<?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-123317778560417261</id><updated>2011-07-28T05:03:19.058-07:00</updated><category term='cloth diapers'/><category term='firsts'/><category term='Birth'/><category term='cool stuff'/><category term='smiles'/><category term='messes'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='Family'/><category term='signing'/><category term='eating'/><category term='holiday'/><category term='video'/><category term='circumcision'/><category term='camping'/><category term='Friends in need'/><category term='diapers'/><category term='health'/><category term='learning'/><category term='technical difficulties'/><category term='work'/><category term='nap time'/><category term='playtime'/><category term='growing'/><category term='lapbooks'/><title type='text'>Growing up with Connor</title><subtitle type='html'>My attempt at keeping a blog to update friends and family about the newest addition to our little family.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123317778560417261.post-3565090503776316568</id><published>2010-10-10T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T17:43:09.048-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playtime'/><title type='text'>Stupid template</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/TLJdAY3Q8vI/AAAAAAAAAa8/5vuzFDwlXWw/s1600/IMG_5115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/TLJdAY3Q8vI/AAAAAAAAAa8/5vuzFDwlXWw/s400/IMG_5115.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526581953992651506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogger is just frustrating me like crazy today.  I'm just adding this post to fill up the top space so that the sidebar isn't being infiltrated by pictures.  I really need to just suck it up and buy a template, but I'm broke AND cheap, so those two things don't really work well with buying digital images and html code.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll finish the post off with an awesome picture I got at the park a couple of weeks ago.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123317778560417261-3565090503776316568?l=growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/3565090503776316568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123317778560417261&amp;postID=3565090503776316568&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/3565090503776316568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/3565090503776316568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/2010/10/stupid-template.html' title='Stupid template'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/TLJdAY3Q8vI/AAAAAAAAAa8/5vuzFDwlXWw/s72-c/IMG_5115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123317778560417261.post-6080415278611087479</id><published>2010-10-10T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T16:43:06.351-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lapbooks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><title type='text'>Counting lapbook!</title><content type='html'>Here is our second lapbook, with a focus on counting to five.  For the record, I know a lot of people are against doing anything "school like" with toddlers, but I think as long as he's enjoying it, why not?  I'm not forcing him to sit down and listen to a lesson, we're just having fun!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I designed this one myself, using templates from &lt;a href="http://www.homeschoolshare.com/lapbooking_resources.php"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;website.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here it is with the cover closed:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Samantha616/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5186.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Samantha616/IMG_5186.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here are all of the minibooks:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Samantha616/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5188.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Samantha616/IMG_5188.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The petal book opens to show dice inspired dots, one through five.  The pocket holds 4x6 cards with pictures of objects, again one through five:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Samantha616/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5189.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Samantha616/IMG_5189.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The acordian book has hearts, one through five, plus the number written above.  The matchbook cover holds a counting game, with pictures in random order to count:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Samantha616/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5190.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Samantha616/IMG_5190.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was an extra page in the matchbook, so I thought "Good Job" was a nice touch:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Samantha616/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5192.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Samantha616/IMG_5192.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here he is enjoying it!  Every time he opened a new book, he said "Oooh, what's that?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Samantha616/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5195.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Samantha616/IMG_5195.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Samantha616/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5193.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Samantha616/IMG_5193.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&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/123317778560417261-6080415278611087479?l=growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/6080415278611087479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123317778560417261&amp;postID=6080415278611087479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/6080415278611087479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/6080415278611087479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/2010/10/counting-lapbook.html' title='Counting lapbook!'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123317778560417261.post-6233689172899124428</id><published>2010-10-10T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T16:43:27.085-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lapbooks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><title type='text'>Connors first lap book!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I absolutely love the idea of lapbooks, especially to tie up a section in a homeschooling situation.  In fact, my class at work is making a spider lapbook right now, and we're going to start bats for the second half of the month!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I found &lt;a href="http://www.1plus1plus1equals1.com/TotBooksTotPacksALL.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; I was THRILLED!  We used her Cars themed tot book, and Connor has been having a blast with it!  We made a numbers one as well, but I'll cover that in a later post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the cover, which I designed using pictures I found through google.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Samantha616/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5181.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Samantha616/IMG_5181.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the inside of the book, with everything closed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Samantha616/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5182.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Samantha616/IMG_5182.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are the color and shape books:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Samantha616/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5183.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Samantha616/IMG_5183.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the name book, and the counting cards:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Samantha616/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5185.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Samantha616/IMG_5185.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course, here he is enjoying it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Samantha616/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5199.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Samantha616/IMG_5199.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Samantha616/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5201.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Samantha616/IMG_5201.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Samantha616/?action=view&amp;amp;current=IMG_5203.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Samantha616/IMG_5203.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&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/123317778560417261-6233689172899124428?l=growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/6233689172899124428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123317778560417261&amp;postID=6233689172899124428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/6233689172899124428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/6233689172899124428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/2010/10/connors-first-lap-book.html' title='Connors first lap book!'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123317778560417261.post-9124294751116196531</id><published>2010-07-27T09:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T09:54:34.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coolest Dinosaur EVER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.boogerbearcreations.com/2010/07/giveaway-happy-birthday-wedding.html"&gt;http://www.boogerbearcreations.com/2010/07/giveaway-happy-birthday-wedding.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just doing my part to support a Work At Home Mom, and hopefully win a dinosaur for Connor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123317778560417261-9124294751116196531?l=growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/9124294751116196531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123317778560417261&amp;postID=9124294751116196531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/9124294751116196531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/9124294751116196531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/2010/07/coolest-dinosaur-ever.html' title='Coolest Dinosaur EVER!'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123317778560417261.post-3030458230299889047</id><published>2010-07-09T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T18:16:16.799-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playtime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camping'/><title type='text'>Camping 2010!</title><content type='html'>Our yearly camping trip was another adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there on Tuesday afternoon (7-6-10) after a longer-than-usual drive.  Our car overheated on the mountain, so we really had to nurse her up there, stopping often to cool down.  By the time we got there, Connor was pretty cranky, but when we got his tricycle out he was happy again.  We set up camp, did a bit of exploring and started dinner.  I premade some tin foil dinners for us, made up of cubed steak, potatoes, carrots, celery, Lea &amp;amp; Perrens, and a bit of salt and pepper.  We had some corn on the cob as well, and banana boats for dessert.  Banana boats are too sweet for my taste, but they're a kid favorite.  Just slice a banana legnthwise, leaving the outside peel intact.  Stuff with mini marshmallows and chocolate chips, seal with peanut butter, and wrap in foil.  Bury them in hot coals for about 10 minutes and eat with a spoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bedtime was nice and easy, and thankfully we had enough of our normal routine for Connor to go down without any problems.  The girls were in their tent, giggling long into the night.  We were up with the sun, and had ziplock omelets for breakfast.  (These are super easy.  Break two eggs into a ziplock bag, add whatever ingredients you like, and boil for 15 minutes.  They fall right out.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took some easy walks, fixed our natural bathtub that had been flooded and filled with sand, and watched the wildlife.Connor had tons of fun chasing butterflies and looking for birds, but walks were a bit stressful for all of us.  He's still really prone to falling, so we couldn't get too many steps away from him out of fear that he'd fall in the creek.  He didn't like this restriction very much.  As long as he was allowed to lead, he was pretty happy though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was wrapped up with steaks and carrots, and of course S'mores!  We tried making breadsticks over the campfire, but they were a lot of work and not anything special to eat.  By Thursday morning, we were all tired and ready for a shower, so we headed home.  The trip home was easier since it was downhill, but we're pretty sure we blew a head gasket.  For now it looks fixable, so fingers are crossed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Sara and Megan's tent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/TDedc0e48iI/AAAAAAAAAY0/GqB6fSFTAYg/s1600/101_2315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/TDedc0e48iI/AAAAAAAAAY0/GqB6fSFTAYg/s400/101_2315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492031389051712034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is our tent, with my and Chris' bed on the right and Connor's bed on the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/TDeddbX_RLI/AAAAAAAAAY8/xV_At3EGDio/s1600/IMG_4457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/TDeddbX_RLI/AAAAAAAAAY8/xV_At3EGDio/s400/IMG_4457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492031399491749042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Connor checking out his new bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/TDedd5R9uTI/AAAAAAAAAZE/iQteKKvIgco/s1600/IMG_4465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/TDedd5R9uTI/AAAAAAAAAZE/iQteKKvIgco/s400/IMG_4465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492031407519545650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our campsite:  The trailer is on the far left, with our tent right next to it.  Then you can see the firewood, and through those trees is a small hill that leads to the creek.  To the far right is Sara and Megans tent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/TDedesbpzOI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Z-yzzjKXTDI/s1600/IMG_4469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/TDedesbpzOI/AAAAAAAAAZM/Z-yzzjKXTDI/s400/IMG_4469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492031421250391266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our creek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/TDedfBS70SI/AAAAAAAAAZU/vCyaBJWT3FM/s1600/IMG_4474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/TDedfBS70SI/AAAAAAAAAZU/vCyaBJWT3FM/s400/IMG_4474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492031426850967842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mary Jane on her run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/TDfEB-S-DBI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Yd62CV5kduo/s1600/IMG_4509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/TDfEB-S-DBI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Yd62CV5kduo/s400/IMG_4509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492073808783084562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Connor taking a nap right after we finished setting up camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/TDfEBexj3YI/AAAAAAAAAZc/yYU0wKwyNKI/s1600/IMG_4490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/TDfEBexj3YI/AAAAAAAAAZc/yYU0wKwyNKI/s400/IMG_4490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492073800321457538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Connor and his evil laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/TDfECS_CjqI/AAAAAAAAAZs/fnbKzQ93OZs/s1600/IMG_4532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/TDfECS_CjqI/AAAAAAAAAZs/fnbKzQ93OZs/s400/IMG_4532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492073814336638626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls bright and early Wednesday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/TDfEC-vrFYI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/uVUsxnzJwnA/s1600/IMG_4533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/TDfEC-vrFYI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/uVUsxnzJwnA/s400/IMG_4533.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492073826083345794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting a drink out of the irrigation pipe that feeds our natural bathtub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/TDfEDU-WDCI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/B5GlW_ovqPQ/s1600/IMG_4563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/TDfEDU-WDCI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/B5GlW_ovqPQ/s400/IMG_4563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492073832050461730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cleaning the sand and muck out of the natural bathtub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/TDfIn4G9WNI/AAAAAAAAAaE/1TX4mvFT0lc/s1600/IMG_4556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/TDfIn4G9WNI/AAAAAAAAAaE/1TX4mvFT0lc/s400/IMG_4556.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492078858003634386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Connor running around the campsite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/TDfIod2oU9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/Ml_jl95ayDI/s1600/IMG_4592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/TDfIod2oU9I/AAAAAAAAAaM/Ml_jl95ayDI/s400/IMG_4592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492078868135695314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123317778560417261-3030458230299889047?l=growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/3030458230299889047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123317778560417261&amp;postID=3030458230299889047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/3030458230299889047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/3030458230299889047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/2010/07/camping-2010.html' title='Camping 2010!'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/TDedc0e48iI/AAAAAAAAAY0/GqB6fSFTAYg/s72-c/101_2315.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123317778560417261.post-5809608560238768193</id><published>2010-06-18T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T08:46:15.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playtime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>My baby boy turned two this week!  We had a small party at the park, and he had a blast.  He got three different tractors (well, two tractors and a dump truck), a couple of books, a Slinky Dog from Toy Story, a stuffed Buzz Lightyear, a My Pal Scout (stuffed dog that learns his name and favorite things), some cars, and a squirt gun.  The dump truck was the clear favorite, but all of his presents have gotten tons of play time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, he is talking enough to drive the most patient person insane, but it's awesome.  On the way to the store yesterday, he told me that he has shoes about 392 times.  No sentences yet, but he's putting two words together on a regular basis.  The potty thing is still slow, but we are determined not to stress out on it.  He'll do it when he's ready, and in the meantime I'll just take him to the potty whenever he asks.  He does ask from time to time, but it's not often enough to make me think that he's really ready.  I'd rather have him in diapers until he's 4 than stress all of us out over accidents and crying.  At this rate though, I think he's going to get it pretty soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/TBuHsiO8TYI/AAAAAAAAAXs/YSPCEKAxlTk/s1600/IMG_4344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/TBuHsiO8TYI/AAAAAAAAAXs/YSPCEKAxlTk/s400/IMG_4344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484126170427182466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/TBuHtVAsdJI/AAAAAAAAAX0/RRlcMUpzOgc/s1600/IMG_4352.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/TBuHtVAsdJI/AAAAAAAAAX0/RRlcMUpzOgc/s1600/IMG_4352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; 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Her name is Tamika, and her son's name was Gabriel.  He was only 4 years old.  It was her baby's first birthday, and they had a few friends over for a bbq.  The kids were in a friends SUV watching a movie, when the battery drained.  Tamika was inside with the baby, and her husband was outside with the kids and a couple of adult friends.  The husband and one of the friends went in search of some jumper cables, leaving the kids with the other adult friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman who was left watching them walked away, and one of the older kids bumped the car into neutral.  The SUV rolled backwards into Gabriel and the lit BBQ, pinning him and it against the house.  Tamika was the first one to get to him. She tried to move the car, but she wasn't strong enough.  She tried to administer CPR, but she wasn't able to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He suffered 2nd and 3rd degree burns, as well as head trauma and cardiac arrest.  He died in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her friends have set up a paypal account to accept contributions for his final expenses.  If you can give, please give.  If you can't give, please pass this story along.   Any help we can get to her is needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The address to the paypal account is gabrielhinton@yahoo.com  A link to the news article is &lt;a href="http://www.newstalk1160.com/suv-rolls-over-dekalb-child"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;a href="http://www.newstalk1160.com/suv-rolls-over-dekalb-child"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123317778560417261-2264857407379016969?l=growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/2264857407379016969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123317778560417261&amp;postID=2264857407379016969&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/2264857407379016969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/2264857407379016969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/2010/05/very-sad-post.html' title='A very sad post'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123317778560417261.post-2079166959262236996</id><published>2010-05-24T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T10:14:45.779-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing'/><title type='text'>The little things</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I stop to think about the little things that Connor does, and it makes me sad to think that, in time, I will probably forget most of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like how he's been a little parrot with his talking skills for a couple of months now, but he still won't say "I love you" no matter how hard we try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or how he's already trying to call me "mom" instead of "mommy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the cute little way his bottom lip sticks out when he puckers up for a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or that his first big owie was on his left foot, when he stepped on the screw outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or how he will suck air in through his nose and squish up his face when he points at me, and how he knows that this is the fastest way to make me laugh when I'm getting frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or that he loves riding in the car so much, he's learned how to buckle himself in, and so far, he's never tried to get out of his car seat while we're driving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or how he wants nothing more than to sit with me all day long.  Knowing that this will be gone someday helps me get through the frustration of being attached to him from morning to night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or how often I forget to watch him when he has a drink and a bowl of food at the same time, because no matter what the meal is, he will pour the drink over his food like cereal and milk every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never want to forget these things, but I know there are a thousand little things like it that I've already forgotten.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123317778560417261-2079166959262236996?l=growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/2079166959262236996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123317778560417261&amp;postID=2079166959262236996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/2079166959262236996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/2079166959262236996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/2010/05/little-things.html' title='The little things'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123317778560417261.post-6723425824101597603</id><published>2010-05-15T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T16:25:23.884-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='messes'/><title type='text'>Glitter!</title><content type='html'>This was a learning day for us.  Connor learned all about green glitter, and I learned a cool trick for getting it out of laundry.  You have to saturate the glitter with hair spray, then let it dry completely and it will come out in the washing machine.  DO NOT shake it until after the hairspray has dried, or you'll have to spray a much larger area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and don't leave glitter where toddlers can get to us.  That was the big lesson of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/S-8sRxBnMrI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ux4N3R1gv30/s1600/IMG_4234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/S-8sRxBnMrI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ux4N3R1gv30/s400/IMG_4234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471640756007940786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/S-8sSdDoqLI/AAAAAAAAAXc/BRHWdpWfDfU/s1600/IMG_4236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/S-8sSdDoqLI/AAAAAAAAAXc/BRHWdpWfDfU/s400/IMG_4236.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471640767827585202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/S-8sS76fjnI/AAAAAAAAAXk/eW_wpUp0RAw/s1600/IMG_4237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/S-8sS76fjnI/AAAAAAAAAXk/eW_wpUp0RAw/s400/IMG_4237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471640776110739058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/S-8sS76fjnI/AAAAAAAAAXk/eW_wpUp0RAw/s1600/IMG_4237.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123317778560417261-6723425824101597603?l=growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/6723425824101597603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123317778560417261&amp;postID=6723425824101597603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/6723425824101597603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/6723425824101597603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/2010/05/glitter.html' title='Glitter!'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/S-8sRxBnMrI/AAAAAAAAAXU/Ux4N3R1gv30/s72-c/IMG_4234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123317778560417261.post-5526426775538925501</id><published>2010-05-02T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T22:05:34.492-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><title type='text'>Story time with Connor</title><content type='html'>We just finished our bedtime story.  Here's a rundown.&lt;p&gt;I  asked Connor if he was ready for bed.  He screeched "NO!" and ran to  Daddy.  I asked him if he was ready for a book, and he just about tripped  over himself to turn around and head for bed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We grabbed his  basket next to his bed and put all of them away, then we picked out new  ones.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He got in bed, sitting down facing me while I was on a  chair next to him, and picked a book for me to read.  Tonight he didn't  want his own, which is cool with me but it's a first.  We had a  lift-the-flap little people zoo book.  He lifted all of the flaps on the  first page about 5 times while I struggled to keep up and tell him what  they animals were.  We were halfway through the second page when he  closed the book and put it away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then he grabbed a truck book.  We got  through about half of them, with me telling him the names of the  different trucks (dump truck, fire  truck, bulldozer, etc) and him trying to repeat them.  Half way through,  he closed it and put it away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then on to a dinosaur pop-up book.   That was cool until we got to a stegosaurus eating some grass.  It  scared him and he wouldn't come out from behind his pillow until I put  it away.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then to a fairy tale book, until he realized that there  were actual sentences in it.  We didn't get through a paragraph.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We  did the lift-the-flap zoo book again, then the truck book again, and he  was ready to be done.  I turned the lights off, we listened to his  glow-worm a few times, and I kissed him goodnight.&lt;/p&gt;It's not a very  restful storytime, but it works! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture has nothing to do with storytime, but it's just too good not to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/S95Y9PGOGcI/AAAAAAAAAWo/VzvWblDJDgA/s1600/IMG_4152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/S95Y9PGOGcI/AAAAAAAAAWo/VzvWblDJDgA/s400/IMG_4152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466904806722247106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123317778560417261-5526426775538925501?l=growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/5526426775538925501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123317778560417261&amp;postID=5526426775538925501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/5526426775538925501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/5526426775538925501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/2010/05/story-time-with-connor.html' title='Story time with Connor'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/S95Y9PGOGcI/AAAAAAAAAWo/VzvWblDJDgA/s72-c/IMG_4152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123317778560417261.post-69683587641723073</id><published>2010-04-30T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T12:22:25.739-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing'/><title type='text'>Thoughts on school</title><content type='html'>Chris and I have already been putting some thought into Connors education, and we're both really leaning toward homeschool.  The public school in our area is very substandard.  The entire district is stretched too thin, and even the best teachers are showing wear lately.  It's true, of course, that we still have several years before Connor starts kindergarten in the 2013-2014 school year, but I have serious doubts that things will change drastically enough for me to be comfortable in 3 1/2 short years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides that, the more I learn, the more I'm just not crazy about the institution as a whole.  Of course public and private schools have kicked out millions of incredibly intelligent and well rounded adults, but I really question if it's the best way.  Every child, every person, has their strengths and weaknesses, so is it really beneficial to make an entire class work at the same pace?  It works, but is it best?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not decided yet, but I've been doing research anyway.  Yes, I know that I think too much and plan too far into the future, but you should all know that about me by now.  I have a need to feel prepared for whatever I can predict.  It makes me feel sane to think ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of unschooling (not to be confused with the radical unschooling that has been in the media lately) is really catching my attention.  I'm not convinced that it's a great idea for an entire schooling career, but for at least primary grades it really seems to make sense.  If I had to make a decision right now, I think we would start with unschooling, and gradually work in a flexible curriculum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in case anyone is wondering, it is all very legal in California.  Our laws are actually very easy going when it comes to homeschooling.  I have to submit a letter of intent once a year, and keep attendance records.  If investigated, I need to show that he is being taught in English, and that we are introducing all major subjects.  All of this is to qualify our home as a private school, with Chris and I as teachers, administrators, and staff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's all just thoughts right now, nothing solid.  It's a very easy idea to get used to though.  Plus with all of the extra curricular activities present in the area, he won't have any trouble at all finding friends and socializing with his peers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123317778560417261-69683587641723073?l=growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/69683587641723073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123317778560417261&amp;postID=69683587641723073&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/69683587641723073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/69683587641723073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/2010/04/thoughts-on-school.html' title='Thoughts on school'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123317778560417261.post-3528782087134837657</id><published>2010-04-26T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T09:20:07.994-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playtime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing'/><title type='text'>Connors first black eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/S9W1o0hSGSI/AAAAAAAAAWg/wN474iGd-yU/s1600/IMG_4159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/S9W1o0hSGSI/AAAAAAAAAWg/wN474iGd-yU/s400/IMG_4159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464473435781601570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor little guy.  Daddy was chasing him around the house, and he tripped and landed right into a stool.  And yes, that's mustard on his nose. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connor is talking up a storm lately.  He says so many words I can't even list them any more.  No sentences yet, but he's getting close.  Well, unless adding "please" onto the end of a word counts as a sentence.  I don't think that counts though.  Right now he wants me to open the front door, so every time I'm not looking, he knocks on the wall so I'll think that someone is there.  He's a genius, I'm telling you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hUN0Gl7YOYY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hUN0Gl7YOYY&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123317778560417261-3528782087134837657?l=growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/3528782087134837657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123317778560417261&amp;postID=3528782087134837657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/3528782087134837657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/3528782087134837657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/2010/04/connors-first-black-eye.html' title='Connors first black eye'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/S9W1o0hSGSI/AAAAAAAAAWg/wN474iGd-yU/s72-c/IMG_4159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123317778560417261.post-8191289380540477020</id><published>2010-04-21T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T08:58:52.150-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing'/><title type='text'>Connors new bed</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Grandpa Bill and Grandma Lori (LorLor), Connor got the racecar bed that I've been longing for ever since before he was born!  It's called a Step2 Stock Car bed, and it converts from a toddler to a twin mattress.  We couldn't have dreamed of an easier conversion to a big boy bed.  He absolutely adores it, and everyone who comes over is instantly dragged into his bedroom to adore it, even if they've already seen it.  He spends almost half of his time playing and climbing on it, and has slept through the night with no issues at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/S88gUVb6p2I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/xNX6jqESt-o/s1600/101_2274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/S88gUVb6p2I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/xNX6jqESt-o/s400/101_2274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462620406747408226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/S88gUkuHJJI/AAAAAAAAAWY/yWG46j1QyK0/s1600/101_2276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/S88gUkuHJJI/AAAAAAAAAWY/yWG46j1QyK0/s400/101_2276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462620410850256018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123317778560417261-8191289380540477020?l=growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/8191289380540477020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123317778560417261&amp;postID=8191289380540477020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/8191289380540477020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/8191289380540477020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/2010/04/connors-new-bed.html' title='Connors new bed'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/S88gUVb6p2I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/xNX6jqESt-o/s72-c/101_2274.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123317778560417261.post-8549157164326849615</id><published>2010-03-31T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T10:52:20.722-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playtime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smiles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Catching up</title><content type='html'>Ok, so it's been, what, 8 months since I last posted?  I really thought I would be awesome at this mommy blogging thing, especially with my love of sharing pictures, but I'm really lousy at it, aren't I?So what's been going on?  My baby turned into a toddler, that's what!  He's in to everything we don't want him in to, and he gets out of everything we want to keep him in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The easiest (and funnest) way to catch up is with pictures!  I'll start digging back in July, when the last post was, and work my way up to now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 13 months, Connor started walking.  The cats were most unhappy with this, but he sure was pleased!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/S7Ntz_Mw3oI/AAAAAAAAAUA/r37_H7u6aBM/s1600/IMG_1312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/S7Ntz_Mw3oI/AAAAAAAAAUA/r37_H7u6aBM/s400/IMG_1312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454824313581526658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At 14 months he got a new tricycle.  He still loves this thing!  It's convertible, so at first you can put the big handle underneath it to make it a rocking ride-on toy.  We're about ready to take off the big handle all-together to make it a traditional trike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/S7NvpuOXImI/AAAAAAAAAUI/1RAzS40CHKE/s1600/IMG_1416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/S7NvpuOXImI/AAAAAAAAAUI/1RAzS40CHKE/s400/IMG_1416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454826336249389666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At 15 months, we took a trip to San Diego to visit with some of my Cloth Diapering friends from the internet.  It was a lot of fun to meet other crunchy mamas like myself, and Connor had a blast and made lots of new friends.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/S7NxQID6akI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/i9uHvU-L7iI/s1600/post_1009275_1254107728_med.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/S7NxQID6akI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/i9uHvU-L7iI/s400/post_1009275_1254107728_med.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454828095531543106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;16 months saw Halloween!  Connor was the cutest clown in town, in my humble opinion, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/S7NyZ98Rj5I/AAAAAAAAAUY/QJcD3nfoeLc/s1600/IMG_3430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/S7NyZ98Rj5I/AAAAAAAAAUY/QJcD3nfoeLc/s400/IMG_3430.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454829364125470610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;17 months saw our first snowstorm of the year, and Connor played in it all day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/S7NzvlwqScI/AAAAAAAAAUg/xilovmkQSF0/s1600/IMG_3542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/S7NzvlwqScI/AAAAAAAAAUg/xilovmkQSF0/s400/IMG_3542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454830835103058370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 months saw Christmas!  Yay!  Santa was NOT a hit this year....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/S7N6DGr9oaI/AAAAAAAAAUo/loRRk5ReAug/s1600/IMG_3569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/S7N6DGr9oaI/AAAAAAAAAUo/loRRk5ReAug/s400/IMG_3569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454837767429005730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new car from Grandpa Bill was a BIG hit though!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/S7N6DtNoLLI/AAAAAAAAAUw/qXsQoA8WKz8/s1600/IMG_3614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/S7N6DtNoLLI/AAAAAAAAAUw/qXsQoA8WKz8/s400/IMG_3614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454837777770753202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wiggles have taken over our lives ever since....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/S7N6EopzAeI/AAAAAAAAAVA/cbNotxWNReM/s1600/IMG_3634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/S7N6EopzAeI/AAAAAAAAAVA/cbNotxWNReM/s400/IMG_3634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454837793726595554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dinner with Grandma Joyce was delicious, of course!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/S7N6EEC7vDI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Bg58PbDZoT0/s1600/IMG_3624.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/S7N6EEC7vDI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Bg58PbDZoT0/s400/IMG_3624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454837783899913266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At 19 months, he learned how to eat with a fork!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/S7N9Va8GgwI/AAAAAAAAAVI/NNE6i5Hpd_4/s1600/IMG_3715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/S7N9Va8GgwI/AAAAAAAAAVI/NNE6i5Hpd_4/s400/IMG_3715.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454841380637934338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It doesn't always work as planned...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/S7N9VztJ8qI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/ILdE9ulbEXY/s1600/IMG_3716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/S7N9VztJ8qI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/ILdE9ulbEXY/s400/IMG_3716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454841387286131362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he has fun anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/S7N9WQZDeYI/AAAAAAAAAVY/vdOzvq11Bqo/s1600/IMG_3718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/S7N9WQZDeYI/AAAAAAAAAVY/vdOzvq11Bqo/s400/IMG_3718.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454841394986449282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19 months also saw a new haircut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/S7OBeSgWaPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/lB8KsFkCD9k/s1600/IMG_3772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/S7OBeSgWaPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/lB8KsFkCD9k/s400/IMG_3772.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454845931039385842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 months didn't see a lot of action, but he sure is handsome!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/S7OEV7UTnSI/AAAAAAAAAVo/zhqIJBjiW7w/s1600/IMG_3905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/S7OEV7UTnSI/AAAAAAAAAVo/zhqIJBjiW7w/s400/IMG_3905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454849085910785314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And 21 months brought my favorite time of year, SPRING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/S7OKD1skySI/AAAAAAAAAVw/vEIbEoRXvcg/s1600/IMG_3940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/S7OKD1skySI/AAAAAAAAAVw/vEIbEoRXvcg/s400/IMG_3940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454855372234082594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/S7OKEaJc_TI/AAAAAAAAAV4/MnaNmMFWVMc/s1600/IMG_3958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/S7OKEaJc_TI/AAAAAAAAAV4/MnaNmMFWVMc/s400/IMG_3958.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454855382018882866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/S7OKE98h-GI/AAAAAAAAAWA/6c0xheHzShY/s1600/IMG_4077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/S7OKE98h-GI/AAAAAAAAAWA/6c0xheHzShY/s400/IMG_4077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454855391628359778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/S7OKFi4jTzI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Kp6GLN24Wh8/s1600/IMG_4088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/S7OKFi4jTzI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Kp6GLN24Wh8/s400/IMG_4088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454855401543782194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123317778560417261-8549157164326849615?l=growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/8549157164326849615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123317778560417261&amp;postID=8549157164326849615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/8549157164326849615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/8549157164326849615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/2010/03/catching-up.html' title='Catching up'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/S7Ntz_Mw3oI/AAAAAAAAAUA/r37_H7u6aBM/s72-c/IMG_1312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123317778560417261.post-7360736485019473360</id><published>2009-07-12T20:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:39:28.366-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playtime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='messes'/><title type='text'>Tracks of a Central Californian Dirt Eating Stink Bug</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever seen one of these before? Check out the crazy tracks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357786946365063234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/Slqu10hQgEI/AAAAAAAAATI/sbP9ll6hQ_E/s400/IMG_1165.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357786950170942194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/Slqu2CspmvI/AAAAAAAAATQ/lFkl1gr4xvE/s400/IMG_1166.JPG" /&gt;And the creature that creates them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 416px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357790098181386530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SlqxtR808SI/AAAAAAAAATY/pg0IvVq1R64/s400/IMG_1182.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 413px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357790131527194210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SlqxvOLFlmI/AAAAAAAAATg/6tRd_FVVa_k/s400/IMG_1184.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 362px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357796599263585682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/Slq3nsXm5ZI/AAAAAAAAATo/IYBBgYl0Wbc/s400/IMG_1171.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's still not walking on his own, but he can crawl like nobody's business! Once he gets to the dirt though, he's up on all fours because he doesn't like how it feels on his knees. He does the same thing in the grass. Too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's a pro at using his push toys though...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357796601236111378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/Slq3nzt5QBI/AAAAAAAAATw/xzBeflRcuWQ/s400/IMG_1190.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357798717963219698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/Slq5jBI9svI/AAAAAAAAAT4/rGYUsfwRens/s400/IMG_1115.JPG" /&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/123317778560417261-7360736485019473360?l=growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/7360736485019473360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123317778560417261&amp;postID=7360736485019473360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/7360736485019473360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/7360736485019473360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/2009/07/tracks-of-central-californian-dirt.html' title='Tracks of a Central Californian Dirt Eating Stink Bug'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/Slqu10hQgEI/AAAAAAAAATI/sbP9ll6hQ_E/s72-c/IMG_1165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123317778560417261.post-506297966303303901</id><published>2009-06-27T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T13:38:29.548-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playtime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='messes'/><title type='text'>Connor's first birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>Sorry I'm so late posting this, life has been crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Connors first birthday was wonderful. I only cried a few times too. :) The past year has gone by so fast, I can barely believe it. He's super close to walking now, and can walk with only one hand being held. He's just started to let go when he's standing too, but only for a second. He's more and more toddler and less and less baby every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352090056528233250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SkZxjMFEAyI/AAAAAAAAARQ/495RrhQP53o/s400/IMG_4466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352090059393432386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SkZxjWwLe0I/AAAAAAAAARY/utlOvbbbhKk/s400/IMG_4505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352090078786304610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SkZxke_zOmI/AAAAAAAAARw/0AarwfXAE5E/s400/IMG_4539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352090068979615826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SkZxj6dtCFI/AAAAAAAAARg/YW_wqzD1eDE/s400/IMG_4475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352090071993916050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SkZxkFsXmpI/AAAAAAAAARo/eBOCeDMPFKA/s400/IMG_4491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352105427975933906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SkZ_h7LyD9I/AAAAAAAAAS4/7uAi4Z-mDhQ/s400/IMG_3732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352105416964427810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SkZ_hSKb0CI/AAAAAAAAASw/atvUycHFa8Q/s400/IMG_3727.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352098589729199474" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SkZ5UOVC4QI/AAAAAAAAASQ/XtgRrVR5Quc/s400/IMG_4638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352098598540582306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SkZ5UZjgnaI/AAAAAAAAASY/z7-ru9QP5Hc/s400/IMG_4677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352105414542039602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SkZ_hJI5GjI/AAAAAAAAASo/77ELzhuy7sk/s400/IMG_4656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352105412081270642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SkZ_g_-Mv3I/AAAAAAAAASg/67MWXVwiIhU/s400/IMG_4496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/123317778560417261-506297966303303901?l=growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/506297966303303901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123317778560417261&amp;postID=506297966303303901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/506297966303303901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/506297966303303901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/2009/06/connors-first-birthday.html' title='Connor&apos;s first birthday!!!'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SkZxjMFEAyI/AAAAAAAAARQ/495RrhQP53o/s72-c/IMG_4466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123317778560417261.post-7902916439781018447</id><published>2009-06-15T06:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T07:56:09.288-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Connor!!!</title><content type='html'>Today my baby is one year old! When did this happen? It can't be! How did we go from this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347555313230255554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SjZVOY3XlcI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/bLrkVW0u-Pk/s400/IMG_1894.jpg" border="0" /&gt;To this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347555316191560402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SjZVOj5ZgtI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Ke5Zwioc7CA/s400/IMG_0761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We have a party planned today, so there are lots of pictures to come. I did forget to post about his first haircut though. It was last Wednesday, and we went to a place called Cool Cuts for Kids in Bakersfield. He absolutely HATED it, but the woman who did it was super fast so it was over with quickly. Here's the before:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347560649615021922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SjZaFAcpF2I/AAAAAAAAAQg/rROojBcw9Zw/s400/IMG_0719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And a few during:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347560654911789090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SjZaFULfWCI/AAAAAAAAAQo/IWgmVJgp02g/s400/IMG_0722.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347560660878034498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SjZaFqZ9BkI/AAAAAAAAAQw/q0Y043cvLwE/s400/IMG_0724.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here are a couple after shots:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347560665132130482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SjZaF6QNYLI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/NmN3IqzwMyI/s400/IMG_0726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347560667048107938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SjZaGBZA36I/AAAAAAAAARA/M27Uw-UnE3M/s400/IMG_0729.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347567332547757250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SjZgKAT-BMI/AAAAAAAAARI/iLoZiO5Fl5c/s400/IMG_0737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123317778560417261-7902916439781018447?l=growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/7902916439781018447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123317778560417261&amp;postID=7902916439781018447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/7902916439781018447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/7902916439781018447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-birthday-connor.html' title='Happy Birthday Connor!!!'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SjZVOY3XlcI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/bLrkVW0u-Pk/s72-c/IMG_1894.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123317778560417261.post-37732669582827226</id><published>2009-05-11T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T11:06:08.687-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playtime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing'/><title type='text'>Looking forward to summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things are still moving along around here. I work in a public school that did major layoffs this year, and I was one of the unlucky ones to get a pink slip. BUT our program (after school) was approved for a waiver that gives us full funding next year, so I do have a job after all! So now I can go back to looking forward to summer for the vacation, instead of worrying about it as the end of my job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Connor is a regular pro at pulling up and cruising now. He can even get back down on his own! (That was a big challenge for a while) We're getting closer and closer to his first birthday, and I'm not ready at all! I think we're going with a Mario Brother's theme, which should be fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am really looking forward to this summer. We want to go camping at least twice, maybe three times if we can make it work. Nights are usually warm enough by the end of June, so that will give us a good two months free for camping. There is also a family reunion in June, which should be a lot of fun. Connor loves car rides and meeting new people, so I'm hoping he has a good time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course, here are a few new pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Connor decided that he hated his playpen, so we went to Amazon.com and turned it in to a ball pit!  Yay!  Now I can cook breakfast in peace!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334625778601395794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/Sghl4a8thlI/AAAAAAAAAP4/jPW_ekNcyb0/s400/IMG_0541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334625784376549698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/Sghl4wdnYUI/AAAAAAAAAQI/YoPQ6SJMkKU/s400/IMG_0563.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334625780769251170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/Sghl4jBkX2I/AAAAAAAAAQA/VxddZ8s0BuM/s400/IMG_0562.JPG" border="0" /&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/123317778560417261-37732669582827226?l=growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/37732669582827226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123317778560417261&amp;postID=37732669582827226&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/37732669582827226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/37732669582827226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/2009/05/looking-forward-to-summer.html' title='Looking forward to summer'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/Sghl4a8thlI/AAAAAAAAAP4/jPW_ekNcyb0/s72-c/IMG_0541.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123317778560417261.post-7952389798224443849</id><published>2009-05-02T09:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T10:38:41.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Megan!</title><content type='html'>I'm a bad mommy. I totally forgot to post on Megan's 14th birthday! But missing it wasn't so bad, because now you can get a picture of her chowing down on her birthday cookie! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here she is at around 8 years old or so:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331278658767945282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 384px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SfyBsZ57_kI/AAAAAAAAAPo/n_Oes1ldkbM/s400/megan1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And here she is on her birthday, last Saturday (the 25th)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331282198156253490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SfyE6bJ3mTI/AAAAAAAAAPw/jJguj_68wYk/s400/IMG_0498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123317778560417261-7952389798224443849?l=growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/7952389798224443849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123317778560417261&amp;postID=7952389798224443849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/7952389798224443849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/7952389798224443849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-megan.html' title='Happy Birthday Megan!'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SfyBsZ57_kI/AAAAAAAAAPo/n_Oes1ldkbM/s72-c/megan1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123317778560417261.post-1763547002770424932</id><published>2009-04-12T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T14:20:22.183-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='messes'/><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We threw conservative parenting out the window and let Connor have a chocolate bunny for Easter. It was a huge mess, which of course means it was a ton of fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323905870934084978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJQLq6kjXI/AAAAAAAAAO4/m0n1G3A0Kz8/s400/IMG_0351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323905874109998146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJQL2vxJEI/AAAAAAAAAPA/UxCzODABhBk/s400/IMG_0354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323905880567056354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJQMOzQB-I/AAAAAAAAAPI/xUZ5N9vpUzs/s400/IMG_0353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323905881105758498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJQMQzr-SI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/NZVXOnZAtzw/s400/IMG_0366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323905886809602754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJQMmDlusI/AAAAAAAAAPY/TLPxdhM31VU/s400/IMG_0368.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323917667694268194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJa6VRXzyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/o5oKX5NhTP4/s400/IMG_0371.JPG" border="0" /&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/123317778560417261-1763547002770424932?l=growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/1763547002770424932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123317778560417261&amp;postID=1763547002770424932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/1763547002770424932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/1763547002770424932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJQLq6kjXI/AAAAAAAAAO4/m0n1G3A0Kz8/s72-c/IMG_0351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123317778560417261.post-6500131728190019785</id><published>2009-04-11T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T08:34:09.210-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cloth diapers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playtime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smiles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='messes'/><title type='text'>February?  Man, I'm bad at this blog thing anymore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;February? I haven't posted since FEBRUARY? Oh my, I'm not very good at this, am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, today is Sara's 16th birthday. It's not as scary as it sounds. Sara is a good girl. The filter between her brain and her mouth is a bit too thin sometimes, but she has one of the kindest hearts I've ever had the honor of meeting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Birthday Sara!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here she is circa 2003, and about a month ago. Yes, that is Connors beanie on her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323431280318566098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeCgi3GXTtI/AAAAAAAAALw/VFPaUybECg0/s400/do+I+have+to.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323431285450583650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeCgjKN7rmI/AAAAAAAAAL4/NURJJsBCpKc/s400/IMG_0106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for Connor, he is growing in leaps and bounds. He is 21.5 lbs (63rd percentile) and 29.75 inches long (86th percentile). He is army crawling all over the house, and just started pulling up a few days ago. He's not too good at the whole getting down part yet, but he's getting really tired of falling, so I'm sure he'll figure it out soon enough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has also officially gone on a baby food strike. He will only eat finger foods for a bit over a month now. It's fun, but frustrating also. It was so much easier to get a balanced diet inside of him when I could feed him with a spoon now and then. I'm having to get much more creative now. Mealtime is also MUCH messier now, as you'll see in the pictures I'm about to upload!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, and of course I have more pictures of my fancy cloth diapers and his very first head bonk, as well as a few shots of those first teeth! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathtime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323436107588270002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeCk72FJd7I/AAAAAAAAAMg/u2R6ZBkjVcE/s400/IMG_0109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mmmm... Carrots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323436102646251618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeCk7jq4QGI/AAAAAAAAAMY/MNc0TkNRYt0/s400/IMG_0107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We love Mr. Bubbles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323436100901388194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeCk7dK3v6I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/DJ-YMpZC91Q/s400/101_1921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Big toothy grin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323436093789708722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeCk7CrUIbI/AAAAAAAAAMI/2HSM3Fy8afI/s400/101_1906.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eli Monster All In One Punk Rock diaper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323436092626001490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeCk6-V3XlI/AAAAAAAAAMA/7pyd_wmvJ5s/s400/101_1904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yay for kitties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323441877897684418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeCqLuKHpcI/AAAAAAAAANA/heu2jJdbklY/s400/IMG_0157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh yeah, I'm that cool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323441872344996018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeCqLZeQWLI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ALLyjiLz0bQ/s400/IMG_0136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love to brush my teeth!  I even give Mommy a turn once in a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323441868088184498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeCqLJnWjrI/AAAAAAAAAMw/FLhblIBWl2Q/s400/IMG_0131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pat-a-cake is my favorite game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323441861981190946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeCqKy3VOyI/AAAAAAAAAMo/aAKeVKz50ME/s400/IMG_0128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feed myself... sort of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323446540355059058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeCubHKlPXI/AAAAAAAAANg/blGwGvF-DT8/s400/IMG_0215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hanging out with Daddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323446534495461362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeCuaxVi3_I/AAAAAAAAANY/CviYRRCZY_4/s400/IMG_0181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first bonk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323446529138823282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeCuadYbEHI/AAAAAAAAANQ/HpTTW57_kTo/s400/IMG_0168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watch out world, I'm crawling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323446546260621250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeCubdKk98I/AAAAAAAAANo/McOK1espK78/s400/IMG_0226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mommy wanted a photo shoot for Earth Day, but I didn't think that was a good idea.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323454316875213746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeC1fw9d67I/AAAAAAAAANw/I1YT9yk7eRQ/s400/IMG_0263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Where's Connor?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323454323956628338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeC1gLVzu3I/AAAAAAAAAN4/jCNxa9WJzw8/s400/IMG_0313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Peek-a-Boo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323454332739806178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeC1gsD4Y-I/AAAAAAAAAOA/U-d3rOXjnoU/s400/IMG_0310.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Almost there...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323454334599668066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeC1gy_ToWI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Ulf9Tly_ojg/s400/IMG_0340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And I'm standing!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323454341159857250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeC1hLbYLGI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/PI0xaa94PBM/s400/IMG_0344.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123317778560417261-6500131728190019785?l=growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/6500131728190019785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123317778560417261&amp;postID=6500131728190019785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/6500131728190019785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/6500131728190019785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/2009/04/february-man-im-bad-at-this-blog-thing.html' title='February?  Man, I&apos;m bad at this blog thing anymore.'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeCgi3GXTtI/AAAAAAAAALw/VFPaUybECg0/s72-c/do+I+have+to.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123317778560417261.post-2440415670117240351</id><published>2009-02-17T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:19:11.822-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='messes'/><title type='text'>First mess</title><content type='html'>I almost forgot! We had our first "Mommy turned around for a second and Connor made a mess" moment. He got ahold of his yogurt melts and shook them out all over the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm going to have my hands full!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304002406759270258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SZuaFk60B3I/AAAAAAAAALQ/leQRz_x0r8w/s400/101_1857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304002413882218162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SZuaF_dDlrI/AAAAAAAAALY/CTTL4s4HcEw/s400/101_1860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123317778560417261-2440415670117240351?l=growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/2440415670117240351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123317778560417261&amp;postID=2440415670117240351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/2440415670117240351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/2440415670117240351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-mess.html' title='First mess'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SZuaFk60B3I/AAAAAAAAALQ/leQRz_x0r8w/s72-c/101_1857.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123317778560417261.post-3767803740097874328</id><published>2009-02-17T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T21:13:50.707-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cloth diapers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smiles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing'/><title type='text'>Teeth!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Connor went through another milestone spurt these past couple weeks. He can sit up on his own for longer and longer now. He's still not to the point where I can just leave him sitting up (if I let him fall he gets VERY angry with me) but he's really getting the hang of it. He is also rolling all over the house now, and trying very hard to crawl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And and and? He cut TWO teeth this weekend! The first, bottom right, showed up Valentines Day morning, and the one right next to it was there the next day! Wow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;His favorite game is still peek-a-boo, but gimme-five is very popular as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my favorite shirt EVER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303999621425402834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SZuXjcveE9I/AAAAAAAAAK4/ldI_GrgqfYg/s400/101_1814.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here is a pair of pants I made all by myself!  They are fleece too, so they double as a diaper cover!  Woot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303999638879659138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SZuXkdw45II/AAAAAAAAALI/3oFhnnJFut4/s400/101_1856.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And here is the newest diaper to our stash.  This is a dyed Drybees Gone Natural.  The woman who makes and sells these was trying out a new method of dyeing them, and needed testers, and we got on the list early enough!  Yay!  It is made from Organic Bamboo Velour and Organic Bamboo Fleece and is absolutely the softest thing I have ever put my hands on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And no, part of the deal for testing was not advertising.  I just LOVE this diaper!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303999629336497634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SZuXj6NnzeI/AAAAAAAAALA/ErKZ_xQyGOw/s400/101_1832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123317778560417261-3767803740097874328?l=growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/3767803740097874328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123317778560417261&amp;postID=3767803740097874328&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/3767803740097874328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/3767803740097874328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/2009/02/teeth.html' title='Teeth!!!'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SZuXjcveE9I/AAAAAAAAAK4/ldI_GrgqfYg/s72-c/101_1814.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123317778560417261.post-3921395861616914700</id><published>2009-01-31T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T14:33:01.723-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Catching up</title><content type='html'>It has been FAR too long since I posted! I swear I meant to post way more often than once a month when I started this blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things have been going really well. We survived our first flu with flying colors. It was not pretty, but Connor got over it in about 2 days. But since he got an ear infection at the same time, he wasn't 100% for about a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is really trying to learn to crawl. I think he'll be doing the army crawl soon. Still not sitting up on his own on the floor, but we hold him so much he doesn't have much motivation to do it himself! I'm not worried at all. He's only going to be a baby once, and I want to eat it up as long as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, a picture explosion!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297586501782500482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SYTO2wWmdII/AAAAAAAAAKY/f_R7SIeDOqo/s400/IMG_3609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297586498460223122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SYTO2j-ghpI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/HxArpnUdm34/s400/IMG_3594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297582130379214178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SYTK4Tm1zWI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Lb2LC24zQS4/s400/IMG_3511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297582125989978610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SYTK4DQXYfI/AAAAAAAAAKA/9Ez7tFoXzwc/s400/101_1742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297582120819801906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SYTK3v_svzI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/BrEMfoCY5U0/s400/101_1740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297580330544281186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SYTJPiswNmI/AAAAAAAAAJw/K9hPeedJVVQ/s400/101_1796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297580328699754098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SYTJPb0-9nI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Qam2ehFO_rs/s400/101_1795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297580320838480610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SYTJO-itcuI/AAAAAAAAAJg/tKwVxIINKmI/s400/101_1794.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297588502793860466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SYTQrOs4tXI/AAAAAAAAAKg/rtvBdl616n0/s400/101_1702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297588506581485170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SYTQrcz7RnI/AAAAAAAAAKo/J_B6hr89c4k/s400/101_1705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297588509523668482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SYTQrnxZbgI/AAAAAAAAAKw/VArFUNaewiY/s400/101_1703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123317778560417261-3921395861616914700?l=growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/3921395861616914700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123317778560417261&amp;postID=3921395861616914700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/3921395861616914700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/3921395861616914700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/2009/01/catching-up.html' title='Catching up'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SYTO2wWmdII/AAAAAAAAAKY/f_R7SIeDOqo/s72-c/IMG_3609.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123317778560417261.post-5118054077647410494</id><published>2008-12-27T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T21:07:18.261-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playtime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday'/><title type='text'>Christmas!!!</title><content type='html'>Our Christmas was great. Connor wasn't crazy about all of the excitement during the present opening part of the day, but he loves his new toys and had lots of fun with all of the family members around. Some of the highlights that he got are a glow worm, books, a baby signing kit that I'm sure I'll brag about later, a blanket from Grandma Joyce, and a ball with a wobbly monkey on top of it. It's hard to describe, but when you roll the ball the monkey stays on top and makes noises. He loves to bat at it and it will be fun to chase around when he starts crawling. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a handful of Christmas morning pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284697358040613570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SVcEP2N0wsI/AAAAAAAAAIo/4jmRfz4M_fI/s400/101_1674.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284697964634329986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SVcEzJ9CU4I/AAAAAAAAAIw/yCADDS6XOsU/s400/101_1679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284698960937449842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SVcFtJeNeXI/AAAAAAAAAI4/6riVG5v6JLE/s400/101_1683.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284699339831203122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SVcGDM9hVTI/AAAAAAAAAJA/6mROyhHvc_c/s400/101_1684.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284699889838805618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SVcGjN5jUnI/AAAAAAAAAJI/vu-JsqsOh04/s400/101_1685.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284701073156420242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SVcHoGGdMpI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ZKc6lLxceJY/s400/101_1687.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284702722027348610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SVcJIEn64oI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Bj2WVV6WpFE/s400/101_1689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/123317778560417261-5118054077647410494?l=growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/5118054077647410494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123317778560417261&amp;postID=5118054077647410494&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/5118054077647410494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/5118054077647410494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas!!!'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SVcEP2N0wsI/AAAAAAAAAIo/4jmRfz4M_fI/s72-c/101_1674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123317778560417261.post-8680753037565084565</id><published>2008-12-05T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T21:23:50.168-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smiles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><title type='text'>Finger food is a GO!</title><content type='html'>So I've been fighting with myself over finger food. He acts like he's ready, but hasn't hit the milestones you're supposed to look for. He's not sitting up yet and his pincher grasp needs a lot of improvement. But every time we eat in front of him he is frantic trying to get at whatever we have! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I was in the grocery store hmmm'ing and haaa'ing over the different kinds of teething biscuts they have, and as I was walking away I decided to grab some of the Gerber Baby Biscuts. It was only like $3 for a box of 10 and they are individually wrapped, so I figured I could try it myself and if it didn't seem like a good idea then I'd put them away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well they are SUPER hard and just kind of melt away slowly, so after dinner I put him in his high chair and handed him one. He LOVED it! I mean he was sooo happy! So here are some pictures of his very first finger foods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276542250355054306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SToLOGrA1uI/AAAAAAAAAIY/1ZgTxG4U3d8/s400/101_1609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276543434178942962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SToMTAwn1_I/AAAAAAAAAIg/sHtQJADuiJ0/s400/101_1613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123317778560417261-8680753037565084565?l=growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/8680753037565084565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123317778560417261&amp;postID=8680753037565084565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/8680753037565084565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/8680753037565084565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/2008/12/finger-food-is-go.html' title='Finger food is a GO!'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SToLOGrA1uI/AAAAAAAAAIY/1ZgTxG4U3d8/s72-c/101_1609.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123317778560417261.post-105549755759043842</id><published>2008-11-30T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T10:54:03.619-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playtime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><title type='text'>Ok, I NEED to get on this thing more!</title><content type='html'>I really need to start keeping up with this blog! Connor is officially 5 1/2 months old now, and I just can't figure out where the time went! He is SO big and so full of personality it's just amazing. He is rolling over like crazy lately and really wants to sit up. It's funny how milestones come. It's like nothing for weeks, and then all of a sudden, BAM! He's doing all sorts of new stuff! He also figured out how to play with the treehouse toy on his high chair, and that has made mealtimes a LOT more difficult!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been uploading movies to my &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/burleysgirl616"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt; account lately, and I'll be adding more today. I also started a new online store, which you can find &lt;a href="http://www.bonanzle.com/booths/Samantha616"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;. My stock is pretty limited so far, but it will be getting bigger as I go through the house and find stuff to sell. I doubt I have anything anyone here is interested in, but take a look anyway and pass it on if you think you know someone who might be interested! (Just in case anyone is wondering, every penny of everything I sell that belongs to Connor goes toward buying him bigger clothes and more advanced toys. I've had some people tell me it's tacky to sell his things, even if I spend the money on him. I told them to buy the stuff for me then.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, here are some pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274519275050245746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/STLbVcZSHnI/AAAAAAAAAIA/h5iXHiAoQeQ/s400/101_1499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274524366070885538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/STLf9x7MLKI/AAAAAAAAAII/2dvZ1Y7yEyM/s400/101_1578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This one was when we were waiting for the parade to start.  We walked in it with my After School program!  I don't have any pictures from the audience yet, but hopefully I'll be able to find a few!  Our theme was Teddy Bear Parade and we handed out donated teddy bears to the kids in the crowd!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274525200838865330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/STLguXrYsbI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/w1QtigPVhwA/s400/101_1593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123317778560417261-105549755759043842?l=growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/105549755759043842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123317778560417261&amp;postID=105549755759043842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/105549755759043842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/105549755759043842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/2008/11/ok-i-need-to-get-on-this-thing-more.html' title='Ok, I NEED to get on this thing more!'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/STLbVcZSHnI/AAAAAAAAAIA/h5iXHiAoQeQ/s72-c/101_1499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123317778560417261.post-368387314128169574</id><published>2008-10-22T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T07:07:43.945-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating'/><title type='text'>It's been a while!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So sorry for the lack of updates! Connor has been keeping us very busy! He's really getting the hang of this eating with a spoon thing, and mealtimes are a messy, fun filled, twice daily experience now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259977599630445650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SP8xwiB8DFI/AAAAAAAAAHo/dWN49x5OHSQ/s400/101_1402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so he doesn't look like he's having much fun in this picture, but his expression is priceless! Here's a better one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259978101534280866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SP8yNvxIzKI/AAAAAAAAAHw/z6j7pZs905Y/s400/101_1400.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is butternut squash, made in my own little kitchen. Making baby food is surprisingly easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a sadder turn of events, my beloved maternal grandma passed away on the 2nd of this month. She has been ill for a long time, but it was still very hard to see her go. We miss you Grandma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259979286847239762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SP8zSvZxNlI/AAAAAAAAAH4/OH3woiZDYTM/s400/IMG_1992.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123317778560417261-368387314128169574?l=growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/368387314128169574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123317778560417261&amp;postID=368387314128169574&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/368387314128169574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/368387314128169574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while!'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SP8xwiB8DFI/AAAAAAAAAHo/dWN49x5OHSQ/s72-c/101_1402.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123317778560417261.post-1976520761900415009</id><published>2008-10-01T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T11:47:12.400-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playtime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='firsts'/><title type='text'>So many firsts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SOPFeG_6qeI/AAAAAAAAAHg/uj-2Bc9a5N4/s1600-h/101_1309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252258711509576162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SOPFeG_6qeI/AAAAAAAAAHg/uj-2Bc9a5N4/s400/101_1309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've had so many firsts this week! First he laughed (we haven't had a repeat performance of that, but it's nice to know that they're coming!) and then Sunday night he found his feet! And Monday he started really grabbing for his toys! He's been trying to hold his bottle for a few weeks now, I guess he knows what's important in life!  He's really having a blast in his excersaucer lately too.  He's getting to be such a fun age!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123317778560417261-1976520761900415009?l=growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/1976520761900415009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123317778560417261&amp;postID=1976520761900415009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/1976520761900415009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/1976520761900415009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-many-firsts.html' title='So many firsts!'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SOPFeG_6qeI/AAAAAAAAAHg/uj-2Bc9a5N4/s72-c/101_1309.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123317778560417261.post-8834928122382419709</id><published>2008-09-30T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T08:49:50.812-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playtime'/><title type='text'>A laugh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SOJKWN4bTWI/AAAAAAAAAHY/PBvWPjbuiOc/s1600-h/101_1303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251841861011328354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SOJKWN4bTWI/AAAAAAAAAHY/PBvWPjbuiOc/s400/101_1303.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday night I was giving Connor his bath (we only pull out the tub every other day because his skin is so sensitive, so I was just wiping him down with a wet wash cloth) and he LAUGHED!  Oh it was so great.  He's done the thing where he smiles and makes noise at the same time, but this was a real "hahaha" laugh!  Megan heard it from the kitchen and came running to see.  It was awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123317778560417261-8834928122382419709?l=growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/8834928122382419709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123317778560417261&amp;postID=8834928122382419709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/8834928122382419709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/8834928122382419709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/2008/09/laugh.html' title='A laugh!'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SOJKWN4bTWI/AAAAAAAAAHY/PBvWPjbuiOc/s72-c/101_1303.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123317778560417261.post-8907302516011030567</id><published>2008-09-20T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T21:46:28.145-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playtime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing'/><title type='text'>Helping Mommy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SNXQGKy20fI/AAAAAAAAAHI/MUHyrcP-ZD4/s1600-h/101_1214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248329745165636082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SNXQGKy20fI/AAAAAAAAAHI/MUHyrcP-ZD4/s400/101_1214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is our new favorite game. On laundry day, Connor helps me fold his clothes! In other words, I take the laundry basket and dump it all on top of him. I need to bring my camera with me from the start next time, because he gets SO happy when I dump them out! He grabs them up and snuggles and just laughs and laughs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248330565715835026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SNXQ17lROJI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/i2R9Zt--aac/s400/101_1210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've hit a few fun times here lately. We're slowly introducing solid foods. I know a lot of people will gasp because the new thing is to delay solids until at least 4 months, but I like to listen to him more than I listen to "Them" on certain things. He is eating a 6 oz bottle every 2 hours and wanting more. He is watching us like crazy when we eat. So I tried some bananas with a bit of rice cereal and formula, and he ate it up like crazy! I don't have a great picture of that either, but that's because he is pretty much only in the mood for it in the morning when Chris is in bed and the girls are at school. But I'm working on it!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I already started making baby food, and it's fun!  Of course, ask me again in a few months and it probably won't be, but Sara is really excited to learn so I think it will be a neat project for us to do together once a month or so.  He's tried banana, avacado, and apple so far.  He LOVES banana, apple is ok, and avacado gained me my very first look of death.  He absolutely HATED it.  But I've heard that with first foods you can often try again in a few weeks with different results, so I'm not giving up yet.&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/123317778560417261-8907302516011030567?l=growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/8907302516011030567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123317778560417261&amp;postID=8907302516011030567&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/8907302516011030567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/8907302516011030567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/2008/09/helping-mommy.html' title='Helping Mommy'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SNXQGKy20fI/AAAAAAAAAHI/MUHyrcP-ZD4/s72-c/101_1214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123317778560417261.post-311210348963800419</id><published>2008-09-09T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T09:51:37.117-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playtime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing'/><title type='text'>Keeping up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SMam-TGTyMI/AAAAAAAAAHA/u5kKN61drZQ/s1600-h/101_1140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244062405328357570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SMam-TGTyMI/AAAAAAAAAHA/u5kKN61drZQ/s400/101_1140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sorry I haven't updated!  Work is really taking it out of me.  My mornings are spent napping in the recliner with Connor and getting laundry done, and my evenings are spent getting as much snuggle time in as I can manage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is really coming around with the head control!  I'm hoping to get him a Bumbo chair because I bet he'd be able to use it really soon.  It's less than a week until he turns 3 months old!  I just can't believe it!  He's really turning into a little person and it's so amazing to watch.  Chris is, of course, convinced that he's already a prodigy because he says "Hi" all the time, and everyone is always amazed at how strong he is.  He loves to play in his excersaucer, and we got him a Johnny Jump-Up last week, and he loves that too!  He doesn't jump in it quite yet, but he loves to be swung back and forth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123317778560417261-311210348963800419?l=growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/311210348963800419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123317778560417261&amp;postID=311210348963800419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/311210348963800419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/311210348963800419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/2008/09/keeping-up.html' title='Keeping up'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SMam-TGTyMI/AAAAAAAAAHA/u5kKN61drZQ/s72-c/101_1140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123317778560417261.post-8005868368925051989</id><published>2008-09-01T11:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T12:22:16.187-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technical difficulties'/><title type='text'>How to leave comments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SLxAbn7qdVI/AAAAAAAAAG4/wxc6ALs7Y9g/s1600-h/IMG_2590.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241134909672289618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SLxAbn7qdVI/AAAAAAAAAG4/wxc6ALs7Y9g/s400/IMG_2590.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My good friend Peg told me this morning that she couldn't figure out how to comment without a google account. Sometimes I take for granted that not everyone is used to blogs and how they work. So, if you don't have a google or openID account, you can still comment and this is how! Many times comments are where the real action is in blogs. Conversations are started, debates are sparked, and friends are made! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you get to the end of a post, you will see this:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241130025073338818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SLw7_TYhacI/AAAAAAAAAGY/n-SNWGNhf6M/s400/comment1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Click where it says "0 comments" Of course if there are already comments there, it will say "1 comment" or however many there are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once you click that, you will see the comments that have already been made, if there are any. At the bottom of the page, you will see this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241130598479797410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SLw8grfRnKI/AAAAAAAAAGg/htLtVZtnjW8/s400/comment2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Click on "Post a Comment"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then you will get a popup like this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241131151943740130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SLw9A5TXKuI/AAAAAAAAAGo/iBKczdyLTKU/s400/comment3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since I'm already logged into my gmail account, it automatically gives my information. If you're not logged in, it will ask you to. If you have a gmail account, you can do that. But if you don't, just go down to the circle that says "Name/URL" and open it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You will now see this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241131880464289074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SLw9rTQMjTI/AAAAAAAAAGw/K_VJlxSMZy8/s400/comment4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here you just enter your name and, if you have one, the address to your web page. You can even enter your myspace page if you like. The URL space is optional for anyone who doesn't have a page, or anyone who doesn't want to share.&lt;/p&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/123317778560417261-8005868368925051989?l=growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/8005868368925051989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123317778560417261&amp;postID=8005868368925051989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/8005868368925051989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/8005868368925051989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-to-leave-comments.html' title='How to leave comments'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SLxAbn7qdVI/AAAAAAAAAG4/wxc6ALs7Y9g/s72-c/IMG_2590.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123317778560417261.post-4204019153654513613</id><published>2008-08-31T21:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T22:01:36.118-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playtime'/><title type='text'>Train horns and videos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SLt28YVUSPI/AAAAAAAAAF4/I8rX41apOGE/s1600-h/IMG_2605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240913371071793394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SLt28YVUSPI/AAAAAAAAAF4/I8rX41apOGE/s400/IMG_2605.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a fun day today. First, we went out to the campground where Mallory works and listened to the train horns. Every Labor Day a group of people comes up with real train horns installed in their RV's. We stayed at the office while Mallory took Chris to go see, and it was still SO loud! Connor wasn't terribly impressed, but I think he'll love it next year. We were in a little bit of a hurry, so they didn't get to actually take a carriage ride, but we got a picture anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we played in the excersaucer again, and he LOVED it! He was bouncing around and hitting the toys like crazy. I got a video that I'll upload tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want to overload the blog with videos, so if you're interested then you can always subscribe to my youtube account! &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/burleysgirl616"&gt;Click Here&lt;/a&gt; for my profile page. So far it's a bunch of Connor videos and some cloth diaper stuff for my cloth diapering group here online. I'll be updating it as I get new videos, so keep an eye out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123317778560417261-4204019153654513613?l=growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/4204019153654513613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123317778560417261&amp;postID=4204019153654513613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/4204019153654513613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/4204019153654513613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/2008/08/train-horns-and-videos.html' title='Train horns and videos!'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SLt28YVUSPI/AAAAAAAAAF4/I8rX41apOGE/s72-c/IMG_2605.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123317778560417261.post-6112852794864169570</id><published>2008-08-24T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T22:18:52.591-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playtime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smiles'/><title type='text'>Bathtime!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SLI5jvqgWmI/AAAAAAAAAFo/m0IaNqaaJDY/s1600-h/101_1042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238312602838260322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SLI5jvqgWmI/AAAAAAAAAFo/m0IaNqaaJDY/s400/101_1042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SLI5j5qxEcI/AAAAAAAAAFw/wgOM5r9sv8g/s1600-h/101_1053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238312605523710402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SLI5j5qxEcI/AAAAAAAAAFw/wgOM5r9sv8g/s400/101_1053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Connor LOVES bathtime.  The girls helped me tonight and we had a lot of fun.  Megan played camera person and got some great shots.  She got a video too, I'll put it at the bottom.  She's not great at that part, but it was fun anyway.  We have a hammock style thing that goes on the tub, two of them actually.  But he kept sliding down and within minutes he was frustrated and wanted out.  But then I just laid a blanket down in the bottom and let him lay flat and now bathtime is his favorite thing to do!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's becoming more and more social as the days go by.  He smiles all the time and is a total wiggle butt.  I think I'm going to have to get some of those mesh bumpers for his crib because he wiggles all over it.  I have some standard bumpers, but "they" are saying that bumpers are a suffocation hazard now.  I figure millions of babies have survived them, but when you weigh the risk of suffocation to the risk of a bump on the head or a stuck leg, I think the bump wins.  But they make mesh bumpers now so that we don't have to worry about him wiggling his way through the bars and hurting himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DELXzNIW7eE"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DELXzNIW7eE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123317778560417261-6112852794864169570?l=growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/6112852794864169570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123317778560417261&amp;postID=6112852794864169570&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/6112852794864169570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/6112852794864169570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/2008/08/bathtime.html' title='Bathtime!'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SLI5jvqgWmI/AAAAAAAAAFo/m0IaNqaaJDY/s72-c/101_1042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123317778560417261.post-9102508818832612736</id><published>2008-08-15T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T16:22:19.425-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Unfair schedule and a video!</title><content type='html'>Connor sure has made an interesting schedule for himself since I've been working mornings doing training.  I feed and change him, then give him to Chris so I can go to work.  Then he falls asleep and stays that way for 3 1/2 hours until I get home, when he wakes up to be fed and changed again!  No fair!  Next week I start my regular evenings though, so we'll see what he does then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a cute video I got of us playing this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gLcMPcGciYg"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gLcMPcGciYg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123317778560417261-9102508818832612736?l=growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/9102508818832612736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123317778560417261&amp;postID=9102508818832612736&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/9102508818832612736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/9102508818832612736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/2008/08/unfair-schedule-and-video.html' title='Unfair schedule and a video!'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123317778560417261.post-3452479955930808622</id><published>2008-08-13T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T17:42:55.551-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Going back to work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SKN_chruhBI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Kw2k4tuOVkU/s1600-h/101_0879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234167319989486610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SKN_chruhBI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Kw2k4tuOVkU/s400/101_0879.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I started work yesterday. (She gave us Monday off) It turns out one of the Kindergarden teachers wants to work with me, so that's GREAT news. I'll get to learn with a pro. I'm much less nervous now. I start with the kids on Monday. Tomorrow we'll be going through our curriculum (aka playing with the toys) and Friday we'll do our lesson plans. I'm starting to get excited. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not alot has been happening on the home front. Connor is getting used to being with Daddy during the daytime, so his schedule is all out of whack. It's going to be hard for me to get used to giving up the control over his daytime schedule, but I know Chris will do a good job. He really is in love with this amazing little person, and it's really neat to watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123317778560417261-3452479955930808622?l=growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/3452479955930808622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123317778560417261&amp;postID=3452479955930808622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/3452479955930808622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/3452479955930808622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/2008/08/going-back-to-work.html' title='Going back to work'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SKN_chruhBI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Kw2k4tuOVkU/s72-c/101_0879.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123317778560417261.post-8152359140074214986</id><published>2008-08-12T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T04:43:06.762-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Back to the grind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SKF3NrpAFkI/AAAAAAAAAE4/GpkKRFOGMnQ/s1600-h/101_0891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233595318917928514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SKF3NrpAFkI/AAAAAAAAAE4/GpkKRFOGMnQ/s400/101_0891.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We still haven't figured out how to get the video off the camera, and it's really frustrating. Mallory's boyfriend seems to think he has a program that will grab it, then he'll put it on a flash drive and bring it over. I hope it works, I got some cuuuute video of Connor and some really good stuff of the girls too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is officially my first day back to work. School starts next Monday, and this week is filled with training. Today I work 8 to 3:30. I'm not ready. I work for an after school program, and last year I was with middle school students. NOT easy. Well, this year my boss plans to move me to kindergarden. Also NOT easy. I would say I'm nervous, but that would be lying. I'm scared out of my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123317778560417261-8152359140074214986?l=growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/8152359140074214986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123317778560417261&amp;postID=8152359140074214986&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/8152359140074214986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/8152359140074214986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-grind.html' title='Back to the grind'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SKF3NrpAFkI/AAAAAAAAAE4/GpkKRFOGMnQ/s72-c/101_0891.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123317778560417261.post-2038318425676354612</id><published>2008-08-07T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T22:24:47.153-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='circumcision'/><title type='text'>We're back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SJvYNstrMFI/AAAAAAAAAEw/NUzwYk_Owm0/s1600-h/IMG_2185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232013121973596242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SJvYNstrMFI/AAAAAAAAAEw/NUzwYk_Owm0/s400/IMG_2185.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're back from camping and we had a blast. Connor had a great time, but it was a long couple of days for him so we've spent most of today trying to help him sleep. I can see in his eyes that he is sooooo tired, but with all of that excitement he's having trouble falling and staying asleep. We just had bathtime, a lotion massage, and a nice warm bottle, so hopefully he'll be able to stay asleep for a few good hours. I got some pretty good video, so tomorrow I'll work on figuring out how to get it on the computer and then I'll post some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe asked about our experience with hospital staff, doctors, and family members in regards to leaving Connor intact. While I don't want this blog to be an anti-circumcision blog, I don't see the harm in revisiting the topic one more time to answer these questions. I have heard some real horror stories about hospitals and doctors pushing parents to circumcise or even trying to do it against the parent's wishes, but we didn't experience any of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before he was born it wasn't even mentioned to me. I found this a little disturbing because that also meant my doctor wasn't making sure I knew how to care for an intact baby. But the hospital staff showed me so that eased some of my discomfort. Luckily I had already read up on it, but I'd hate to think about someone unintentionally hurting their baby because nobody told them how to care for him. My hospital doesn't do the procedure, so the only reason anyone even asked was so they could give me information on care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At his first well baby visit when he was 2 days old, my doctor asked if we would be doing it. When I told her no, she gave me a big smile and said she was glad. She made sure we knew how to care for him and told me that since so many insurance companies (including state insurance) stopped covering it, more and more babies are being left alone and she couldn't be happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for family, I got a lot of questions about our choice, and that was pretty much it. Most of the family says they would have made a different choice, but they admit that their reasons are purely social and cosmetic, and they respect our choice. I only had one problem so far, and that was with my old boss. I used to care for her son, and when she found out (through the grapevine, how lovely) that we left Connor intact, she actually cornered me in the grocery store to tell me what a horrible choice I was making. I gave her facts but she still kept telling me that I was making the wrong choice. In the end I told her that even though I didn't agree with a lot of things she did with her son, I trusted and respected her as a mother to do what she felt was right, and all I asked was that she give me the same courtesey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need people to agree with me at all. In fact, I love having people in my life who disagree with me, it makes things interesting and keeps us all learning. All I need is for people to respect my choices. Question me all you want. Test me. Ask to see my research. But at the end of the day, he's my son and I'm doing what my instincts tell me is right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123317778560417261-2038318425676354612?l=growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/2038318425676354612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123317778560417261&amp;postID=2038318425676354612&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/2038318425676354612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/2038318425676354612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/2008/08/were-back.html' title='We&apos;re back!'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SJvYNstrMFI/AAAAAAAAAEw/NUzwYk_Owm0/s72-c/IMG_2185.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123317778560417261.post-8189878363993299478</id><published>2008-08-05T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T10:09:43.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going camping!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SJiFykssotI/AAAAAAAAAEI/mg9si-Ei2FE/s1600-h/IMG_2161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231078071081935570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SJiFykssotI/AAAAAAAAAEI/mg9si-Ei2FE/s400/IMG_2161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Megan bouncing Connor to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're leaving to go camping in a couple of hours! I really REALLY need this! We're almost all packed, we just need to get the last few things, pick up the girls, and we're off! Luckily Connor chose this morning to sleep in, so I'm able to get all of the stuff packed that we didn't get around to last night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're not exactly hardcore campers. Chris and I bring the mattress from the hide-a-bed and sleep in the back of the van. We bring Little Debbie snacks and tunafish sandwiches. Connor will have his playpen to sleep in with a sheet over the top of it. Chris even packed the changing table that attaches to the playpen. I put my foot down at the bassinet attachment. But there's no way I could convince Chris that we don't need the portable DVD player and Lord of the Rings trilogy. We'll bring the Zune too, but it's battery will barely last for the drive there and back, so we'll be music free while we're there. Unless of course Chris decides to stop at Radio Shack and get the adapter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But we love it. We go about 45 minutes into the mountains and our campsite has a beautiful little stream right next to it. There are tons of shade trees and flat earth. There is even a full sized bathtub that the water made, and someone redirected some old irrigation pipes to keep it full. There is a natural water slide about a half mile up the road, but then it's another half mile hike and that would be too much sun and heat for Connor. We'll make it up there one of these years, but in the meantime there's a small water slide that the girls found closer to camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're only planning on staying one night, but we're prepared for two if we're having fun, which I hope we are. Here are a few pictures of our trip last summer:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our campsite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231081063176606450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SJiIgvHqEvI/AAAAAAAAAEg/p2hxyGmNK94/s400/scan00050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The girls' swimming hole:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231081054732372930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SJiIgPqZS8I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/Va9pT_p2eg0/s400/Girls+swimming.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sara in the natural bathtub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231081058648579938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SJiIgeQF32I/AAAAAAAAAEY/uH4hCxhl7xI/s400/Saratub.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mary Jane gets a long run for her leash.  We would leave her free, but she would just chase squirrels all day and get lost.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231081071623143858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SJiIhOleAbI/AAAAAAAAAEo/c1IDWC_kJ_4/s400/scan00061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123317778560417261-8189878363993299478?l=growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/8189878363993299478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123317778560417261&amp;postID=8189878363993299478&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/8189878363993299478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/8189878363993299478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/2008/08/going-camping.html' title='Going camping!'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SJiFykssotI/AAAAAAAAAEI/mg9si-Ei2FE/s72-c/IMG_2161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123317778560417261.post-5352389209959879823</id><published>2008-08-03T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T09:21:32.850-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing'/><title type='text'>Rockin' and Rollin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SJXYkD6ID1I/AAAAAAAAAEA/GjKLY75dxmo/s1600-h/101_0808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230324656296693586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SJXYkD6ID1I/AAAAAAAAAEA/GjKLY75dxmo/s400/101_0808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big news! Connor rolled over from his tummy to his back last night! It wasn't an accident either. He did it three times in a row. It was very exciting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's already sad to see him growing. I can still feel where my belly used to be. I got phantom kicks for a couple of weeks, but those are long gone. I still reach down to touch my belly though, and it makes me sad when it's not there anymore. He's spending more and more hours awake now, and he just smiles and smiles. I can tell he's going to start laughing soon. It's just amazing how fast 7 weeks have flown by already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're planning on going camping on Tuesday, and I'm really looking forward to it. We have a beautiful campsite up in the mountains and I think it will be a perfect getaway for all of us. We've all been at each other's throats a bit these past few weeks. The campsite is perfect for a baby too. Lots of shade so that he's not in the sun at all, and it doesn't get above 80 because the altitude is so high. At night it gets down around 60 or so, but we have plenty of wearable blankets for him to use. We have his playpen too for him to sleep in, but if it gets cold he can sleep in his carseat in the car with me and Chris. (We bring a mattress and sleep in the back of the van. The girls prefer a tent so it works out great)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we do end up going, I'll be sure to take tons of pictures and bring the video camera. We have a video camera from my dad last Christmas and I still haven't used it. I really need to remedy that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123317778560417261-5352389209959879823?l=growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/5352389209959879823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123317778560417261&amp;postID=5352389209959879823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/5352389209959879823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/5352389209959879823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/2008/08/rockin-and-rollin.html' title='Rockin&apos; and Rollin&apos;'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SJXYkD6ID1I/AAAAAAAAAEA/GjKLY75dxmo/s72-c/101_0808.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123317778560417261.post-545452684913359042</id><published>2008-07-31T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T13:50:01.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SJIDEUoE0jI/AAAAAAAAAD4/JUpikSXpH1A/s1600-h/IMG_2304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229245490121724466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SJIDEUoE0jI/AAAAAAAAAD4/JUpikSXpH1A/s400/IMG_2304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want the circumcision post on the top of the page. lol. Honestly I'm worried about that post. I don't mind discussion but this is such a tender subject I'm afraid of insulting someone I care about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's your daily dose of Connor spam:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123317778560417261-545452684913359042?l=growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/545452684913359042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123317778560417261&amp;postID=545452684913359042&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/545452684913359042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/545452684913359042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-because.html' title='Just because...'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SJIDEUoE0jI/AAAAAAAAAD4/JUpikSXpH1A/s72-c/IMG_2304.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123317778560417261.post-4691506253610258187</id><published>2008-07-31T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T11:19:43.317-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='circumcision'/><title type='text'>A tough topic</title><content type='html'>This post turned in to a book, and I'm sorry. If you don't have time to read the whole thing, I tried to make each point easy to find so you can skim through the rest. It also reads like a term paper. I don't know why I took such a monotone approach to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some friends and family members have discovered (either by seeing his diaper being changed or by outright asking) that we have decided not to have Connor circumcised. Now, many parents consider this a very private matter and they choose not to discuss it. I, on the other hand, am fine with talking about it to anyone who is curious about our choice. So, I thought I would share some of my research with you so that you can see why we made this choice. I am more than happy to answer any questions anyone might have, and I can expand on any of this information if anyone is interested. I really have done my homework on this because surgery on my infant son, no matter how minor, is a big deal to me and I wanted to understand everything there was to understand about it. I started to research it when I first got pregnant because I assumed we would be doing it, so I wanted to understand what was going to happen. Needless to say, what I found changed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would also like to say that circumcision is still legal and common in the United States, and therefore it is up to each parent to decide what they should do for their child. The American Medical Association refuses to take a hard stance on the issue, and basically leave it that they don't recommend routine infant circumcision, but they think parents should research it themselves and make their own choice. Some of my views on the subject teeter on the edge of insulting those who choose to do it. But you see, I'm one of those kind of people who can disagree with someone and still love and respect them. Just because you might have made a different choice doesn't mean I feel you are a bad parent or that I don't love and respect you just as much as I did before. So please, if anything I say hurts anyone who is reading this, I offer my heartfelt apologies. My goal is to inform, not to insult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point blank, there is no medical reason for it. It is cosmetic surgery, plain and simple. Insurance companies (including private and government funded state insurances) are dropping it all over the country. I will attempt to counter some of the reasons you may often hear in favor of the surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~The Bible says we should circumcise.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true that the Old Testament orders boys to be circumcised as their first covenant with God (Genesis 17: 10-14). However, the New Testament does away with this law. Here is a quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galatians Chapter 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Mark my words! I, Paul, tell you that if you let yourselves be circumcised, Christ will be of no value to you at all. 3 Again I declare to every man who lets himself be circumcised that he is obligated to obey the whole law. 4 You who are trying to be justified by the law have been alienated from Christ; you have fallen away from grace. 5 But by faith we eagerly await through the Spirit the righteousness for which we hope. 6 For in Christ Jesus neither circumcision nor uncircumcision has any value. The only thing that counts is faith expressing itself through love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~I don't' want my son to be teased for being different.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, about 50% of boys are being left intact. (More or less depending on what part of the country you live in. Blue states tend to have less circumcisions, while the Bible belt tends to have more. Regardless of region, the numbers are dropping nationwide in every part of the country) This means that by the time Connor is in a position where others would see his penis (the locker room, with a girl, etc) he won't be "different." He will be just like half of the boys in his age group. It would be like teasing someone for having brown hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~I want my son to look like his daddy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connor won't look like his daddy in the first place. Just talking about genitals alone, he will be smaller and have no pubic hair. Of course that's not even mentioning the rest of his body, which is smaller, chubbier, and far less hairy. ;) If he ever does ask, I will simply tell him that when daddy was a baby, they thought it was good to cut off part of the skin on his penis. Now we know that we don't have to do that so I decided not to do it to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~I don't want my son to get infections.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The risk of urinary tract infections raises by less than 1% during the first year of life if the foreskin is left intact. After the first year the numbers are the same. We don't surgically alter any other body part simply for infection prevention. Ear infections are very common in babies, but we don't put tubes in their ears as a preventative measure at birth. We wait until there is a problem and then we treat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~If my son is uncircumcised, his future wife will get infections.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a lot of power to give to a flap of skin. I honestly don't understand the logic behind this idea, but I've heard some very intelligent women claim that it happened to them. What is more likely is that they were passing an infection back and forth between their partner. When one partner gets an infection, many times both people need to be treated even if they don't both show symptoms. The fact is that the labial folds on a woman are a MUCH better breeding ground for bacteria than the foreskin, and women should always urinate and shower after being intimate. Men need to keep themselves clean, whether they are circumcised or not. Yes, it's more important for an uncircumcised man to be careful with his hygiene because bacteria can breed inside the foreskin, but I wouldn't want to be with a circumcised man who didn't wash himself either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, 80% of the worlds men are intact. If they were walking infections, America wouldn't be the only country in the Western world so still perform routine infant circumcision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Uncircumcised men have a higher risk of cancer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, if I circumcise Connor he won't be able to get cancer on that particular piece of skin. If you cut off your finger, you won't be able to get cancer in your finger either. The comparison is sadly accurate. The foreskin is the only place on the whole body that is surgically altered for reasons of cancer prevention. It's true that some women who are predisposed to breast cancer and who have tested positive for several factors will have a mastectomy in order to prevent cancer. But these women, like I said, have a higher risk of breast cancer than the rest of the population. I suppose if there was a long line of penile cancer in our family that would make me weigh this topic more heavily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Uncircumcised men have a higher risk of contracting HIV&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The study that suggested this idea is the basis of a lot of debate on it's own, and is not recognized by any major medical community. The first flaw is that it was performed in Africa, where poverty and a lack of information are undeniably at the base of the AIDS problem. Men who are of a higher social standing are more likely to be educated about safe sex, and they are also more likely to be circumcised. The fact that they have less instances of AIDS and the fact that they are circumcised are more socio-economic related than health related. Even if the study weren't so fatally flawed, I certainly wouldn't want my son thinking that he's safe from AIDS simply because he was missing a piece of skin. The simple fact is that AIDS is transferred by bodily fluids, not extra skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~I'm uncomfortable with the idea of cleaning under my sons foreskin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The foreskin on an infant should never &lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; be forcibly retracted. At birth, the foreskin is attached to the glans (the head of the penis) by a tissue similar to the tissue that holds on your fingernails. By retracting his foreskin you are literally ripping his skin away from his glans. This can cause infections, adhesions, scar tissue, and later painful problems. Sometime between the ages of 2 and 10 (usually on the early side, and rarely as late as puberty) the foreskin will naturally separate and he will be able to retract it himself. He should be the first one to ever do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;~I know someone who had to be circumcised later and it was horrible for him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The most common reason for a pubescent boy to need a circumcision is because someone forcibly retracted his foreskin when he was a baby. Believe it or not, many doctors don't even know this because they weren't taught it in medical school. A friend of mine was told by her doctor to retract the foreskin of her infant. This is a problem with our health care, not with the male body. But like I said earlier, this can cause scar tissue and adhesions, which will prevent the foreskin from naturally disconnecting itself and will be very painful. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another common reason is phimosis, which means the foreskin is too tight to retract even after is has disconnected. First, phimosis can't be diagnosed until puberty because it can be totally normal for the foreskin to wait that long to disconnect. It's rare, but it can happen and is considered normal. Second, the use of steroid creams can loosen up the foreskin and usually correct the problem without surgery. But still, sometimes it happens and circumcision is needed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The last reason that is commonly heard is infections in elderly men who can't care for themselves any longer. This shouldn't be looked at as a problem with the male body, but as a problem with elderly health care in this country. If you don't clean any part of the body that isn't regularly exposed to air (the underarms, between the toes, etc) then infections can happen. If a man you know got regular infections in a nursing home or under the care of someone else, you should either educate that person in how to care for your loved one or you should fire them. This isn't a problem in countries where medical staff is trained in proper care of an uncircumcised man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Circumcision later in life is more painful.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's true that any man who was circumcised later in life will tell you it is painful. But think of it this way. He was put under for his surgery, and he went home with pain medication. Babies are *sometimes* given an injection to numb the site (which takes away about 50% of the pain) and are sent home with no form of pain relief at all. Some doctors just give the baby a pacifier dipped in sugar water and call it good. Just because he doesn't remember it doesn't mean it's ok.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Uncircumcised penises are dirty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The care for an uncircumcised penis isn't nearly what some people make it out to be. Once it naturally separates from the glans, all he has to do is pull the foreskin back (it takes two fingers) and wash with soap and water. It's only one small extra step, since we would hope he will be washing his penis with soap either way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Circumcision is a simple little snip. It's not very painful and they won't remember it anyway.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it's true that Connor wouldn't remember the surgery if we had chosen to have it done, the idea that it's not painful is very very untrue. Some doctors have started to use a local anesthesia, but even this is painful because it is a large needle inserted directly into the penis. Some babies scream in pain. Some don't make a peep and seem to be drifting off to sleep. Why the difference? Recent studies tracking brain waves show that the ones who seem to be calm are actually on the verge of passing out from shock. A needle and a pacifier dipped in sugar water are NOT enough to erase the pain. Studies show that even with anesthesia, the pain is only reduced by about 50%. If you're interested in how the procedure is done, you can click &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v="&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for part one and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v="&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for part two. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;WARNING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: This is extremely graphic footage of an actual infant circumcision. Please don't have the kids around and wear your headphones because the baby screams very loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Uncircumcised penises are ugly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, penises aren't exactly pretty no matter what. Second, I think every part of my precious son is perfect, and I intend to leave him that way. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123317778560417261-4691506253610258187?l=growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/4691506253610258187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123317778560417261&amp;postID=4691506253610258187&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/4691506253610258187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/4691506253610258187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/2008/07/tough-topic.html' title='A tough topic'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123317778560417261.post-8540014632197565580</id><published>2008-07-29T18:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T18:59:12.266-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smiles'/><title type='text'>We interrupt the regularly scheduled programming...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I was going to do my controversial post today because I basically have it all typed out, but something MUCH more important has come up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally got a smile on camera! Woot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228620473271360914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SI_KnjasnZI/AAAAAAAAADw/OPhdrltqCug/s400/101_0820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123317778560417261-8540014632197565580?l=growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/8540014632197565580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123317778560417261&amp;postID=8540014632197565580&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/8540014632197565580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/8540014632197565580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-interrupt-regularly-scheduled.html' title='We interrupt the regularly scheduled programming...'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SI_KnjasnZI/AAAAAAAAADw/OPhdrltqCug/s72-c/101_0820.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123317778560417261.post-2234612338038578252</id><published>2008-07-25T22:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T22:58:04.847-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='circumcision'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nap time'/><title type='text'>Stuffy nose and internal battle</title><content type='html'>Nothing too exciting happened today. More smiles, but more fussiness too. His nose is a little bit stuffy, and he HATES it when I get out the drops and nose sucker thing. (Nose Sucker Thing is a technical term, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt;.) But he has trouble eating with his nose stuffy, so he deals with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm arguing with myself over whether or not I should make a post about circumcision. Any moms on here who have spent any time at all on parenting boards know how heated this topic can get. Half of me wants to just leave it alone, but the other half of me wants to spread information to those who might not have gone looking for it on their own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*sigh* Tough &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;decisions&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a picture of Connor taking a nap a couple of days ago. Don't worry, we only let him sleep on his tummy when we're right there in the room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227197601575206450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SIq8hhSp_jI/AAAAAAAAADo/_xZoAhRd00o/s400/101_0734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123317778560417261-2234612338038578252?l=growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/2234612338038578252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123317778560417261&amp;postID=2234612338038578252&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/2234612338038578252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/2234612338038578252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/2008/07/stuffy-nose-and-internal-battle.html' title='Stuffy nose and internal battle'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SIq8hhSp_jI/AAAAAAAAADo/_xZoAhRd00o/s72-c/101_0734.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123317778560417261.post-8690329469952767319</id><published>2008-07-24T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T23:20:09.930-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playtime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smiles'/><title type='text'>First smiles!</title><content type='html'>I haven't caught one on camera yet, but we are getting REAL smiles now! He loves to play with me in his crib, which is great because I can leave him alone for a few minutes at a time and actually get dressed and eat in the morning now. I lay him down and we play with his elephant for a while, he talks to the baby in his mirror, and watches his mobile. He just smiles and talks and it's awesome to watch. I was really starting to feel the blues creep up on me the past few days, but now he's giving me all of these smiles and it just melts away all of my problems!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the closest I've gotten so far:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226832476998811346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SIlwceP9PtI/AAAAAAAAADg/VTlCXKdcLY0/s400/101_0786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123317778560417261-8690329469952767319?l=growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/8690329469952767319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123317778560417261&amp;postID=8690329469952767319&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/8690329469952767319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/8690329469952767319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-smiles.html' title='First smiles!'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SIlwceP9PtI/AAAAAAAAADg/VTlCXKdcLY0/s72-c/101_0786.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123317778560417261.post-449338982345800037</id><published>2008-07-23T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T17:30:56.207-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='signing'/><title type='text'>Baby signs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I mentioned in an earlier post that we plan to use sign language to help Connor commuincate in the months leading up to actual first words. Baby signing is still fairly controversial. A lot of people will tell you that it hinders speech, that it will make a baby speak later and use less words because they depend on sign language to communicate. At first glance this makes sense, but the farther you dig into the research the more it makes sense to use sign language to start the learning process of how to communicate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, the big thing that people miss is talking while you sign. I'm not trying to teach him how to say "more" with his hands, I'm trying to teach him to say "more" in any way I can. A parent should NEVER use sign language instead of spoken words. The word should always be used with the sign.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that that's out of the way, here's the basic logic. At around 7 months or so, a baby understands the basic concept of communication. He will raise his arms when he wants to be held, he will point to a toy that he can't reach, and he understands much of what you say to him. He understands that people communicate ideas to each other through words and physical gestures. But if he is hungry, he has no way of telling me that. If his tummy hurts, he has no way to tell me that. If he's bored, tired, uncomfortable, in pain, etc. This is very frustrating for a baby, and it's the cause of a lot of crying at that age before they gain the ability to verbalize.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By teaching him a few signs (more, food, milk, play, diaper, mommy, daddy, etc) that he will use every day, we bypass that frustration. Now he can tell me what he wants. Of course I will constantly use spoken words and encourage him to do the same, but without that frustration in the way, he can pay more attention to learning how communication works and less time crying about not being able to get what he wants or needs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To sum it up, babies who sign not only speak earlier than non-signers, they experience less frustration, develop larger vocabularies, become better readers, and even have IQ’s that are at least 10-12 points higher. There was one study that used finger signing (using letters only) with school aged kids who had trouble with spelling. Within months the spelling scores for the kids in the program went from D averages to B averages. Signing triggers different parts of the brain in order to work. Basically a baby learning sign language is learning how to learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few websites about baby sign and the benefits. There is a link to an ASL browser in the sidebar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://theparentsite.com/parenting/signbaby.asp"&gt;http://theparentsite.com/parenting/signbaby.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.babies-and-sign-language.com/"&gt;http://www.babies-and-sign-language.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tinyfingers.com/benefits.html"&gt;http://www.tinyfingers.com/benefits.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a really neat video of a baby signing.  I can't get it to embed because blogger is arguing with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7gSZfW4gVhI"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7gSZfW4gVhI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, of course, a new picture of Connor in a super snazzy all-in-one diaper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226369440092719378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SIfLULWvCRI/AAAAAAAAADY/U3gvKUWU4OM/s400/101_0784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123317778560417261-449338982345800037?l=growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/449338982345800037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123317778560417261&amp;postID=449338982345800037&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/449338982345800037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/449338982345800037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/2008/07/baby-signs.html' title='Baby signs!'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SIfLULWvCRI/AAAAAAAAADY/U3gvKUWU4OM/s72-c/101_0784.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123317778560417261.post-929138459314818732</id><published>2008-07-22T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T22:18:13.035-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cloth diapers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diapers'/><title type='text'>Another theory</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Connor's rash is almost all gone again. I came up with another theory on what is causing it. I really don't think it's regular diaper rash just because of where it is and how it looks. Plus switching to disposables gets rid of it. I really think it's his pee reacting with the soap because it's happening right where his diapers get the most wet. We change him at MOST every three hours because that's as long as he sleeps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But like I said, I came up with another theory. We use cold water in our washing machine. That's it, just cold, no hot at all because it's not even hooked up. Well, cold water doesn't rinse as well as hot water, which means that no matter how many times I rinse, there could still be soap on them. Chris has extremely sensitive skin and I have a mild allergy to soap just like my mom, so this makes sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In any case, two women offered to send me some all-in-one and pocket diapers that their babies have grown out of. These are better because they have a layer in them that pulls the moisture away from the skin and they aren't as bulky so no wet fabric is touching his thighs. So we'll try these for a while and see what happens, and Chris will hook up hot water to the washer. In the meantime, I'll be going to the laundry mat to do an extra hot rinse with all of the diapers. We have a big enough stash so I only have to do laundry every 3 or 4 days, so this won't be a huge deal. They have a front loader there that will hold as much as I can carry. In a pinch I can even rinse them myself in the sink or shower, plus we still have disposables on hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I am insanely dedicated to cloth diapering. I know you all think I'm crazy, but these bumps in the road are worth it to me. Besides, you love me anyway. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One more thing. I'm going to be selling the rest of his newborn clothes on craigslist probably tomorrow sometime. If anyone wants first dibs, I think I'm going to ask $25 for the whole lot. It's a Target bag full of boy stuff (onesies, rompers, sleepers, and sleep sacks), most of it was never even worn. I would just give it away, but I already gave away all of the gender neutral stuff and I really need a few more things in 3-6 month size for him. I have enough to get by until laundry day, but I really do need a few more pieces. So that's the only reason I'm selling them instead of just passing them down. If you want them or know someone with a newborn boy, these are some seriously great clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another bathtime picture:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226074001449995234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SIa-nYpUy-I/AAAAAAAAADI/MiTsw-mEEEI/s400/101_0773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;One of his new cloth diapers:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226074004195664786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SIa-ni38Y5I/AAAAAAAAADQ/VF3JTVzI1SE/s400/101_0779.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123317778560417261-929138459314818732?l=growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/929138459314818732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123317778560417261&amp;postID=929138459314818732&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/929138459314818732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/929138459314818732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-theory.html' title='Another theory'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SIa-nYpUy-I/AAAAAAAAADI/MiTsw-mEEEI/s72-c/101_0773.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123317778560417261.post-3059670839097515886</id><published>2008-07-21T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T07:57:18.986-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cloth diapers'/><title type='text'>One problem gone, another arises</title><content type='html'>Well, his runny nose is all cleared up. Call it first time mommy paranoia because it lasted about 3 whole hours and I was panicking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The diaper rash has come back though. I'm at a total loss for what to do. Cloth diapers are supposed to prevent rashes, not cause them. At first I thought it was his urine reacting with the soap we make, since it has some harsh chemicals in it. (Borax, washing soda, and Ivory soap) So I stripped them to make sure all of the soap was out and I used a soap that's free of dyes and perfumes and that is recommended for cloth diapers by several websites and hundreds of moms. But yesterday it came back. The thing is, it doesn't even look like a rash. Rashes, whether diaper rash or a yeast rash, have bumps or spots, but this looks like a burn! I just can't make sense of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, we're back to disposable diapers and I am so frustrated. I'm still looking for a cause, but unless someone comes up to me and has been through it and solved it with their own baby, I just can't bring myself to put him back in the cloth diapers. I'm really disappointed because, cost aside, there are so many reasons that cloth is better. Of course the cost is bothering me too, because the investment we made in the covers was fairly big considering they haven't even paid for themselves yet. In a month or so, if I still don't have any answers, at least I can resell them and make most of my money back. I was just really looking forward to cloth diapering him. But if he's getting a rash when he's never in a diaper for longer than a 3 hour nap, what are we going to do when he starts sleeping through the night?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris says this shouldn't bother me so much, and he's probably right. But something is hurting my baby and I can't figure out what it is. I've always relied on research to solve so many problems, and none of my research is telling me what's wrong here. I have a doctor's appointment for myself tomorrow, so if it's still there I'll bring him in to see if she can identify it. I also have a WIC appointment this morning, so maybe she'll have a clue. I am just ripping my hair out over this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the meantime, here's a picture I snapped of him in my arms yesterday. I was trying to catch a smile because he is REALLY smiling at me now when I catch him in the right mood, but every time the little green light came on to focus, he stopped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225480259829768546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SISinEv4IWI/AAAAAAAAADA/L8UBseHX9pQ/s400/101_0748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Edited to add: I just checked my email (why didn't I do that first?  I have no idea) and I have TWO moms from one of my message board offering to send me new diapers!  Well, they're used, but cloth diapers are constantly being sold used because they're so easy to sanitize.  So if it's my soap or something in the diapers, I'll know!  Between the two of them, I'll have almost enough diapers to throw away the prefolds I've been using if they happen to be the problem!  Of course, I'll be doing laundry every day, but it would be do-able!  Yay!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123317778560417261-3059670839097515886?l=growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/3059670839097515886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123317778560417261&amp;postID=3059670839097515886&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/3059670839097515886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/3059670839097515886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-problem-gone-another-arises.html' title='One problem gone, another arises'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SISinEv4IWI/AAAAAAAAADA/L8UBseHX9pQ/s72-c/101_0748.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123317778560417261.post-246355952040315326</id><published>2008-07-19T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T20:24:44.856-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playtime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><title type='text'>Stuffy noses and PS3's</title><content type='html'>Nothing too exciting has been going on today. Connor was really fussy and last night he acted like he had a little bit of a stuffy nose, so we're wondering if maybe he caught the cold that I've been hearing about. Nobody in the house has it though. I asked his doctor about it on Thursday and she told me what to look for and when to panic, so we're just taking care of him the best we can and hoping we're wrong. With all of the fires that have been around here it's possible that he just got irritated by the smoke. Keep your fingers crossed for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a couple shots from a little photo shoot we played with tonight. He's turning in to his Daddy already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224925027444301698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SIKpoS7dn4I/AAAAAAAAACw/oG_3dA5X9u0/s400/101_0741.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224925036893321842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SIKpo2ISOnI/AAAAAAAAAC4/-VAZYoSXiLA/s400/101_0744.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123317778560417261-246355952040315326?l=growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/246355952040315326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123317778560417261&amp;postID=246355952040315326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/246355952040315326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/246355952040315326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/2008/07/stuffy-noses-and-ps3s.html' title='Stuffy noses and PS3&apos;s'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SIKpoS7dn4I/AAAAAAAAACw/oG_3dA5X9u0/s72-c/101_0741.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123317778560417261.post-5518167817379285241</id><published>2008-07-18T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T20:03:28.867-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='signing'/><title type='text'>I think I got it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SIFVEHX2z_I/AAAAAAAAACo/DLURTIloY9w/s1600-h/IMG_1935.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224550571913433074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SIFVEHX2z_I/AAAAAAAAACo/DLURTIloY9w/s400/IMG_1935.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandpa Bill feeding Connor at about 2 weeks old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I think I'm done changing the template around here. I really liked the monkey one, but it was in the new blogger format which means I don't know how to change or add anything. This one is in the classic style so at least I can play with the sidebar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of which, I've played with the sidebar. :) I added Connor's Amazon wishlist just in case anyone is interested, a great site for ordering cloth diapers and accessories, and a browser for American Sign Language because we plan to do baby signing with Connor when he's a little bit older. I'll have to remember to make a post on baby signing because it is really cool. We're all very excited to really start. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123317778560417261-5518167817379285241?l=growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/5518167817379285241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123317778560417261&amp;postID=5518167817379285241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/5518167817379285241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/5518167817379285241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-think-i-got-it.html' title='I think I got it...'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SIFVEHX2z_I/AAAAAAAAACo/DLURTIloY9w/s72-c/IMG_1935.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123317778560417261.post-3966472902242219084</id><published>2008-07-17T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T13:24:42.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One month check-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SH-qYAwDZII/AAAAAAAAACI/-cIEUhUXhJU/s1600-h/101_0646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224081422268195970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SH-qYAwDZII/AAAAAAAAACI/-cIEUhUXhJU/s400/101_0646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SH-qYUbRdwI/AAAAAAAAACQ/D6KCjTDzu_8/s1600-h/101_0648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224081427549746946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SH-qYUbRdwI/AAAAAAAAACQ/D6KCjTDzu_8/s400/101_0648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Connor had his one month check up today! Everything looks GREAT. He weighed in at 10lbs 12oz, which is almost a 2 pound gain! He measured 23 1/4 inches, which means he grew an inch and a half. All of his milestones are right on track or ahead of schedule, and he is healthy as a horse. (I've never understood that saying. Who says all horses are healthy?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has another appointment on the 17th of August, where we'll be getting the dreaded 2 month vaccinations. Vaccinations scare the life out of me, but I think it's still for the best. But if you know me, you know I'll spend the next month reading and researching every little thing they're about to inject into my baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123317778560417261-3966472902242219084?l=growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/3966472902242219084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123317778560417261&amp;postID=3966472902242219084&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/3966472902242219084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/3966472902242219084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-month-check-up.html' title='One month check-up'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SH-qYAwDZII/AAAAAAAAACI/-cIEUhUXhJU/s72-c/101_0646.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123317778560417261.post-2868530009396199763</id><published>2008-07-16T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T19:53:45.016-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='playtime'/><title type='text'>Playtime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SH6zi8ICiTI/AAAAAAAAABo/dWCK-lG7jdM/s1600-h/101_0726.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223810030633126194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SH6zi8ICiTI/AAAAAAAAABo/dWCK-lG7jdM/s400/101_0726.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SH6zjDHbVXI/AAAAAAAAABw/GatwUrM0gKA/s1600-h/101_0731.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223810032509605234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SH6zjDHbVXI/AAAAAAAAABw/GatwUrM0gKA/s400/101_0731.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Connor is just growing so fast, it's getting harder and harder to keep him entertained.  He acts like he's frustrated at his lack of ability to really do anything.  So today I did an experiment.  I put blankets all around him in his excersaucer and sat down to see if he liked it.  He LOVED it!  Of course he still isn't even close to sitting up, so I had to be right there in case a blanket slipped, but it was a really fun time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is his 1 month check up.  I can't wait to see how big he is!  I think I might just have to go against everything I believe in and buy a scale for the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123317778560417261-2868530009396199763?l=growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/2868530009396199763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123317778560417261&amp;postID=2868530009396199763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/2868530009396199763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/2868530009396199763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/2008/07/playtime.html' title='Playtime'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SH6zi8ICiTI/AAAAAAAAABo/dWCK-lG7jdM/s72-c/101_0726.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123317778560417261.post-2987149637209092508</id><published>2008-07-15T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T15:50:58.597-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cloth diapers'/><title type='text'>The 411 on our diapering system</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I get a lot of funny looks when people find out we're using cloth diapers. I thought I would go ahead and take this opportunity to educate the masses on just how easy it is. Presenting: my cloth diaper tutorial. Featuring Snuggle Bear, Aunt Carolyn's afghan, a prefold cloth diaper, a Thirsties brand cover, and a Snappi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, I'll show you the tools:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a prefold diaper. It's the kind that your grandma (and my mom) used, and many mom's still use today as burp cloths.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Samantha616/prefoldopen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a cover. This particular cover is Thirsties brand. Note the Velcro. Velcro is your friend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Samantha616/coverclosed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a Thirsties cover open. Notice that the inside is shiny? It's Polyurethane Laminate, which is a highly breathable, yet water proof material. This means that after a wet diaper, I can simply wipe out the inside of the cover and lay it out to dry for the next diaper change. I have three different covers, but I didn't want this to last forever so I just used the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Samantha616/coveropen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a Snappi. Snappi's have taken the place of pins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Samantha616/snappifront.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the back of a Snappi. See the teeth? You'll understand how it works better in a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Samantha616/snappiback.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now to the fun part. Grab your prefold diaper and fold it in thirds. (Note, this fold is for boys. If you were diapering a girl, you would turn it sideways and then fold it in to thirds so that there is more fabric in the middle. With a boy I want more fabric up front.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Samantha616/prefoldtrifold.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fold the front up so it fits and pull the tops out a bit:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Samantha616/prefoldangel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lay down your baby. (I thought about using Connor for this, but first, he wiggles a lot. And second I'd have to go back and edit the pictures to retain his privacy, and that's a lot of work.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Samantha616/snuggleopen.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Pull the front up and attach the Snappi. To attach a Snappi, you just hook it on to one side of the diaper, hold it tight, attach it to the other side, and then stretch it down toward the bottom. Now you have a diapered baby. You could really stop here, but since there is no waterproof layer, things get a bit messy as soon as the baby wets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Samantha616/snugglesnappi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, you add in the cover. This part is just like a disposable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Samantha616/snugglecover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only trick is you have to make sure all of the cloth is inside the cover. If any cloth is peeking through, the moisture will "wick" up through the cloth and get on your baby's clothes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Samantha616/snuggleclosed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ta-da! See how easy cloth is! If you are breastfeeding, all you have to do is throw the diaper in the diaper pail and wash every 2-3 days, depending on how many diapers you have. If you are using formula or if the baby is eating solids, then you need to get the poop off of the diaper before you wash it. (Breast milk poop is water soluble, so it washes away just like anything else. Formula poop will just smear and make a huge mess in the washer. Not cool)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To get the poop off of the diaper, you have two basic options. You can swish it in the toilet until the solids come off, or you can buy a &lt;a href="http://www.kellyscloset.com/index.asp?PageAction=VIEWPROD&amp;amp;ProdID=139"&gt;diaper sprayer.&lt;/a&gt; A diaper sprayer is just like a sprayer that you have on your kitchen sink, but it's designed to attach to your toilet. I don't have one yet, but it's totally on my Christmas list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once your diapers are poop free, you just throw it in the wash with no more than half of the normal amount of detergent you usually use. You'll want to be picky about your detergent though. Some detergents are bad for diapers because they clog the fibers of the material and make them less absorbent. Click &lt;a href="http://www.diaperjungle.com/detergent-chart.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for a list of safe detergents. You want to do a cold rinse (for stain removal), a hot wash, and an extra rinse to make sure all of the detergent is rinsed away. Fabric softeners are also bad for the absorbency of the cloth, so you'll want to skip those. Since I don't have hot water hooked up to my washing machine, I add a few drops of Tea Tree Oil as an antiseptic to make sure no ickies are lingering around, waiting to give my baby a rash.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another stain fighting technique is the sun. If you hang your diapers to dry in the sun you are almost guaranteed to stay stain free. The only down side is that the sun can make the diapers less than silky smooth, so I always toss them in the dryer for 10 minutes to soften them up. Dryer sheets are also bad for diapers, so you'll want to skip those as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For more reasons to cloth diaper, click &lt;a href="http://www.diaperpin.com/clothdiapers/article_toptenreasons.asp"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.realdiaperassociation.org/diaperfacts.php"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; or even &lt;a href="http://www.diaperaps.com/home/dp1/environment_main.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And just because I can't make a post without a Connor picture in it, here he is, very angry, after a bath in a Prowrap brand cover. He really does love the bath, he just hates to get out and get dressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v181/Samantha616/101_0668.jpg" border="0" /&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/123317778560417261-2987149637209092508?l=growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/2987149637209092508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123317778560417261&amp;postID=2987149637209092508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/2987149637209092508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/2987149637209092508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/2008/07/411-on-our-diapering-system.html' title='The 411 on our diapering system'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123317778560417261.post-3182494266331939417</id><published>2008-07-15T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T08:19:10.575-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='technical difficulties'/><title type='text'>Ooops!</title><content type='html'>Sorry to anyone who tried to comment and couldn't.  The blog automatically sets itself so that only people with blogger accounts can comment!  It should be fixed now.  Please let me know if you have any problems by emailing me at &lt;a href="mailto:burleysgirl@gmail.com"&gt;burleysgirl@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123317778560417261-3182494266331939417?l=growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/3182494266331939417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123317778560417261&amp;postID=3182494266331939417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/3182494266331939417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/3182494266331939417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/2008/07/ooops.html' title='Ooops!'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123317778560417261.post-2618572285845499053</id><published>2008-07-14T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T20:42:02.929-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diapers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing'/><title type='text'>Big boy, eating habits, smiles, and cloth diapers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SHwaQ0HhJPI/AAAAAAAAABg/qAB61toy02A/s1600-h/IMG_1987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223078544013337842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SHwaQ0HhJPI/AAAAAAAAABg/qAB61toy02A/s400/IMG_1987.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223078540319201506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SHwaQmWxGOI/AAAAAAAAABY/pj-nmzEj1tI/s400/101_0649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In just about 12 hours Connor will be a month old. I can't wait until his appointment on the 17th to have him weighed. His has grown SO much. A friend of mine has a baby who is 6 weeks older than Connor, and they are almost the same size. It's crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is really moving along developmentally too. He is holding his head up really good. He doesn't have a lot of control over it yet, but he is really trying. He's starting to play with his toys too. If we put a toy in his hand he will shake it around to make it make noise. If we put one near him when he's laying down, or hold it above his head, he bats at it. He's been doing this for about a week and a half now. He focuses on us and even follows us around with his whole head if we walk by. He's even really watching things across the room even though everyone says he can only see 18 inches in front of his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's really starting to smile too. At first I kept telling everyone it was gas or sleepiness because I didn't want to get my hopes up too high. But I've seen a couple of them that were clearly smiles. His whole face lights up. It's really amazing to watch. He hasn't found his feet yet, but his hands are a constant source of entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did end up moving to a bottle. Part of me is sad, but it was just too much for me mentally. I know that I could have struggled through it, but I felt like I was missing those first weeks of him that I would never get back and it was making me very sad. But now we're both much happier and he is obviously VERY healthy! We're using Enfamil Lipil with iron, and he almost never spits up with it so we got lucky with the first brand we tried. He eats like a champ too. He's up to about 4 ounces per feeding now, and he's eating at least every 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hit a bump in the road with the cloth diapers, but I'm pretty sure we're past it. We've been making our own laundry soap for over a year now, and I read somewhere that it was good for diapers. (Some soaps clog up the fibers in cloth diapers and make them lose their absorbency) Well, it looks like something in the soap was reacting with his urine and gave him a nasty burn-like rash on his thighs. Poor little guy. I stripped the soap out of them and we have a new laundry detergent now that I've heard good things about from dozens of cloth diapering moms. So, since he looks all healed up now, we'll be going back to cloth tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123317778560417261-2618572285845499053?l=growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/2618572285845499053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123317778560417261&amp;postID=2618572285845499053&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/2618572285845499053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/2618572285845499053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/2008/07/big-boy-eating-habits-and-cloth-diapers.html' title='Big boy, eating habits, smiles, and cloth diapers'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SHwaQ0HhJPI/AAAAAAAAABg/qAB61toy02A/s72-c/IMG_1987.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123317778560417261.post-851443468144397841</id><published>2008-07-14T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T18:12:20.388-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birth'/><title type='text'>Our birth story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SHv0wsLeXII/AAAAAAAAAAY/krtzFR4TvmI/s1600-h/101_0600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223037310196407426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SHv0wsLeXII/AAAAAAAAAAY/krtzFR4TvmI/s400/101_0600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SHv0w5ouJgI/AAAAAAAAAAg/kPwmaPyOyNY/s1600-h/101_0605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223037313808737794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SHv0w5ouJgI/AAAAAAAAAAg/kPwmaPyOyNY/s400/101_0605.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SHv0xnaAP8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/_6dQ0_VaQ_c/s1600-h/101_0607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223037326095040450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SHv0xnaAP8I/AAAAAAAAAAo/_6dQ0_VaQ_c/s400/101_0607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223038908870193986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SHv2NvtAc0I/AAAAAAAAAA4/bGuhpjGpRAg/s400/101_0611.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223040023835339298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SHv3OpRaaiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HzkNhI8Mgvo/s400/101_0613.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223038913496964530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SHv2OA8HXbI/AAAAAAAAABA/tVfV-wmjPGc/s400/101_0614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223038925206841522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SHv2Osj96LI/AAAAAAAAABI/uj7gkkMqKd4/s400/101_0619.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I suppose this blog should start with Connor's birth story!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, the stats: Connor Phoenix Allen Randles was born on Father's Day, June 15th, 2008 at 8:32am in Bakersfield, California. He was 9lbs even and 21.3 inches long. He had a full head of blonde hair, fair skin, and long monkey toes just like his Daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got to the hospital for induction on Saturday, the 15th of June (7 days past my due date) and they started the pitocin drip at about 10:30am. At about 11:30 the doctor came in and broke my water. The contractions slowly started coming as the hours wore on. At first they were really small, but they slowly got stronger and stronger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By 9:00pm or so the contractions were one on top of the other with no break and I was stuck at 2 cm. The way the Dr. explained it was because of the surgery I had years ago, there was scar tissue on my cervix acting as a rubber band of sorts, keeping me closed up. He said that eventually his head would break it and then I would progress quickly. The constant contractions without a break and the picture in my head of a rubber band snapping was enough to convince me that an epidural was a good idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The anesthesiologist came in at about 9:30 and gave me the epidural. It was not fun, and took about 15 minutes to do. Once he was done I started feeling better instantly, but inserting the needle was really painful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once I got the epidural things slowed down a bit, but by about 4am I had gone to 5cm and I was ready to push by 6am. But, the epidural made it really hard for me to push because I couldn't feel anything. When I first got the epidural the nurse put a pillow under my right hip to stop the medicine from pooling in my back, which would make it stop working. Well, instead it pooled on my left side so I was feeling everything on my right, but I couldn't even lift my left leg. We got almost to the point of crowning when the nurse decided that we should let me labor a bit longer and just wait for the doctor. (He was the only one on call and he was pulled in to an emergency, so it was me and two nurses) The anesthisiologist came in and bumped up my epidural at about 6:30am and I went to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The doctor came in at about 8:00 and started me pushing again. Even though the epidural was stronger this time, (and actually working on both sides) he was able to get me in a better position and Connor was out in 3 pushes. He had a big bulb on his head from sitting so low for those hours, but it was gone within an hour or so. I ended up with 3 stitches but he isn't even bruised. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got off to a great start with breastfeeding, but ran into some latch problems early the morning and the nurse encouraged me to give him a bottle because I was getting frustrated. By the next feeding the lactation consultant had come in and she got us back on track. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dreams of a natural birth were out the window from the get-go, but I don't care at all. I don't think I could care less about anything now that he's here and healthy.&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/123317778560417261-851443468144397841?l=growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/851443468144397841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123317778560417261&amp;postID=851443468144397841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/851443468144397841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/851443468144397841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-birth-story.html' title='Our birth story'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SHv0wsLeXII/AAAAAAAAAAY/krtzFR4TvmI/s72-c/101_0600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-123317778560417261.post-5626353143988488632</id><published>2008-07-14T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T12:59:53.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I keep up?</title><content type='html'>I'm going to attempt to use this as a way to keep family and friends updated on how things are going in our little family now that Connor has arrived.  For now I'm going to be working on making things look nice, and hopefully I'll be able to update at least once or twice a week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/123317778560417261-5626353143988488632?l=growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/feeds/5626353143988488632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=123317778560417261&amp;postID=5626353143988488632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/5626353143988488632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/123317778560417261/posts/default/5626353143988488632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingupwithconnor.blogspot.com/2008/07/can-i-keep-up.html' title='Can I keep up?'/><author><name>BurleysGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13261570433410894143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hkGFVxQr1uk/SeJE95L_-nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/aRsq-9QXBio/S220/IMG_0310.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
