "grassy" (are there any grassy areas in San Diego?)&amp;nbsp;area with small hills, tons of birds, and homeless people. Ant man had a blast just playing with nature. He chased birds, picked flowers, hid rocks in trees, waved hello to all the homeless people, ran up and down the hills, I picked dandelions and blew the pappus (the&amp;nbsp;white cotton like fuzz)&amp;nbsp;off of them (he thought that was the COOLEST but refused to do it himself), and he tried to give the birds his flowers. Here are some pictures from our extravaganza. He is so cute! 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I love my friend, dearly, but she is way too uptight. Being a mom is supposed to be fun, hard work, but fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Saturday, my lil man and myself went to my friend's son's birthday, he just turned one. My son will be two next month. He can walk, climb, run, feed himself, talk, express all of his needs verbally (even when I don't want him to:)), and is VERY independent. At their house he was the only kid, aside from the birthday boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived my friend told me that there was food in the kitchen. My son is a very picky eater and I knew the only thing he would eat was the fruit. They had grapes, strawberries, and watermelon - all of his faves! I made him a plate. He went to sit at the table and everyone was like, "will he eat those grapes - like that (they were whole, I don't cut them b/c he won't eat them cut!)" "will he just sit there, he won't fall or try to get up (nope, he sits at the table cuz he was taught manners)". Oh, and he climbed up into the chair on his own and they about had a heart attack. Freaking out I tell ya. Running to him and looking at me as if I was a horrible mother that I would allow my son to climb up into the dining room chair all on his own. Umm, he climbs on a daily basis. He is a boy. He is a toddler. AND, we frequent the park A LOT. His climbing skills are superb! He can manage. If he falls, well, then he learns what not to do next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right!?! Please tell me if I am wrong. In case you didn't read in one of the previous paragraphs, my son is independent. If I were to help him get into the chair when he has already taken it upon himself to get in there he would have had a temper tantrum. Then I could forget about him eating the fruit. But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want to know is when do parents let go and let their child figure things out on their own? Me, I have done this pretty much since my son was born. I mean, of course, I was telling him to change his diaper or anything. I am talking about when he started batting at his toys, then reaching for them, then grabbing them, then manipulating them, then rolling over, then sitting up, then crawling, then walking... catchin' my drift? I mean, I was there to guide him, of course, and show him at first but he is the one who had to figure it out. If I kept on "showing" him, he would not learn or possibly learn at a slower rate. Or, become way too dependent. Not saying being dependent is a bad thing, but too much of anything is bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't even told you the best part yet! My son was sitting at the table and the my friend's husband was in the chair next to my son. My son was playing with the candles that were on the cake (no, they weren't lit). They had some icing on them. My son put his hand on my friend's husband's shorts and he about had a heart attack right then and there. I kid you not! He FREAKED because there was now a very, teeny, tiny, small amount of icing on his jean shorts. Really!?!? Do you not have a washing machine??!! Or are you guys strict with when clothing can be washed too?!!? I didn't say anything to him. I just let it go (bravo me *patting self on the back*) and felt very sorry for their little boy. What else could I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way, if you are wondering why I am posting about this it is for this simple reason: We cannot enjoy life if we are so focused on the smallest of crumbs because life is more than just a crumb, it's a cupcake. Warm, gooey, and delicious when eaten in full. Please try to enjoy your cupcake, who knows when it will be gone or if there will be more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/Sq1Wos77eYI/AAAAAAAAA5s/kxE8J-KHX3Y/s1600-h/cupcakes3a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/Sq1Wos77eYI/AAAAAAAAA5s/kxE8J-KHX3Y/s320/cupcakes3a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on to what my son likes to do... he likes to remove all of the cushions from the couch and place them on the floor. He likes to jump on them and say, "bounce!" Then, he also likes to chill on them. Look how frickin' cute he is:) Yes, I am biased, but I'm allowed to be!!! &amp;nbsp;(sorry about quality, taken with phone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/Sq1XdKm1I9I/AAAAAAAAA50/6KndCzEBIug/s1600-h/IMG00426.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/Sq1XdKm1I9I/AAAAAAAAA50/6KndCzEBIug/s320/IMG00426.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/Sq1Xf3xBEDI/AAAAAAAAA58/elFg-nVbwk4/s1600-h/IMG00427.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/Sq1Xf3xBEDI/AAAAAAAAA58/elFg-nVbwk4/s320/IMG00427.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, thanks for reading. Let me know if there is something you get irritated with about other parents, or something you admire in other parents and wish you could be more like!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/960468229666518654-3236831113301363213?l=nicolax3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolax3.blogspot.com/feeds/3236831113301363213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=960468229666518654&amp;postID=3236831113301363213&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/960468229666518654/posts/default/3236831113301363213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/960468229666518654/posts/default/3236831113301363213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolax3.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-enjoying-my-cupcake-are-you.html' title='I&apos;m Enjoying My Cupcake, Are You?'/><author><name>Heliotropism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/TPHzejatjQI/AAAAAAAABHc/jMACaHD1uNE/S220/Eternity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/Sq1Wos77eYI/AAAAAAAAA5s/kxE8J-KHX3Y/s72-c/cupcakes3a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-960468229666518654.post-2541220021282415692</id><published>2009-09-10T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T10:04:32.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Featuring A Blog: Motherhood: Livin The Dream...</title><content type='html'>I have a friend, shocking I know, who also has a blog, another shocker I know. She is way cool, and you will wish you were just like her *wink*! Seriously, heart of gold and a way with words that could turn even&amp;nbsp;the boring-est (is that even a word) of stories&amp;nbsp;into a magical story. Crafty in all areas of her life. Well, she has a blog, and she needs some love. Oh, her name is Capi - even has a cool name to boot! Her blog is &lt;a href="http://motherhoodlivinthedream.blogspot.com/"&gt;Motherhood: Livin the Dream&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not your typical mommy blog, she writes about homeschooling, which she just started doing this year, and other random tidbits sometimes related to motherhood and sometimes not, but they all have a dramatic flair and make you think. I promise, if you visit her blog you will not be let down, but will be entertained. Plus, you might learn something. So please check out her blog and follow if you like. XOXO &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks ladies and gents!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/960468229666518654-2541220021282415692?l=nicolax3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolax3.blogspot.com/feeds/2541220021282415692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=960468229666518654&amp;postID=2541220021282415692&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/960468229666518654/posts/default/2541220021282415692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/960468229666518654/posts/default/2541220021282415692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolax3.blogspot.com/2009/09/featuring-blog-motherhood-livin-dream.html' title='Featuring A Blog: Motherhood: Livin The Dream...'/><author><name>Heliotropism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/TPHzejatjQI/AAAAAAAABHc/jMACaHD1uNE/S220/Eternity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-960468229666518654.post-4524767524845815298</id><published>2009-09-09T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T09:35:49.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We went to the beach on Monday for Labor Day.&amp;nbsp; Normally I would have tons of pictures, but my son wanted to leave after only two hours (which is odd because he LOVES the beach and water and never wants to leave once we get there). We were on our way back from the bathroom and he insisted that we leave...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SqfKPmhdRZI/AAAAAAAAA38/HJdKyWyyza0/s1600-h/Beach.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SqfKPmhdRZI/AAAAAAAAA38/HJdKyWyyza0/s320/Beach.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(sitting in chair eating raisins&amp;nbsp;while watching the waves roll in)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SqfKUjbK4lI/AAAAAAAAA4E/RyuipOL_kZM/s1600-h/Beach2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SqfKUjbK4lI/AAAAAAAAA4E/RyuipOL_kZM/s320/Beach2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SqfKX0j8RlI/AAAAAAAAA4M/FzVPzNDIjbU/s1600-h/Beach3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SqfKX0j8RlI/AAAAAAAAA4M/FzVPzNDIjbU/s320/Beach3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SqfLhKSfZ3I/AAAAAAAAA4U/K6RYEL02oIk/s1600-h/Beach4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SqfLhKSfZ3I/AAAAAAAAA4U/K6RYEL02oIk/s320/Beach4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We packed up and by the time I got back to the car, this is what my sweet sunshine was doing! I knew he was tired but he kept telling me he wanted to go home! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/960468229666518654-4524767524845815298?l=nicolax3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolax3.blogspot.com/feeds/4524767524845815298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=960468229666518654&amp;postID=4524767524845815298&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/960468229666518654/posts/default/4524767524845815298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/960468229666518654/posts/default/4524767524845815298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolax3.blogspot.com/2009/09/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday...'/><author><name>Heliotropism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/TPHzejatjQI/AAAAAAAABHc/jMACaHD1uNE/S220/Eternity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SqfKPmhdRZI/AAAAAAAAA38/HJdKyWyyza0/s72-c/Beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-960468229666518654.post-5200357658016831223</id><published>2009-09-05T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T21:36:53.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone have a rock I can borrow? (Long, grab a cup of joe n get comfy!)</title><content type='html'>Why? To hide under! OMGoodness, my son was a terror today. Something seriously possessed him in his sleep last night. He woke up foolin' me with his loving smile and warm, tender kisses. Then, I pulled back his curtain and let the morning light shine in. He was fine with that. Did what we do every morning and said, "good morning world," while waving to the outside. He got dressed, ate breakfast, and then we went outside to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when the fun began. He was so indecisive. Couldn't decide if he wanted to ride his bike, his four-wheeler, his push-car-buggy (this requires my assistance which is not a problem), be pulled in the wagon, or ride his scooter. So, he did all of the above. But that didn't satisfy him. Each thing he did for less than 30 seconds. Seriously! We would be half-way down the street and he would get off and say, "all done!" Left me to carry whatever he was on back to the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I had enough of this, but he wanted to go for a ride (a ride as in a ride in my car!). I needed a shower (cuz I stunk from working out:)) I bated him back into the house. Oh, wait, before going outside I forgot to mention that he got into the cupboards, found the choc chips I use for baking, opened the bag, dumped them on the floor, and was shoveling them into his mouth by the fistfuls. He must have had about three fistfuls before I could get to him&amp;nbsp;! I think this is what did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to nap time, yeah, or lack thereof. He fought his nap today. Something he has never done, he LOVES his sleep! Took him over an hour to fall asleep. Then he only slept for an hour - normally sleeps for at least two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This didn't stop me from proceeding with the plans I had made, to myself. Which was to go to this little town about an hour away and eat apple pie. Well, eat dinner and then have apple pie for dessert. See, this town is supposedly "known" for its apple pie. TOTAL NIGHTMARE. He was a beaut on the drive there, but once we arrived it was awful. He didn't want to walk, didn't want to be in his stroller, but wanted me to hold him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original restaurant I wanted to go to (Julian's Cafe &amp;amp; Bakery), was not conducive for kids. No highchair or booster seats. Then they wanted me to put my almost two-years old son in a chair ACROSS from me. Are effing kidding me? Seriously, do you know what he would do? He is good, but not that good. Geesh, he is a toddler. So we left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this CUTE cafe, Cowgirl Cafe. Menu wasn't that great, but that is o.k. Ant man was in a mood. He sat in his highchair but was obnoxious. Screaming, banging his cars on the table, spitting out his binkie, making raspberries on thin air, and refusing to eat. But, luckily the owner of the cafe was a woman, and he was flirting with her, so that calmed him down some. AND, luckily there was only one other group in the cafe eating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left here and went back to the other cafe because this is where the best apple pie in town was supposedly at. On the way to this cafe it was a nightmare, my son didn't want to hold my hand and walk, he didn't want to be in his stroller and was pitching a fit because he just wanted to run off and do what he wanted to do. &amp;nbsp;He was crying, screaming, "NO, I WANT TO WALK!" People were of course staring at me. I started to laugh, because what else could I do. Someone told me I was a bad mother because I was laughing while my son was crying in the stroller. I laughed some more! He screamed the entire walk back to the car. Once he was in the car, he was a perfect angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I got a piece of apple pie to go.&amp;nbsp;Got home, heated up the apple pie, put some of the homemade whipped cream on it, and sat down with my lil man to eat it. He refused it completely! Can you believe that? He wanted a pickle! What kid refuses sweets only to eat a pickle!?!?! My possessed child apparently. The apple pie was not worth it. A frozen Mrs. Smith's would have been a thousand times better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was finally bath time for him. WHEW! Oh, I forgot too mention that when I was getting ready after my shower I heard this ripping noise coming from the monitor. I went to his room only to find him tearing up his hide-n-seek books, ten of them to be exact! He laughed when he saw me! I laughed too! But not in front of him... I had to walk away. He is too cute sometimes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of the book mess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SqM61gyVEdI/AAAAAAAAA3U/o3koFbjfKgc/s1600-h/DSC_0114.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SqM61gyVEdI/AAAAAAAAA3U/o3koFbjfKgc/s320/DSC_0114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SqM666gg0LI/AAAAAAAAA3c/ruwHkZNd3Nw/s1600-h/DSC_0117.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SqM666gg0LI/AAAAAAAAA3c/ruwHkZNd3Nw/s320/DSC_0117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading. I know it was long! Though, I would like to hear how you handle your kids when they are possessed (or seem to be), LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/960468229666518654-5200357658016831223?l=nicolax3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolax3.blogspot.com/feeds/5200357658016831223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=960468229666518654&amp;postID=5200357658016831223&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/960468229666518654/posts/default/5200357658016831223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/960468229666518654/posts/default/5200357658016831223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolax3.blogspot.com/2009/09/anyone-have-rock-i-can-borrow-long-grab.html' title='Anyone have a rock I can borrow? (Long, grab a cup of joe n get comfy!)'/><author><name>Heliotropism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/TPHzejatjQI/AAAAAAAABHc/jMACaHD1uNE/S220/Eternity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SqM61gyVEdI/AAAAAAAAA3U/o3koFbjfKgc/s72-c/DSC_0114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-960468229666518654.post-8904285416903990992</id><published>2009-09-03T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T17:38:04.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughtless Thursday - Pictures from Tuesday Night's Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I made homemade whole wheat waffles with fresh homemade whipped cream. The whole wheat waffles also had strawberry puree and fresh blueberries in them with some added protein powder and flax seed. This was the result...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SqBgwt4sdlI/AAAAAAAAA2U/kv6-IHZecf8/s1600-h/DSC_0002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SqBgwt4sdlI/AAAAAAAAA2U/kv6-IHZecf8/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SqBg9yCMUwI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2QlSoKF9tto/s1600-h/DSC_0004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SqBg9yCMUwI/AAAAAAAAA2c/2QlSoKF9tto/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SqBhGT9OcAI/AAAAAAAAA2k/NzCLRjGitS0/s1600-h/DSC_0006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SqBhGT9OcAI/AAAAAAAAA2k/NzCLRjGitS0/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SqBhVPlYi0I/AAAAAAAAA20/e8ANSs_2_VE/s1600-h/DSC_0007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SqBhVPlYi0I/AAAAAAAAA20/e8ANSs_2_VE/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do you think he liked them (or even tasted them)?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/960468229666518654-8904285416903990992?l=nicolax3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolax3.blogspot.com/feeds/8904285416903990992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=960468229666518654&amp;postID=8904285416903990992&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/960468229666518654/posts/default/8904285416903990992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/960468229666518654/posts/default/8904285416903990992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolax3.blogspot.com/2009/09/thoughtless-thursday-pictures-from.html' title='Thoughtless Thursday - Pictures from Tuesday Night&apos;s Dinner'/><author><name>Heliotropism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/TPHzejatjQI/AAAAAAAABHc/jMACaHD1uNE/S220/Eternity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SqBgwt4sdlI/AAAAAAAAA2U/kv6-IHZecf8/s72-c/DSC_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-960468229666518654.post-1770500611148104087</id><published>2009-08-31T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T14:45:00.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Weekend! Aside from Sunday!</title><content type='html'>Let me start off by saying it was hot, deadly hot here. Where I live it reached 106 degrees in the shade on both Saturday and Sunday. However, we still managed to have a wonderful weekend just the two of us. We haven't had a weekend where it was just the two of us in several weeks and it was much needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we woke up on Saturday we had breakfast. I had my much needed late, I made myself.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We got&amp;nbsp;ready for Lake Murray. Same lake in the pictures below. I ran while Ant man read to me from his stroller. Yes, it was blazing hot at 8:30 AM here, and if you really want to know it was 96 degrees&amp;nbsp;when we arrived at the lake. I ran 9 miles in 50 minutes while pushing a jogging stroller holding a 30 lb toddler&amp;nbsp;on hilly terrain. *applause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the run, we headed over to Toys 'R Us. I needed to buy a gift for a birthday party we are going to this coming Saturday, plus my lil man needed something. He ended up getting a grill set to go with his other outdoor toys... ya know the water table, kitchen, and workbench:) If I haven't said it before, and this is your first visit here, yes, my son is SPOILED, but doesn't act spoiled because I will tell him "no!" and he knows it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we headed home for some lunch and nap time. After nap time we went to the pool. Must admit I was highly impressed with how well he swam. He was kicking and using his arms to swim. Normally he&amp;nbsp;is so overwhelmed with excitement about being&amp;nbsp;in the pool he doesn't listen and is mainly swallowing water. Not this day though! It was as if he had been swimming his entire life! A lil fish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Sunday, however, was not the best day - at least not for me. I ran before my lil man woke up so we could go to the mall early and he could play in the kid zone without being attacked by almost teenagers&amp;nbsp;who don't belong in the kid zone according to the rules. If we waited until&amp;nbsp;early afternoon or thereafter this is what we would have been faced with. All these big kids play in the area and have total disreguard for the kids it was intended for. I always go there early for this reason, to avoid these almost rambunctious teenagers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Done with the rant...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Back to the story, after I got Anthony into his carseat I must have&amp;nbsp;forgotten how tight a fit it was in the garage and whacked my head on the wall! Yes, I sure did. My right-side. My ears were ringing, a lil blood on the ear, but I forged ahead cuz to the mall we were heading. I should have stopped our plans right here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Ant man is not that much of an eater, and if he does eat he is extremely picky - mainly eats fruits and veggies (this topic leads me to a whole other rant usually.) I packed some strawberries for our adventure. Since he did not eat his breakfast and I knew he would be running around I didn't want him to feel sick so I offered him the strawberries - while driving. Did I mention I had a white skirt on this day?!?! If not, I DID! Luckily my top was black:) I went to open the strawberries and for some reason they flew every where, when I say everywhere I mean everywhere all over my nice white skirt! We were at the half-way point to the mall and there was no way I was turning around becuase I knew if I did I wouldn't leave the house again. Yes, I walked through the mall with my white skirt with large red stains all over the front! I did this so my son could enjoy himself because I knew it was going to be way to hot for him to play outside at our house or for us to even go to the park. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;My son was not feeling the kid zone that day. He wanted nothing to do with it. We were done within 5 seconds! Yes, your read right - 5 seconds! Though, we did do something I have always wanted to do and that is get our pics taken in one of those picture booths! Check it out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SpxBxy6FcII/AAAAAAAAA1E/46CvFMoJlHo/s1600-h/photobooth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" lk="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SpxBxy6FcII/AAAAAAAAA1E/46CvFMoJlHo/s400/photobooth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;After our adventure at the mall, I called it a day -&amp;nbsp;for the both of us. We went home relaxed, watched movies, and read to each other! Oh, and we danced around the house because you gotta dance at least once a day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Thanks for reading! If you are a new follower, please leave me a comment with a link back to your blog so I can follow you:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/960468229666518654-1770500611148104087?l=nicolax3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolax3.blogspot.com/feeds/1770500611148104087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=960468229666518654&amp;postID=1770500611148104087&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/960468229666518654/posts/default/1770500611148104087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/960468229666518654/posts/default/1770500611148104087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolax3.blogspot.com/2009/08/best-weekend-aside-from-sunday.html' title='Best Weekend! 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Here are some pictures of my Ant man feeding the ducks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SpdFEKd-ZpI/AAAAAAAAA0U/10-xfZufamY/s1600-h/DSC_0001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SpdFEKd-ZpI/AAAAAAAAA0U/10-xfZufamY/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SpdFRulAkTI/AAAAAAAAA0c/y_wSmyDclpo/s1600-h/DSC_0006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SpdFRulAkTI/AAAAAAAAA0c/y_wSmyDclpo/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SpdFYgzHDRI/AAAAAAAAA0k/vQgflpwXQ2M/s1600-h/DSC_0014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SpdFYgzHDRI/AAAAAAAAA0k/vQgflpwXQ2M/s320/DSC_0014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SpdFiGdIvYI/AAAAAAAAA0s/TVxJK7fvaFQ/s1600-h/DSC_0016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SpdFiGdIvYI/AAAAAAAAA0s/TVxJK7fvaFQ/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/960468229666518654-4593014295786456910?l=nicolax3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolax3.blogspot.com/feeds/4593014295786456910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=960468229666518654&amp;postID=4593014295786456910&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/960468229666518654/posts/default/4593014295786456910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/960468229666518654/posts/default/4593014295786456910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolax3.blogspot.com/2009/08/thoughtless-thursday.html' title='Thoughtless Thursday...'/><author><name>Heliotropism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/TPHzejatjQI/AAAAAAAABHc/jMACaHD1uNE/S220/Eternity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SpdFEKd-ZpI/AAAAAAAAA0U/10-xfZufamY/s72-c/DSC_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-960468229666518654.post-8583745584548668365</id><published>2009-08-27T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T11:04:04.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What really needs to be captured on video...</title><content type='html'>Ever since my lil man was born I have always sang to him. One song in particular is "You Are My Sunshine." I sing this song to him every day and several times a day at that. He now sings it with me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was the heart melts of all heart melts from him. I was getting him ready for bed after his bath. When we (I say "we" because it was a joint effort between lil man and myself)&amp;nbsp;finished putting the lotion on and getting his jammies on he stood up so I could comb his hair. He waited patiently for his turn with the comb to, as I call it, "perfect it". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was done perfecting, he leaned in and said "sunshine." He wanted me to sing "You Are My Sunshine" to him. Like a good mother I obliged and sang away. All the while he sang with me. Of course, he is more like a back-up singer because he sings key words. For instance, when I sing the verse&amp;nbsp;"you are my sunshine" he knows when sunshine is about to happen and&amp;nbsp;will sing it. He does this throughout the song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melts my heart I tell ya! What melted my heart even more last night - didn't think that was possible but apparently it is! - was when we would finish singing it he would say, "again." We must of sang it 10 times all while hugging each other. It was fantastic. One of the best moments with him! Definitely a moment I will cherish for the rest of my life! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was one of those times I wish I was on reality television so a moment like this could be captured forever. I know it is captured in my heart forever, but to see it played out would be nice too! LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/960468229666518654-8583745584548668365?l=nicolax3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolax3.blogspot.com/feeds/8583745584548668365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=960468229666518654&amp;postID=8583745584548668365&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/960468229666518654/posts/default/8583745584548668365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/960468229666518654/posts/default/8583745584548668365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolax3.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-really-needs-to-be-captured-on.html' title='What really needs to be captured on video...'/><author><name>Heliotropism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/TPHzejatjQI/AAAAAAAABHc/jMACaHD1uNE/S220/Eternity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-960468229666518654.post-1487008693283185556</id><published>2009-08-26T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T14:22:48.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"What would your children say?" Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I was a slacker last week (really have been for a while, LOL), but I am participating this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Welcome to another episode of "what would your children say?" Wednesday! Started by Marianne over at &lt;a href="http://familyamericanstyle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Family American Style&lt;/a&gt;. We are to share something memorable, funny, and/or entertaining our child(ren) have said in their lives that have stuck with us. If you want to participate, click on the icon below for instructions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://whatwouldyourchildrensaywednesday.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360996423510608642" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SmYV1-l9SwI/AAAAAAAAAtw/eh8Vhy3nb_U/s320/What+would+your+children+say+Wednesday.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 225px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 226px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ever since my son was born I would always use the word "honey" as a word of endearment when speaking to him. Such as, "I love you, honey," "thank you, honey," "good job, honey," and, well, you get the point. Now he says it to me... I am his "honey!" I love it because the way he says it is so sweet. He drawls out the "e" and the "y" and it sounds something like this "hunae." Like sundae minus the "s" and the "d". LOL. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;He even does this out in public. When people hear him say this to me they just oo&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; and awe all over it. He, of course, eats it up and totally plays into them. I love my lil "hunae" he is truly an angel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/960468229666518654-1487008693283185556?l=nicolax3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolax3.blogspot.com/feeds/1487008693283185556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=960468229666518654&amp;postID=1487008693283185556&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/960468229666518654/posts/default/1487008693283185556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/960468229666518654/posts/default/1487008693283185556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolax3.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-would-your-children-say-wednesday_26.html' title='&quot;What would your children say?&quot; Wednesday'/><author><name>Heliotropism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/TPHzejatjQI/AAAAAAAABHc/jMACaHD1uNE/S220/Eternity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SmYV1-l9SwI/AAAAAAAAAtw/eh8Vhy3nb_U/s72-c/What+would+your+children+say+Wednesday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-960468229666518654.post-835734861494777962</id><published>2009-08-18T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T13:29:04.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Timeless Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SoqfN-C09FI/AAAAAAAAAxw/-w8Mpi6hhdw/s1600-h/DSC_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371280567934710866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SoqfN-C09FI/AAAAAAAAAxw/-w8Mpi6hhdw/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SoqfNnwv5jI/AAAAAAAAAxo/TQO3Jmm2xOw/s1600-h/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371280561953302066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SoqfNnwv5jI/AAAAAAAAAxo/TQO3Jmm2xOw/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SoqfNPNewsI/AAAAAAAAAxg/oG3or4vZVQQ/s1600-h/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371280555362927298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SoqfNPNewsI/AAAAAAAAAxg/oG3or4vZVQQ/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SoqfMonZ4SI/AAAAAAAAAxY/9Pso-XsxnT4/s1600-h/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371280545002676514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SoqfMonZ4SI/AAAAAAAAAxY/9Pso-XsxnT4/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SoqfMKNJ7jI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/ioapvr0OwWY/s1600-h/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371280536839515698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SoqfMKNJ7jI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/ioapvr0OwWY/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics of my lil man at the park this past weekend. He was so cute and had so much fun. He actually stayed in the swing for about 30 minutes, which is rare because he usually wants in the swing. Then, literally, five seconds later will say, "all done." But not this weekend. He was smiling while the breeze was brushing his face. He is so cute!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/960468229666518654-835734861494777962?l=nicolax3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolax3.blogspot.com/feeds/835734861494777962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=960468229666518654&amp;postID=835734861494777962&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/960468229666518654/posts/default/835734861494777962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/960468229666518654/posts/default/835734861494777962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolax3.blogspot.com/2009/08/timeless-tuesday.html' title='Timeless Tuesday'/><author><name>Heliotropism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/TPHzejatjQI/AAAAAAAABHc/jMACaHD1uNE/S220/Eternity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SoqfN-C09FI/AAAAAAAAAxw/-w8Mpi6hhdw/s72-c/DSC_0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-960468229666518654.post-4129377257781037873</id><published>2009-08-14T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T08:56:01.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning House</title><content type='html'>And not in the literal sense! I am cleaning house by going through my list of followers and the blogs that I follow. The ones that are not following me will no longer be graced with my presence as a follower. It is a tough job but someone has got to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few that do not follow me, but I will continue simply because I love what they write about. Not the typical "day in the life of a mother and her children" topics. Their writing has humor that allows me to escape from my reality for a brief moment. Don't get me wrong, I love to read about those "day in the life of a mother and her children" topics, but I also like a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A change is exactly what I am doing because I slowly started to realize that I am following a ton of blogs that are mainly blogging because of PR and hosting giveaways and every now and then will write something about their life. Sorry folks, that just doesn't interest me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, today is being spent by cleaning house and man is there a LOT of cleaning to be done. What, I have 89 followers, whom I &lt;3, and am following roughly 300 blogs. YIKES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't hear from me by Monday, send in search and rescue! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/960468229666518654-4129377257781037873?l=nicolax3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolax3.blogspot.com/feeds/4129377257781037873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=960468229666518654&amp;postID=4129377257781037873&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/960468229666518654/posts/default/4129377257781037873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/960468229666518654/posts/default/4129377257781037873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolax3.blogspot.com/2009/08/cleaning-house.html' title='Cleaning House'/><author><name>Heliotropism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/TPHzejatjQI/AAAAAAAABHc/jMACaHD1uNE/S220/Eternity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-960468229666518654.post-1051543829201028816</id><published>2009-08-13T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T08:40:38.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Your son needs a towel for splash day!"</title><content type='html'>Those were the first words I heard come out of the program director's mouth when I picked my son up from daycare yesterday. Let me start by saying his daycare is fab-u-lous. They just don't get any better than this one! During the summer, every Wednesday for my son's classroom is splash day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Splash day consists of water play. They have several small pools they fill with water, sprinklers, buckets, and the whole gamut. I have always, on every Monday, brought his sheet for his mat, his blanket for nap time, his board shorts, and his rash guard. Sunscreen is always there along with his swim dipes. Never, ever, have I thought to bring a freaking towel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when they first told me that they were going to be starting splash day because it had finally gotten consistently warm enough to do it, say oh, two months ago! They told me I needed to bring in gear for splash day. I asked what they meant. They said swimsuit, sunscreen, and swim dipes. Nothing about a towel. But, again, I should have thought of that myself! I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell I was a little devastated to hear that my son has been using another child's towel for the past two months on swim day? If not, I AM! There, now it is clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you wonder? Because, this means he has been using another kid's towel after that kid has dried off. The towel was not fresh. The towel was wet. AND, he was standing around waiting to be dried off while all the other kids were drying themselves. Plus, he was probably wondering, "where is my OWN towel?" "why am I the ONLY one who has to wait?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am hurt by this because he is my son and I LOVE HIM SO STINKING MUCH! AND, all I want for him is to be happy at all times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not really upset with his daycare because I should have known, but why wait two freaking months to say something to me? Why not say, oh, I don't know, after the second week? It honestly never even occurred to me to bring a towel because I guess a part of me assumed they didn't get drenched and they were allowed to play outside and dry off in the sun some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned! From this day forward, on Monday's I will bring a towel, board shorts, rash guard, sheet, and blanket!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/960468229666518654-1051543829201028816?l=nicolax3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolax3.blogspot.com/feeds/1051543829201028816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=960468229666518654&amp;postID=1051543829201028816&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/960468229666518654/posts/default/1051543829201028816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/960468229666518654/posts/default/1051543829201028816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolax3.blogspot.com/2009/08/your-son-needs-towel-for-splash-day.html' title='&quot;Your son needs a towel for splash day!&quot;'/><author><name>Heliotropism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/TPHzejatjQI/AAAAAAAABHc/jMACaHD1uNE/S220/Eternity.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-960468229666518654.post-3086441415314826644</id><published>2009-08-12T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T07:36:00.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"What would your children say?" Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;I was such a slacker last week, but am participating this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Welcome to another episode of "what would your children say?" Wednesday! Started by Marianne over at &lt;a href="http://familyamericanstyle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Family American Style&lt;/a&gt;. We are to share something memorable, funny, and/or entertaining our child(ren) have said in their lives that have stuck with us. If you want to participate, click on the icon below for instructions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://whatwouldyourchildrensaywednesday.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360996423510608642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SmYV1-l9SwI/AAAAAAAAAtw/eh8Vhy3nb_U/s320/What+would+your+children+say+Wednesday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My son has really taken a liking to horses (really anything that moves). All things horse, from the sounds they make *insert &lt;em&gt;neigh*&lt;/em&gt; to the movement they make, is really his passion right now. This all stems from a trip to Barnes and Noble where he finally discovered the John Deere farm set, which comes with a barn, tractor, horse, rooster, corn field, and some other stuff. He is pretty much hooked up in the farming department right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Anywhoooo, when I took all the stuff out of the box for this fab barn he immediately noticed the horse. We got into the whole what does a horse say? &lt;em&gt;neigh!&lt;/em&gt; What does a horse do? &lt;em&gt;gallop &lt;/em&gt;*me galloping around the house*! Well, he really became enthralled. The horse goes everywhere and does everything with him. He even tries to share his food with the horse. Very cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;However, the galloping part - not so cute! Why? Because this is what goes down in our house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Anthony: Mom, down (he wants me to lie on the floor so he can then straddle my mid-section. I know this because he is taking my hand and ever-so-gently pulling me back onto the floor and if I just sit he will gently push me back all the way to the floor:))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Me: o.k. sweetheart *&lt;em&gt;thinking &lt;/em&gt;Sure, I will be your human horse slave*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Anthony: Neigh, faster mommy (he wants me to pretend like I am galloping, fast, while laying on my back with him straddled across me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Anthony: (In addition to me galloping, apparently I am not fast enough, he is bouncing himself up and down.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;This happens EVERY TIME he hears the word horse or sees the horse. I am just waiting for the moment he wants me to do this in a store. Boy would we get some stares! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;I can't wait to read what your lil ones say!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Here is a picture of this beloved farm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368905027396085282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SoIurT7ApiI/AAAAAAAAAwo/YPFH1ZFsjDo/s320/DSC_0071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/960468229666518654-3086441415314826644?l=nicolax3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolax3.blogspot.com/feeds/3086441415314826644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=960468229666518654&amp;postID=3086441415314826644&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/960468229666518654/posts/default/3086441415314826644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/960468229666518654/posts/default/3086441415314826644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolax3.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-would-your-children-say-wednesday.html' title='&quot;What would your children say?&quot; Wednesday'/><author><name>Heliotropism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/TPHzejatjQI/AAAAAAAABHc/jMACaHD1uNE/S220/Eternity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SmYV1-l9SwI/AAAAAAAAAtw/eh8Vhy3nb_U/s72-c/What+would+your+children+say+Wednesday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-960468229666518654.post-8865207500652387552</id><published>2009-08-11T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T09:34:33.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taming Thoughts Through Tantalizing Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368744451361060850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SoGcojk5t_I/AAAAAAAAAwY/aHjp6c1ZqCc/s320/Professional+Turtle+Rider.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368744445753774994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SoGcoOsBU5I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/8xfkI3qO7pc/s320/Professional+Climber.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368744315109240626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SoGcgn_77zI/AAAAAAAAAwI/kqhG2AeI584/s320/Sleepy+Head.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368744592470852962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SoGcwxQGRWI/AAAAAAAAAwg/VlT9p9nl0nM/s320/Gravity.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368744310118589586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SoGcgVaEpJI/AAAAAAAAAwA/K_6pKdP4C1U/s320/Block+Builda.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SoGcgAJ4fDI/AAAAAAAAAv4/kcAebwYTB9k/s1600-h/Music+Maka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368744304413539378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SoGcgAJ4fDI/AAAAAAAAAv4/kcAebwYTB9k/s320/Music+Maka.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SoGcgDOc5aI/AAAAAAAAAvw/VmNGCtNHF0c/s1600-h/Hungry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368744305238009250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SoGcgDOc5aI/AAAAAAAAAvw/VmNGCtNHF0c/s320/Hungry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The quality is not great because they were all taken with my phone, sorry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are pics from our weekend eventure at the Science Museum and the mall play area!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/960468229666518654-8865207500652387552?l=nicolax3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolax3.blogspot.com/feeds/8865207500652387552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=960468229666518654&amp;postID=8865207500652387552&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/960468229666518654/posts/default/8865207500652387552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/960468229666518654/posts/default/8865207500652387552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolax3.blogspot.com/2009/08/taming-thoughts-through-tantalizing.html' title='Taming Thoughts Through Tantalizing Pictures'/><author><name>Heliotropism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/TPHzejatjQI/AAAAAAAABHc/jMACaHD1uNE/S220/Eternity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SoGcojk5t_I/AAAAAAAAAwY/aHjp6c1ZqCc/s72-c/Professional+Turtle+Rider.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-960468229666518654.post-3974378335320586225</id><published>2009-08-10T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T21:08:53.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW, where has the time gone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Wow, I have been such a slacker... seriously, I need to prioritize my time better. I have just been having so much fun with my lil man! We have been on the go non-stop for the past two weeks. This past weekend we had a birthday party to attend on Saturday. Then in the evening I met up with friend for dinner and drinks... always good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday my lil man and I headed out the &lt;a href="http://www.rhfleet.org/index.html"&gt;Science Museum&lt;/a&gt; for some fun. Anthony had a blast there learning about gravity, waves, air, and so much more! I highly recommend anyone with children to see if there is a local science museum in their area and take your kids there! After the museum, and a much needed nap, we met his aunt Shiloh for dinner at &lt;a href="http://www.bjsbrewhouse.com/"&gt;BJ's Brewery&lt;/a&gt;. Where I indulged in the Spinach and Artichoke Pizza and some of their freshly brewed Harvest Hefeweizen (YUM and one of my faves). Anthony had the delicious kid cheese pizza, which he LOVED. There pizza is absolutely delicious - it has to be bad for you!! Then we headed home and played (more like he used me as his jungle gym).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He tells me to lie down on the floor by saying, "down". Then he straddles my mid-section like I am a horse and proceeds to tell me to, "bounce, faster, faster, faster!" Mind you, he is bouncing himself so my ribs are KILLING ME today! Oh well, as long as my lil man was having fun it is all good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, I found out I got another award (How fun?!?!) It is the One Lovely Blog Award!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heather, over at at &lt;a href="http://oswaldcuties.blogspot.com/"&gt;Oswald Cuties&lt;/a&gt; awarded me with this fab-u-lous award, check-it-out below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366581735425171042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/Snntp64d3mI/AAAAAAAAAvA/ZvpA-unwZhg/s320/a_lovely_blog_award.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By accepting the award, I am asked to pass the award on to 15 other sites I love. There are so many that I love that I am glad I get to choose 15. Here they are in no particular order:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://babeelove.com/"&gt;Babee Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://babeelove.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.dianarambles.com/"&gt;Diana Rambles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://mommymatters2me.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mommy Matters&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://writeonetwo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Random Thoughts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.maneuveringmotherhood.com/"&gt;Maneuvering Motherhood&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://motherhoodmomentss.blogspot.com/"&gt;Motherhood Moments&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. &lt;a href="http://totmama.blogspot.com/"&gt;Raising Normal Kids&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. &lt;a href="http://andrealuyties.blogspot.com/"&gt;Two Little Birds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. &lt;a href="http://onebeermom.blogspot.com/"&gt;One Beer Mom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. &lt;a href="http://thedailydribbles.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Daily Dribbles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. &lt;a href="http://donna444444.blogspot.com/"&gt;Donna's World&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://donna444444.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;12. &lt;a href="http://newlyidentified.blogspot.com/"&gt;Newly Identified&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. &lt;a href="http://www.surviving3boys.com/"&gt;3 Boys, and Loving It!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14. &lt;a href="http://multiculturalmom.blogspot.com/"&gt;Multicultural Mom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15. &lt;a href="http://plannedimprovisation.blogspot.com/"&gt;Planned Improvisation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/960468229666518654-3974378335320586225?l=nicolax3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolax3.blogspot.com/feeds/3974378335320586225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=960468229666518654&amp;postID=3974378335320586225&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/960468229666518654/posts/default/3974378335320586225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/960468229666518654/posts/default/3974378335320586225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolax3.blogspot.com/2009/08/wow-where-has-time-gone.html' title='WOW, where has the time gone?'/><author><name>Heliotropism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/TPHzejatjQI/AAAAAAAABHc/jMACaHD1uNE/S220/Eternity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/Snntp64d3mI/AAAAAAAAAvA/ZvpA-unwZhg/s72-c/a_lovely_blog_award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-960468229666518654.post-6679409271365685709</id><published>2009-07-30T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T10:43:40.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme Award.... (Yippeeeee)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SnHTty1G1iI/AAAAAAAAAuI/-H54MKL6AYU/s1600-h/Meme+Award.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364301414867064354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SnHTty1G1iI/AAAAAAAAAuI/-H54MKL6AYU/s320/Meme+Award.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, another award for my blog thanks to Yonca over at &lt;a href="http://yoncaskitchen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yonca is Cooking&lt;/a&gt;. THANK YOU YONCA! ((HUGS))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever you have time, please stop by her site. She has some delicious recipes and an interesting take on food. Promise your stomach will be satisfied!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the rules of this award;&lt;br /&gt;*Acknowledge the person who gave you the award&lt;br /&gt;*List 7 Personality Traits about yourself&lt;br /&gt;*Pass the award on to 7 other blogs that deserve recognition for the personalities that they share with the blogging world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my 7 personality traits:&lt;br /&gt;Creative&lt;br /&gt;Independent&lt;br /&gt;Honest&lt;br /&gt;Passionate&lt;br /&gt;Caring&lt;br /&gt;Respectful&lt;br /&gt;Crazy, and&lt;br /&gt;Always Goofy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the fun stuff... time to share!&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to pass this award on to following wonderful bloggers (and this is in no particular order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Zealandsmom, at &lt;a href="http://zealandsmom.blogspot.com/"&gt;There's No Snakes in New Zealand&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Maria, at &lt;a href="http://mommymaria.wordpress.com/"&gt;Mommy Maria&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Lil, at &lt;a href="http://pickinglilies.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gypsy Fox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Marianne, at &lt;a href="http://familyamericanstyle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Family American Style&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Paula, at &lt;a href="http://apartyof6.blogspot.com/"&gt;Party of Six&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Juanita, at &lt;a href="http://juanitaharris.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blah, Blah, Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Andy, at &lt;a href="http://findingfairytales.blogspot.com/"&gt;Finding Fairy Tales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is your turn lovely ladies to share the wealth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/960468229666518654-6679409271365685709?l=nicolax3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicolax3.blogspot.com/feeds/6679409271365685709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=960468229666518654&amp;postID=6679409271365685709&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/960468229666518654/posts/default/6679409271365685709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/960468229666518654/posts/default/6679409271365685709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicolax3.blogspot.com/2009/07/meme-award-yippeeeee.html' title='Meme Award.... (Yippeeeee)'/><author><name>Heliotropism</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='17' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/TPHzejatjQI/AAAAAAAABHc/jMACaHD1uNE/S220/Eternity.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SnHTty1G1iI/AAAAAAAAAuI/-H54MKL6AYU/s72-c/Meme+Award.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-960468229666518654.post-2692636505011549498</id><published>2009-07-29T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T14:28:50.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"What would your children say?" Wednesday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Welcome to another episode of "what would your children say?" Wednesday! Started by Marianne over at &lt;a href="http://familyamericanstyle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Family American Style&lt;/a&gt;. We are to share something memorable, funny, and/or entertaining our child(ren) have said in their lives that have stuck with us. If you want to participate, click on the icon below for instructions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whatwouldyourchildrensaywednesday.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360996423510608642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/SmYV1-l9SwI/AAAAAAAAAtw/eh8Vhy3nb_U/s320/What+would+your+children+say+Wednesday.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My son said the cutest and the funiest stuff he has ever said last Wednesday! He was sent home from daycare early because he had two diarrhea diapers in an hour and they said he was "cranky" *&lt;em&gt;rolling eyes&lt;/em&gt;*. He really wasn't cranky, just tired and hungry. After all, he is getting his two year molars...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after his nap he woke up and wanted to watch &lt;a href="http://adisney.go.com/disneypictures/cars/main.html"&gt;Cars&lt;/a&gt;. Off to the living room we went. We sat on the couch, I got him some pretzel rods and water. He waited patiently for the movie to begin. If you haven't seen cars, it is a movie where the cars take the place of humans and animals, and, well, cars too, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this one scene where Mater and Lightin' McQueen are tractor tippin' (yes, this is like cow tippin'). When the tractors would tip over they would go "moooooo" and then drop. Anthony thoughts this was hysterical. Everytime a tractor would tip Anthony would say, "cow down!" Then giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of Mater and Lightin' McQueen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/Sm_FkDf9qkI/AAAAAAAAAt4/MIN6zCFh8xY/s1600-h/DSC_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363722904426883650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/Sm_FkDf9qkI/AAAAAAAAAt4/MIN6zCFh8xY/s320/DSC_0091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/Sm_Fku5lZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/_1hs174zhoE/s1600-h/DSC_0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363722916077070066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gMqQVrcprxM/Sm_Fku5lZvI/AAAAAAAAAuA/_1hs174zhoE/s320/DSC_0093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As you can see this is a picture I took, which means Anthony has these toy cars. Mid-way through the movie he got the bright idea to bring those cars out into the living room, to sit with us. Well, he wasn't just satisfied with them &lt;em&gt;sitting &lt;/em&gt;there. Nope, he wanted them to do more. In fact, he wanted them to talk. He wanted them to talk so much that he picked them up and yelled, "TALK!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing so hard. He, of course, gave me the "look" of death. Then I had to try and explain that cars &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;don't talk unless they are a cartoon, which was difficult because his cars in his hand matched the cars on the television and his lil brain just couldn't comprehend. 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