<?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-22534780</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:48:36.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flonkerton</title><subtitle type='html'>I love my little (big) son and my handsome hubby, and I'm sure I'll be posting about them A LOT. I'll also give you a glimpse into other areas of my life aside from being a wife and mother.PS. I'm a recovering random-blogger.....bear with me</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00716008356913510935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22534780.post-116062451772711655</id><published>2006-10-11T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T20:41:57.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leavin on a jet plane</title><content type='html'>Well, we're off to Ontario tommorrow- Many family and friends on Matthew's side that William and I havent met yet.  I'm super excited, but kind of dreading the 4 hour flight with an active 1 year old.  beh.  I love showing him off though- and this week will be a whole lot of doing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully William seems to have recovered from his lung infection and he lost that nasty red scab from the skin infection under his nose.  Oh yeah, and the thrush is long gone too.  poor guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonnnnns of packing to do- adios!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22534780-116062451772711655?l=heymumma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/feeds/116062451772711655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22534780&amp;postID=116062451772711655' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/116062451772711655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/116062451772711655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/2006/10/leavin-on-jet-plane.html' title='Leavin on a jet plane'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00716008356913510935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22534780.post-115852315598007174</id><published>2006-09-17T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T12:59:16.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boys and their toys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/1600/001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/320/001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere in my house, I find myself looking for visible spaces of carpet on the floor to maneuver my way through toys. My son has a lot of toys, lately he's been playing with big blocks and duplo which are everywhere. It is not my sons toys that concern me so much though.... My husband has recently been re-aquainted with his childhood hobby of playing with lego. There are tubs, and baggies, and blocks, and unidentified pieces everywhere. He has spent most of his free time in the past few days sorting his lego by colors, shape, body parts, etc. I admit, it is a pain in the neck to have to step over and around the lego to get to the computer , and to avoid resting my arms on the computer desk which is cluttered with lego as we speak- I dont like getting the little pieces stuck to me. It is,however, cute when he comes up to me after an hour of hard work and shows me a lego-dump truck with all the contraptions that could make it somewhat realistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It no longer worries me when we go out shopping and Matthew asks me if he can go to the toy store. I dont expect him to take interest in the 'sissy pants baby toys', even though he sometimes he might try to be sneaky by implying he's looking at toys for William. I've come to grips with the fact that my big strong husband is sometimes still a boy at heart, and I wont try to change that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22534780-115852315598007174?l=heymumma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/feeds/115852315598007174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22534780&amp;postID=115852315598007174' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/115852315598007174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/115852315598007174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/2006/09/boys-and-their-toys.html' title='boys and their toys'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00716008356913510935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22534780.post-115817202719654609</id><published>2006-09-13T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T11:27:07.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trial and error</title><content type='html'>Well, the past few weeks have been filled with me making decisions, trying new things out, changing my mind, making new decisions, and so on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have daycare arranged for William from Monday to Friday, but he's been sick for the past few days, so I've stayed at home with him. My 'plan' was to go back to work part time, and go back to school as well, however I've realized that trying to balance all that out is very difficult. After my first 3 days working at a golf and country club, I've realized I get zero satisfaction from being underemployed. However, I dont have any specific skills or training that I feel entitle me to a better job. So, my current stance is that I will focus on school this semester...and next? who knows. I am so exhausted from trying to figure out what will work out best for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, my poor sick little boy is waking up from his much needed snooze- he had a checkup yesterday, and all is well (of course). He's still on the upper end of the weight and height chart. Sometimes I look at him while he's sleeping all stretched out and imagine that the little baby that was growing in me a year ago is practically a little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I would like to welcome my good friend Christina from Germany to the blogging world! &lt;a href="http://thingamajic.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thingamajic.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid my "Denlgish" (my sad attempt at speaking "Deutsch") is a little rusty, otherwise I would try to translate. Maybe some pictures might make their way on there soon !?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple cute ones of William, courtesy of Matt's camera cell phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/1600/Photo%2084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/320/Photo%2084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/1600/Photo%2067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/320/Photo%2067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/1600/Photo%2021.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22534780-115817202719654609?l=heymumma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/feeds/115817202719654609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22534780&amp;postID=115817202719654609' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/115817202719654609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/115817202719654609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/2006/09/trial-and-error.html' title='Trial and error'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00716008356913510935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22534780.post-115350769368060293</id><published>2006-07-21T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T11:48:13.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wowzers</title><content type='html'>Do you ever sometimes suprise yourself?  I have a few times lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly,I have been busy with filling my new role of "wife".  For the first time in my life, I actually get satisfaction out of cleaning.  I do the dishes daily, I've cleaned the bathroom even though we weren't expecting company, and I daydream about ways to make our drab apartment a little more homey.  Mom and Dad, if you're reading this, I SWEAR i'm not making this up.... hard to believe, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I have taken up reading.  No, I'm not talking about the Sunday Comics, or the back of a shampoo bottle.  For the first time in my life, I have completed a 400 page novel, not out of obligation for school, but for enjoyment.  I have another one on the go right now, and a couple more that I"m looking forward to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, I've been going to the gym again.  I work out for 45 minutes, and then spend 45 minutes between the sauna and shower while William's in the gym daycare.  Sounds lame, but it's the only 'me' time I get right now, while Matthew's away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how long this all lasts come September and my return to school.....for now it works out nicely:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I dont have any pictures, as our usual computer is in Wainwright with Matthew, and I havent yet figured out how to transfer pics. onto my laptop, which is unfortunate, because for once I have some fun pics of at stampede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and to the "anonymous" commenter on my last post, some words of wisdom-----&lt;br /&gt;Next time, have the courtesy to identify yourself....Anonymous feedback has a bad rap and very little credibility around here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22534780-115350769368060293?l=heymumma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/feeds/115350769368060293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22534780&amp;postID=115350769368060293' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/115350769368060293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/115350769368060293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/2006/07/wowzers.html' title='wowzers'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00716008356913510935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22534780.post-115203790618455400</id><published>2006-07-04T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T11:31:46.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My son, the nudist</title><content type='html'>I think he has finally figured out the contraption that is always fastened around his hips, as he removed it about 10 times last night before going to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although frustrating, I couldnt help but laugh, finding him standing in his crib, bare bummed with a huge grin on his face.  When I went back into his room to check in him after he fell asleep, he was laying there sleeping with his diaper in hand (I was tempted to just leave him that way, but the thought of what I would see in the morning dissuaded me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope it's just a phase, but something tells me this is just the beginning of his fascination with being nekkid.  We might have 'child lock' those things just to keep them on....anyone have some duct tape? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22534780-115203790618455400?l=heymumma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/feeds/115203790618455400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22534780&amp;postID=115203790618455400' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/115203790618455400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/115203790618455400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-son-nudist.html' title='My son, the nudist'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00716008356913510935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22534780.post-115130048719440151</id><published>2006-06-25T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T22:41:27.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 more</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/1600/William.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/400/William.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/1600/P1070610_2.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/400/P1070610_2.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22534780-115130048719440151?l=heymumma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/feeds/115130048719440151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22534780&amp;postID=115130048719440151' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/115130048719440151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/115130048719440151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/2006/06/2-more.html' title='2 more'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00716008356913510935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22534780.post-115129974372962896</id><published>2006-06-25T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T22:29:03.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming a Mrs.</title><content type='html'>The big day has come and gone, and although I am absolutely exhausted, I am thrilled with how the wedding went. I heard it over and over again "things will go wrong- dont sweat it", and I had to constantly remind myself of that- Yes, not everything went as planned, but the day was beautiful, the food was excellent, our guests were none but the best, and last but not least, I am now officially "Mrs. Gow"(although that still has to sink in).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so greatful for everyone who was able to take time out of their day (and travel through hectic Penticton) to share our day with us. I was thrilled to see the pregnant beauties- I was amazed to see Amanda who is basically FULL TERM, and looked incredible (especially in comparison to me at 38 weeks- I was a beached whale on our couch and didnt leave our apartment).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways, here are just a couple digital shots for now- more photos and stories to come!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/1600/Gow%20wedding%2006%20015.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/400/Gow%20wedding%2006%20015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/1600/Gow%20wedding%2006%20017.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/400/Gow%20wedding%2006%20017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/1600/Gow%20wedding%2006%20020.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/400/Gow%20wedding%2006%20020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/1600/P1070584.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/400/P1070584.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/1600/P1070429.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/400/P1070429.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22534780-115129974372962896?l=heymumma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/feeds/115129974372962896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22534780&amp;postID=115129974372962896' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/115129974372962896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/115129974372962896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/2006/06/becoming-mrs.html' title='Becoming a Mrs.'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00716008356913510935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22534780.post-115060789928622958</id><published>2006-06-17T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T22:18:19.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown</title><content type='html'>It's a week exactly until the big day- finally!  There are still Soooo many things to do, but I'm not too concerned just yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, my greatest fear right now is what resulted from my attempt at a 'tan in a can'.  I splurged on the Clarins bronzing gel (apperantly the best stuff out there), and I turned an awful shade of orange.  Now, that is starting to come off, and my ghostly white skin is appearing underneath, so I am hideous patches of white and orange.  ARG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the brighter side, tommorrow we're flying back into Kelowna, where we will be greeted by Matt's mom (also an RMT)- and I will be getting a VERY MUCH needed massage.  I was seriously dreaming about that last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday night was my stagette-and I can happily say that there were no male strippers (or female for that matter), or  mechanical bulls.  *whew*.  They didnt make me wear neon green biker spandex and a tutu, or anything of the sort.  Just a "Bride to Be" tiara.  I must say, the girls were suprisingly kind to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wicked night though...the ladies took me out to a Morroccan Resteraunt first, and we adventured around downtown a bit, stopping at a lounge along the way, and then ended up at the Mynt.   It was a perfect night to celebrate the "last night of freedom" (as if I know what "freedom" actually means anymore!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Unfortunately I cant get the pics downloaded right now- did I mention I HATE COMPUTERS  ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll get some pics up soon though....only the appropriate ones ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22534780-115060789928622958?l=heymumma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/feeds/115060789928622958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22534780&amp;postID=115060789928622958' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/115060789928622958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/115060789928622958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/2006/06/countdown.html' title='Countdown'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00716008356913510935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22534780.post-115022548148577045</id><published>2006-06-13T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T12:04:41.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Survival of the fastest eater.</title><content type='html'>Since being with Matthew, I have had to learn how to eat fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt literally inhales his food....seriously, he's the only person I know who 'vacuums' it up as he eats. As a result, he eats about twice as fast as I do, and once his plate is clear, I always see him scope out mine to see what I've got left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we were waiting in line at Timmy's and I told him I was getting a 'vanilla dip doughnut', to his response of "Only if I get a big bite of the side with all the sprinkles"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we sit down and eat- and I was going to make sure that I get my 'fat pills' all to myself. I hid the doughnut behind the napkin holder so maybe Matt would forget about it. Then I wolfed it down while he was busy looking at the newspaper.&lt;br /&gt;As we left, I had the satisfaction of knowing that I had succeeded, and was so stealth-y that Matt didnt even notice he didnt get any of my doughnut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last night Matt said "Hey, I took a HUGE bite of your doughnut earlier today when you weren't looking, I can't believe you didnt notice".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this is one thing that William doesnt inherit from his father- between the two of them against me, I think I'd end up being the skinny, picked on chicken at the bottom of the pecking order.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22534780-115022548148577045?l=heymumma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/feeds/115022548148577045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22534780&amp;postID=115022548148577045' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/115022548148577045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/115022548148577045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/2006/06/survival-of-fastest-eater.html' title='Survival of the fastest eater.'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00716008356913510935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22534780.post-114912700077249504</id><published>2006-05-31T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T18:56:40.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-blank-</title><content type='html'>Wow, my brain was not ready for this.  Or my hand muscles for that matter. &lt;br /&gt; Yesterday I had a midterm, and for someone who has not been incredibly acedemic for the past year, that's a big deal.  Not only did I feel like I was going blind from staring at white paper for 3 hours straight (plus the couple hours of cram time beforehand), but I had my pen on the paper the entire time.  Once I got past the multiple choice, the short answer, and onto the third essay, I'm not sure my sentences were even making sense.  My poor hand muscle looks 'buff' right now, although it's probably just swollen.  Sounds crazy, but to anyone who has been to University (or if you were one of those obsessive 'note takers' in highschool) you know what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall I think it went really well, and I certainly wasnt lacking in stuff to write down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;proof reading some of this right now, it makes no sense to me.  Am I using complete sentences?  Can you actually understand what they say?  What's my name and address again?  Maybe you should tattoo them to the back of my hand when you drop me off at the loony bin with the rest of the crazies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22534780-114912700077249504?l=heymumma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/feeds/114912700077249504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22534780&amp;postID=114912700077249504' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114912700077249504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114912700077249504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/2006/05/blank.html' title='-blank-'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00716008356913510935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22534780.post-114867482379379557</id><published>2006-05-26T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T13:20:23.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Makin' a list</title><content type='html'>I saw about 5 minutes of Ellen today, and they had a young woman on who made a list of 100 things she wanted to do before she turned 40.  Ellen helped her cross a few things off her list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100 is a lot- and I'm not too creative, but I think I want to start making a list for myself.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh where to begin.  Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22534780-114867482379379557?l=heymumma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/feeds/114867482379379557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22534780&amp;postID=114867482379379557' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114867482379379557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114867482379379557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/2006/05/makin-list.html' title='Makin&apos; a list'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00716008356913510935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22534780.post-114843797481318780</id><published>2006-05-23T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T20:01:14.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not so much....</title><content type='html'>How fun does this sound?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting a scanner gun to run loose around a store.... Selecting all the things that you want other people to buy for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But isnt really.  To anyone who has been through this, you know what I am talking about.  Matt refused to assist me, which was fine by me.  I know if I dragged him along, all I would get out of him would be "we dont need that", "lets just get black or grey", and "where are the toys".  So it was probably for the best this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually started the registry yesterday with the help of the associate at The Bay.  I told her as far as dinnerware, we just wanted something casual that we can use every day- because we dont do much of the 'dinner entertaining', and even when I do, I dont plan on inviting the Queen.  Sure enough she brings me to the "fine bone china", which I foolishly registered for, thinking that it's normal.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I made some adjustments today after asking my mom if bone china is really everyday dinnerwear, and if 50$ for a cereal bowl sounds a little steep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now at least I know the difference between Flatware and Stemware.  whew.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22534780-114843797481318780?l=heymumma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/feeds/114843797481318780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22534780&amp;postID=114843797481318780' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114843797481318780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114843797481318780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/2006/05/not-so-much.html' title='Not so much....'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00716008356913510935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22534780.post-114840762582981880</id><published>2006-05-23T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T11:07:05.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and marriage</title><content type='html'>First of all, a BIG CONGRATULATIONS to Stephanie and Brad Riemer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the wedding (and especially the bride) were beautiful! I hope you're having a great time in Hawaii, and hopefully a good chance to relax after all the chaos of wedding planning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With our upcoming wedding, I have been wondering how things would have been different, if we had done things conventionally. To those of you who dont know, our baby William was a suprise. We knew we wanted kids, we just werent expecting it to happen so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still having a semi-formal traditional wedding and yes, I will be wearing white. I guess there really is no "normal" way of doing things these days, but there are the ways you always imagine things when you're a kid...you know, the 'order' that your life will happen in. Often, our timeline is a lot different than the one God has in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage wont be a 'jump' for Matthew and I- as far as we're concerned, we're already married. We've already experienced the kind of pressure that having a child will put on your relationship, and I think we've done well with it so far. I know Matthew is a good father, and I hope he sees me as a good parent too. We also know that we are able to have children- It's something you never know your body is capable of until it happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the biggest adjustment for me will be going from "Ms. Denesiuk" to "Mrs. Gow". The difference of two syllables and 5 letters is really a big deal! The only wedding jitters I have is when I think about walking down the aisle and everyone staring- seriously, that terrifies me! Is that normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our honeymoon will consist of maybe a night or two at a local hotel, and William being cared for in a room nearby- not like I'd really be able to leave him for long at this point. maybe we can take a raincheck for a couple years until we can leave him with his grandparents for several days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's like they say- It's not the wedding events that are important in the longrun, but the realtionship itself. My Mom and Dad, and my Grandma and Grandpa have taught me so much about love, marriage, and parenting, by example. I really value all the things I have learned from them, and I hope Matthew and I can pass those things on to our son.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22534780-114840762582981880?l=heymumma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/feeds/114840762582981880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22534780&amp;postID=114840762582981880' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114840762582981880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114840762582981880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/2006/05/love-and-marriage_23.html' title='Love and marriage'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00716008356913510935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22534780.post-114737272882819662</id><published>2006-05-11T11:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T11:38:48.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby-1  Mom-0</title><content type='html'>I've been defeated by my own son. Every diaper change, it is a fight to keep that kid still. The moment I put him on the change table, he decides "Hey, it would be really fun to turn over right now!".&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking.....He's just a baby, how difficult can it be to hold him still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You havent met my baby. He arches his back, and neck, and pushes with his limbs- very determined to have his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, I'll wrestle with his diaper, sometimes even attempting to put it on while he's face down. This morning after what seemed like an hour of trying to get him to cooperate, all I could do was lean over him and laugh at how rediculous this was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think of how helpless he was just a few months ago- compared to now, when I've clearly met my match. Soon enough, this kid will get bigger and stronger, and learn how to walk, run, and say "NO". Time for me to get into better shape in order to keep up with him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22534780-114737272882819662?l=heymumma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/feeds/114737272882819662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22534780&amp;postID=114737272882819662' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114737272882819662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114737272882819662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/2006/05/baby-1-mom-0_11.html' title='Baby-1  Mom-0'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00716008356913510935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22534780.post-114685948936515495</id><published>2006-05-05T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T13:04:49.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF?</title><content type='html'>Ah yes, it's Friday again. The day when most of the world anticipates letting loose after a week of hard work. I can just imagine....today would be the perfect day to hit a patio on the way home, enjoying the fine weather and endulging in a couple margaritas (in the spirit of Cinco de Maya). This would ideally lead into a fun night out, and a weekend of being outdoors to appreciate the nice weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/1600/is.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="179" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/320/is.jpg" width="172" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But..... for a 'housewife', Monday is no different from a Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll settle for a diet coke while reading the newspaper on our balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said...."I can imagine".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22534780-114685948936515495?l=heymumma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/feeds/114685948936515495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22534780&amp;postID=114685948936515495' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114685948936515495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114685948936515495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/2006/05/tgif.html' title='TGIF?'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00716008356913510935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22534780.post-114671341076508140</id><published>2006-05-03T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T20:30:10.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>is lazyness an excuse?</title><content type='html'>Just wondering if I can get away with neglecting my blog again....and yes, my main excuse is laziness....and the fact that I get very little spare time, and the baby's been cranky, and the internet's been acting up, and I'm busy planning a wedding and taking a school course, and procrastination, and..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have, however, been working on something new.  For all you out there who are sick of me constantly posting pictures of my son on here.....and on the other end of the spectrum,  those who are sick of having to sort through my useless blabber in order to keep updated on William, I have the solution.  He now has his own blog at &lt;a href="http://www.williamsfanclub.blogspot.com"&gt;www.williamsfanclub.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; .    Although his blog and mine may overlap a bit, I will try to keep them seperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How, you ask,  will I manage to keep two blogs going at the same time when I've been awful at only having one on the go?  We'll see......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22534780-114671341076508140?l=heymumma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/feeds/114671341076508140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22534780&amp;postID=114671341076508140' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114671341076508140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114671341076508140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/2006/05/is-lazyness-excuse.html' title='is lazyness an excuse?'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00716008356913510935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22534780.post-114497023338953823</id><published>2006-04-13T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T16:17:13.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The cookie.</title><content type='html'>Today, Matthew had a quick break from work. He did the equivalent of getting me flowers, and brought home lunch for us from this German Deli, complete with a can of diet coke (yes, I know it probably isnt good for me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been thinking earlier in the day how I needed to have self control when it comes to chocolate, candy, brownies...or else I will face the very likely possibility that my wedding dress will be so snug that not only will I be unable to half-fill my lungs with air, but fat will be spilling out of the top (muffin top).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then...Matt brings out dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only is this A cookie, but it's THE cookie.&lt;br /&gt;Here it is, half eaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/1600/IMG_1508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/320/IMG_1508.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 MASSIVE shortbread cookies with chocolate whip cream sandwiched in between, and a layer of Chocolate on top. I knew I was done for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got down to 1/4 of the cookie and then realized what I was doing, and how much I'd regret finishing it. I took one more bite and was about to throw it out, when I knew that wouldnt be enough. I would still be thinking about that 1/4 of a cookie and how it was just sitting alone in the trash. I took desperate measures and crunched up the cookie, and covered it in Shampoo (who would want it after that?). Sounds a little insane...but you know what? The cookie is still in the garbage and I havent thought about it since.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22534780-114497023338953823?l=heymumma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/feeds/114497023338953823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22534780&amp;postID=114497023338953823' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114497023338953823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114497023338953823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/2006/04/cookie.html' title='The cookie.'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00716008356913510935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22534780.post-114480557108323193</id><published>2006-04-11T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T18:32:51.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yess, another video</title><content type='html'>Another video for the Grandmas and Grandpas who cant get enough of this little dude.  For everyone else, you're probably incredibly bored by now..lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is his other favourite sound right now...the blowing spit bubbles one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and Will and I will be coming back to Summerland for another visit on Saturday to work on more wedding stuff.  Matthew unfortunately has to work so he wont be joining us.  I hope to get the chance to see you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshotsplayer.swf" width="320" height="310" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="url=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/98226/20060411/180733.flv&amp;amp;post=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Video Hosting&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Upload Video&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Photo Sharing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22534780-114480557108323193?l=heymumma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/feeds/114480557108323193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22534780&amp;postID=114480557108323193' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114480557108323193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114480557108323193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/2006/04/yess-another-video.html' title='yess, another video'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00716008356913510935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22534780.post-114477205245459278</id><published>2006-04-11T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T09:14:12.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Velociraptor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/1600/velociraptor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/320/velociraptor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Matt, William and I went grocery shopping. Every couple minutes I'd separate from the pack to go get something, but I always found my way back. you know why? William's Velociraptor noise. It's a sound he just figured out he can make, and I think he has fun with it, although it sounds dreadful and gets a lot of concerned looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you wonder what a velociraptor sounds like, this is a pretty accurate imitation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshotsplayer.swf" width="320" height="310" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="url=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/98226/20060411/085243.flv&amp;amp;post=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Video Hosting&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Upload Video&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Photo Sharing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22534780-114477205245459278?l=heymumma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/feeds/114477205245459278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22534780&amp;postID=114477205245459278' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114477205245459278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114477205245459278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/2006/04/velociraptor.html' title='Velociraptor'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00716008356913510935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22534780.post-114452447008676014</id><published>2006-04-08T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T12:27:50.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moves</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Check out this video- some of you may have seen it already.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.michounet.com/fatman/"&gt;http://www.michounet.com/fatman/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I leave Matt and Will together  for an hour (with the use of a camera) and see what I come home to?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshotsplayer.swf" width="320" height="310" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="url=http://www.dropshots.com/photos/98226/20060408/121756.flv&amp;amp;post=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Video Hosting&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Upload Video&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.dropshots.com/"&gt;Photo Sharing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22534780-114452447008676014?l=heymumma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/feeds/114452447008676014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22534780&amp;postID=114452447008676014' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114452447008676014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114452447008676014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/2006/04/moves.html' title='moves'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00716008356913510935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22534780.post-114451929911081908</id><published>2006-04-08T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T11:01:39.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vid-eo</title><content type='html'>I'd like to figure out how to get video on here...anyone have any idea how to do this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22534780-114451929911081908?l=heymumma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/feeds/114451929911081908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22534780&amp;postID=114451929911081908' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114451929911081908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114451929911081908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/2006/04/vid-eo.html' title='Vid-eo'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00716008356913510935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22534780.post-114451905170131179</id><published>2006-04-08T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T10:57:31.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's goin on!?</title><content type='html'>I really can't believe what is happening to this city.  When I 'moved' here in 2002, it was delightful.  There was enough work for everyone and things managed to work themselves out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt and I have been dreaming about buying a place in the near future, but the price of housing has increased by 31% in a YEAR.  It's like there's no point in us even looking because what would have gotten us a decent home several years ago would only buy us a condemned shack in a shady neighborhood these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Businesses don't have enough employees to maintain even mediocre customer service.  I just called a store about putting a couple dresses on hold for my bridesmaids to try on and all I got was "I'm too busy to do a check-there's only two of us on the floor right now".   I do a lot more waiting in lines and wandering around trying to find sales associates than I thought I would ever have to do.  And I'm not just talking about the lineup at Starbucks.   Dont these businesses WANT to assist you in finding what you want/need so that you'll be more inclined to spend in their stores?  Dont they want to tend to you promptly and be informative so that you'll wish to repeat your business there?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Calgary is not the only place booming right now....is it really that bad anywhere else?    Matt and I have been discussing keeping an open mind....maybe the big city isnt for us after all.  Unless we find a derelict lot somewhere to start our own white trash trailer park......any takers??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22534780-114451905170131179?l=heymumma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/feeds/114451905170131179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22534780&amp;postID=114451905170131179' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114451905170131179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114451905170131179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/2006/04/whats-goin-on.html' title='What&apos;s goin on!?'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00716008356913510935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22534780.post-114428834314343479</id><published>2006-04-05T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T18:52:23.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Entertainer!</title><content type='html'>When William and I have one of our funny moments.. (I"ll do something to make him laugh, which makes me laugh too), lately he has been returning the favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he has a goofy grin on his face, he will stick out his tongue at me....and the longer I laugh at it, the longer he does it, and the more exxagerated it becomes. I SWEAR he knows what he's doing....it's the sweetest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/1600/IMG_1450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/400/IMG_1450.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately the camera is one 'toy' that he desperately wants, but isn't allowed to sink his gums into- so when the camera comes out, all expression disappears and he just stares blankly and grabs. That's why in most pictures, he is drop-jawed, wide-eyed. Somewhat resembling Dopey of The Seven Dwarves (I'm allowed to say that....I'm his mother). This photo is just the tail-end of Will's "performance", as he is realizing that the Shiny Camera is a little more interesting than boring 'ol Mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22534780-114428834314343479?l=heymumma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/feeds/114428834314343479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22534780&amp;postID=114428834314343479' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114428834314343479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114428834314343479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/2006/04/entertainer.html' title='The Entertainer!'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00716008356913510935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22534780.post-114404156844305332</id><published>2006-04-02T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T22:19:32.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My poor little man:(</title><content type='html'>William's fine, but I just feel like I keep re-living something that happened earlier today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to get out of the house, so I went to the mall with Will for a bit. Near the end of wandering around, I picked up a 2l of gingerale for Matthew and put it in the diaper bag which I had placed around the stoller handles. Anyhoo, I decided to take a quick rest, and I took William out of the stroller......because of the extra weight, it fell over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I was holding William, my first instinct was to catch the stroller to stop it from falling. I let go of my baby, but very quickly realized what I had done and caught him before he actually hit the ground. He let out just a quick scwak (probably from being startled) and then was just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though he wasnt injured, I keep re-living it. How stupid.....to let go of your baby to catch something else......I obviously wasnt thinking. It just breaks my heart to think of my little boy getting hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, William is as good as ever, and I've learned a good lesson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22534780-114404156844305332?l=heymumma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/feeds/114404156844305332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22534780&amp;postID=114404156844305332' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114404156844305332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114404156844305332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-poor-little-man.html' title='My poor little man:('/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00716008356913510935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22534780.post-114366168057418345</id><published>2006-03-29T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T11:48:00.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Bromley.</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/1600/brom.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/320/brom.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I was whiney, bloated, uncomfortable, tired, with an almost 10 lb baby in my tummy. Dont blame that for my extreme dislike for Bromley Square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You probably dont know this, but Bromley Square was where Matt and I resided before I gave birth. It was a 32 storey apartment building right smack dab in the middle of shady downtown Calgary (across from the Mustard Seed and with about 10 bar/clubs within a 3 block radius). We made arrangements to move somewhere a little more appropriate on Nov.1st (whether baby was 'out' by then or not)-                                                which sound&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/1600/brom2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/320/brom2.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s crazy, but Thanks to my Mom and Dad, I didnt have to lift a finger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I discovered a list that I wrote mid-October titled&lt;br /&gt;"Reasons I will be happy to move (Things that suck here)". Although I dont particularly love our new place, I realized it's not as bad as it could be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So although it may not make much sense, This is exactly how I wrote it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-Noisy Trains&lt;br /&gt;2-Noisy partiers&lt;br /&gt;3-Slow and Confused Elevators&lt;br /&gt;4-Tiny Bathroom (Which I dont fit into so well anymore)&lt;br /&gt;5-Dripping sink/faucet&lt;br /&gt;6-Limited Water Temperature Controll&lt;br /&gt;7-Sketchy people outside&lt;br /&gt;8-Sketchy people inside&lt;br /&gt;9-being asked for change&lt;br /&gt;10-Not enough room for storage&lt;br /&gt;11-Not enough room for furniture/belongings&lt;br /&gt;12-Deck so small that I cant fit on anymore&lt;br /&gt;13-Have to pay for parking&lt;br /&gt;14-Parking spot is in reject area&lt;br /&gt;15-Nothing (except "crack Mac's") is open late....and the video store, but that doesnt count&lt;br /&gt;16-Barf on the sidewalks&lt;br /&gt;17-Broken glass/beer bottles on sidewalks&lt;br /&gt;18- Cross dressers&lt;br /&gt;19-So much carpet in apartment&lt;br /&gt;20- Ugly apartment&lt;br /&gt;21- Ugly Lunchbox shaped building&lt;br /&gt;22- too much traffic&lt;br /&gt;23-too many people in 1 building&lt;br /&gt;24-dumb fake fireplace in lobby&lt;br /&gt;25- I dont know any of my neighbors (and dont think I would want to know them either)&lt;br /&gt;26-The irritating out of tune chiming bells that play all day downtown. It sounds like I"m at a funeral, and it's very eerie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason I stopped there was because I ran out of room on the paper. lol. You should all count your blessings that none of you had to put up with seeing me that late in my pregnancy, because as you can tell, I was definatly not a bucket of sunshine!! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22534780-114366168057418345?l=heymumma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/feeds/114366168057418345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22534780&amp;postID=114366168057418345' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114366168057418345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114366168057418345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/2006/03/stupid-bromley.html' title='Stupid Bromley.'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00716008356913510935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22534780.post-114333505205482394</id><published>2006-03-25T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T17:04:12.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>learning to sit</title><content type='html'>He still needs a little work with holding himself up, but here he is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/1600/IMG_1283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/320/IMG_1283.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/1600/IMG_1275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/320/IMG_1275.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/1600/IMG_1277.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/320/IMG_1277.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think his cheeks really weigh down his chin, because he seems to have a hard time keeping his mouth closed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22534780-114333505205482394?l=heymumma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/feeds/114333505205482394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22534780&amp;postID=114333505205482394' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114333505205482394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114333505205482394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/2006/03/learning-to-sit.html' title='learning to sit'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00716008356913510935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22534780.post-114332619066717879</id><published>2006-03-25T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T14:36:46.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe me now??</title><content type='html'>Every time that William does something for the first time, I am just overwhelmed with amazement, and often wonder "did he really do what I think he did??".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time William laughed, I was so excited and welled up with tears. Afterwards, because nobody else witnessed it, I wondered if it actually happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt came home from work and I told him " William just let out a big belly laugh for the first time today! It was so incredible, and I cried!! ................ At least I think it happened, maybe it all just took place in my head. Nevermind, forget I said anything".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough, a couple days later it happened again, and I KNEW I wasnt going batty just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, William loves his "tummy time" and lately he has been supporting himself on his knees and arms, and I finally caught it on camera. This is proof that i"m not going crazy, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/1600/IMG_1304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/320/IMG_1304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/1600/IMG_1300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/320/IMG_1300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22534780-114332619066717879?l=heymumma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/feeds/114332619066717879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22534780&amp;postID=114332619066717879' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114332619066717879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114332619066717879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/2006/03/believe-me-now.html' title='Believe me now??'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00716008356913510935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22534780.post-114322017137521668</id><published>2006-03-24T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T09:09:31.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Matthew's statue</title><content type='html'>While I'm on the topic of Matt's military career, here's his statue. You're thinking "nobody that's still alive ever has a statue made of them". You're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it's not 'his' statue, but that's what I call it. This is what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt was scouted out a couple years ago by some people designing a peacekeeper statue (along with a park to go with it). They figured that he had the body type they were looking for.&lt;br /&gt;I guess they didnt want it to be an exact replication of him, because they used someone else's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The statue was completed over a year ago and it consists of the soldier passing a doll to a girl. I FINALLY saw it when Matt's mom was in town last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/1600/IMG_1262.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/400/IMG_1262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                                  moi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/1600/IMG_1264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/400/IMG_1264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                    Josie (Matt's mommy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/1600/IMG_1267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/400/IMG_1267.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                           This is the park- very nice!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hard to believe when I saw it- I swear the arms are an exact replication of Matthew's.  They did a wonderful job in representing the attempts at peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22534780-114322017137521668?l=heymumma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/feeds/114322017137521668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22534780&amp;postID=114322017137521668' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114322017137521668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114322017137521668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/2006/03/matthews-statue.html' title='Matthew&apos;s statue'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00716008356913510935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22534780.post-114290183129437112</id><published>2006-03-20T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T16:48:06.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Canadians</title><content type='html'>Well, Matt's got the memory card in his Palm, so I cant get those new pics on here yet, but here's something you may find amusing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you know that Matt is in the Canadian Forces...anyhow, these guys love their Tim Horton's. While out recruiting one day with the tank, they were really craving their Timmy's, and this is what followed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/1600/PICT0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/320/PICT0003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that is a tank in the drive thru&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/1600/PICT0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/320/PICT0004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And this is one of them at the pickup window (seeing as a tank doesnt have a roll down driver side window, as most vehicles do)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These guys really are true, proud Canadians!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22534780-114290183129437112?l=heymumma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/feeds/114290183129437112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22534780&amp;postID=114290183129437112' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114290183129437112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114290183129437112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/2006/03/true-canadians_20.html' title='True Canadians'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00716008356913510935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22534780.post-114263864550729541</id><published>2006-03-17T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T15:37:25.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>exhausted.....</title><content type='html'>....I dont know what's wrong with me today, I am so tired I can barely move my hands to type this.  It's actually a fairly perpetual state....probably has something to do with the fact that I'm a new mother and all (I'm sure some of you can relate).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, Matt's mom was in town for a few days, stayed at our place.  It was nice to have her out here and looking after the little man here and there.  I even got out of the house to see a movie with a friend.  Anyhoo, now we're just settlling back into the swing of things and I can barely think of anything else to say- my brain is so useless right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to post some new pics tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22534780-114263864550729541?l=heymumma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/feeds/114263864550729541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22534780&amp;postID=114263864550729541' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114263864550729541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114263864550729541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/2006/03/exhausted.html' title='exhausted.....'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00716008356913510935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22534780.post-114220087969665238</id><published>2006-03-12T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T14:01:19.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>epiphany</title><content type='html'>William wakes up a couple times every night to eat.   I take him out of his crib and lay him on the futon to feed him, laying right beside him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, during his feeding around 1-ish, I could see in the dim light of the room that he was looking right at me with his big bright eyes.  Right then, It almost felt like it was my last moment, because everything was so perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things in my life that need work.....but everything that really mattered, I had.   Matt was sleeping peacefully in our bed, and I had my perfect, healthy baby right beside me.  I have dreamed my whole life about being with a man I love, and for us to have the ability to have a baby.  Both of those things I have feared would never happen.  Although my job as a wife and as a mother is just beginning, I feel so complete.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often get caught up in everything that needs to be done, and what we DONT have.....  But in that moment, I truly felt like I had everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22534780-114220087969665238?l=heymumma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/feeds/114220087969665238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22534780&amp;postID=114220087969665238' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114220087969665238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114220087969665238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/2006/03/epiphany.html' title='epiphany'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00716008356913510935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22534780.post-114213661475441289</id><published>2006-03-11T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T20:10:14.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And then there's my hick "Billy"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/1600/IMG_1038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/400/IMG_1038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'nuf said....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22534780-114213661475441289?l=heymumma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/feeds/114213661475441289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22534780&amp;postID=114213661475441289' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114213661475441289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114213661475441289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/2006/03/and-then-theres-my-hick-billy.html' title='And then there&apos;s my hick &quot;Billy&quot;'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00716008356913510935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22534780.post-114213642348332609</id><published>2006-03-11T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T20:07:03.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Famous babies!!</title><content type='html'>I'm part of a message board on Ivillage. It started out when I was pregnant and didnt have anyone to compare experiences with....a group of mommies all expecting in October....and now it's a 'playgroup'.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooo, This woman on the board had twin girls (Hope and Faith) who are itty bitty baby actors! I froze when I saw these pics (I am a Desperate Housewives Junkie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/1600/all-with-hope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/320/all-with-hope.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/1600/ricardo-hope-laughing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/320/ricardo-hope-laughing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What lucky babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22534780-114213642348332609?l=heymumma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/feeds/114213642348332609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22534780&amp;postID=114213642348332609' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114213642348332609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114213642348332609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/2006/03/famous-babies.html' title='Famous babies!!'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00716008356913510935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22534780.post-114197501065995365</id><published>2006-03-09T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T23:16:50.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whew!!</title><content type='html'>All day I have been racking my brain trying to remember my username for this thing.    Because I have no idea what it was (with random numbers) I had it saved on our computer so it would automatically log me in.   Matt did some web-clean thing yesterday that wiped it all out........ I was panicking all day (okay, so it wasnt THAT bad) about what I would do......start a new blog from scratch??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo...crisis averted...I found out they will send you your info to your email if you forget it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can rest easy.   Nighty night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22534780-114197501065995365?l=heymumma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/feeds/114197501065995365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22534780&amp;postID=114197501065995365' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114197501065995365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114197501065995365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/2006/03/whew.html' title='Whew!!'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00716008356913510935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22534780.post-114176386732663836</id><published>2006-03-07T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T12:37:47.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Husky kid!!</title><content type='html'>William and I just got back from his doc's appointment....and, just as I estimated, this kid weighs 22 lbs. ....and he's not even four and a half months yet!!  He's off the charts as far as weight and height (his weight compared to height is in the 75th %).  Although he's really strong, he's also a chubb-a-bubb...     I wish he still fit into his marine swing and bouncy chair- those things were lifesavers while they lasted.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of my little boy, he's growing so well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next visit to the doc's will be for his vaccinations.......uhg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22534780-114176386732663836?l=heymumma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/feeds/114176386732663836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22534780&amp;postID=114176386732663836' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114176386732663836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114176386732663836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/2006/03/husky-kid.html' title='Husky kid!!'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00716008356913510935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22534780.post-114176332816962058</id><published>2006-03-07T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T12:28:48.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Blogger</title><content type='html'>I know, I know....I should be banished from this blogging world for neglecting my space for nearly two weeks.  I tried to get onto my account while in Summerland, but forgot my username (it's saved on my comp.).  But  now I'm back into the updates, useless chit chat and all that. &lt;br /&gt; I hope there's no penatly for being a "Bad Blogger"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22534780-114176332816962058?l=heymumma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/feeds/114176332816962058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22534780&amp;postID=114176332816962058' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114176332816962058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114176332816962058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/2006/03/bad-blogger.html' title='Bad Blogger'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00716008356913510935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22534780.post-114082436180776056</id><published>2006-02-24T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T15:39:21.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!!</title><content type='html'>Well, Last night Matt and I finally got our first date since William was born. We left the little man with his girlfriend Tayah, and her mom Michelle (Crumback), and went out for sushi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually a lot of work! We ended up going for the "all you can eat" thing, and Matt ordered a TON of stuff. Of course they charge you for whatever you can't eat, so we ate all we possibly could, and then tried moving the remaining food onto different plates (contemplated hiding it in the tea pot, or under the table - anyone seen that Mr. Bean episode??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/1600/IMG_1159.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/320/IMG_1159.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                            This is JUST the second round&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/1600/IMG_1161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/320/IMG_1161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                Yummeh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22534780-114082436180776056?l=heymumma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/feeds/114082436180776056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22534780&amp;postID=114082436180776056' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114082436180776056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114082436180776056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/2006/02/finally.html' title='Finally!!'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00716008356913510935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22534780.post-114073370150368647</id><published>2006-02-23T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T14:28:21.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr.Jekyl/Mr. Hyde</title><content type='html'>That's my baby summed up pretty well.  Lately he's either the sweetiest, smiliest, chattiest, cuddliest boy ever, or the extreme opposite.  He gets sooo cranky when he's tired, but he wont sleep!  It's like at nighttime- he wont fall asleep without a fight.  And the less he's slept during the day, the more he'll protest having to sleep at night.  Why does it work that way&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try so hard to get him to nap...I'll even resort to giving him the boob  to put him to sleep.....  It's so frustrating!  Like now for example.  he's laying on the bed, happily talking away, and then he'll start whining...and it will probably progress to full out crying.    ARG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22534780-114073370150368647?l=heymumma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/feeds/114073370150368647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22534780&amp;postID=114073370150368647' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114073370150368647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114073370150368647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/2006/02/drjekylmr-hyde.html' title='Dr.Jekyl/Mr. Hyde'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00716008356913510935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22534780.post-114073087729870384</id><published>2006-02-23T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T13:41:17.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy test!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thepregnancytester.com/"&gt;http://www.thepregnancytester.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is REALLY accurate;)&lt;br /&gt;Apperantly I am pregnant with an 8lb 6 oz baby girl  (Please, no more just yet!!)  fathered by Michael Jackson.   Bleh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22534780-114073087729870384?l=heymumma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/feeds/114073087729870384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22534780&amp;postID=114073087729870384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114073087729870384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114073087729870384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/2006/02/pregnancy-test.html' title='Pregnancy test!!'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00716008356913510935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22534780.post-114063634484505367</id><published>2006-02-22T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T11:25:44.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Har har!!</title><content type='html'>In light of all this baby-talk, here's a little humor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pregnancy Q &amp; A !&lt;br /&gt;Q: Should I have a baby after 35?&lt;br /&gt;A: No, 35 children is enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: I'm two months pregnant now. When will my baby move?&lt;br /&gt;A: With any luck, right after he finishes college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is the most reliable method to determine a baby's sex?&lt;br /&gt;A: Childbirth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: My wife is five months pregnant and so moody that sometimes she's borderline irrational.&lt;br /&gt;A: So what's your question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: My childbirth instructor says it's not pain I'll feel during labor, but pressure. Is she right?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes, in the same way that a tornado might be called an air current.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: When is the best time to get an epidural?&lt;br /&gt;A: Right after you find out you're pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is there any reason I have to be in the delivery room while my wife is in labor?&lt;br /&gt;A: Not unless the word "alimony" means anything to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is there anything I should avoid while recovering from childbirth?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes, pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do I have to have a baby shower?&lt;br /&gt;A: Not if you change the baby's diaper very quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Our baby was born last week. When will my wife begin to feel and act normal again?&lt;br /&gt;A: When the kids are in college.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22534780-114063634484505367?l=heymumma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/feeds/114063634484505367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22534780&amp;postID=114063634484505367' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114063634484505367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114063634484505367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/2006/02/har-har.html' title='Har har!!'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00716008356913510935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22534780.post-114063602545050514</id><published>2006-02-22T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T11:20:25.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why not a year ago?</title><content type='html'>Now, that I am no longer pregnant, it seems as though there are a gazillion maternity stores popping up.  The Gap and Old Navy (The two stores where I WISHED I could spend all my money at when I was preggers)  have now opened up Maternity sections in the mall 5 minutes  from my house!  I guess they clued into the baby boom! &lt;br /&gt;I'll be back to Summerland on Saturday, anyone have a shopping list for me? lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22534780-114063602545050514?l=heymumma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/feeds/114063602545050514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22534780&amp;postID=114063602545050514' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114063602545050514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114063602545050514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/2006/02/why-not-year-ago.html' title='Why not a year ago?'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00716008356913510935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22534780.post-114056910548454102</id><published>2006-02-21T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T08:51:43.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Confession</title><content type='html'>We are like your average north american family when it comes to our weekly trip to the consumer giant, that is Wal-Mart. Every time we leave that place, we swear we'll never go back again, but sure enough....next week rolls around, and we need some odds and ends around the house.   Recently, I have discovered their lax return policy, which makes it even more captivating.  Got a receipt?  Great.  Dont have a receipt, the original package, or even know if it was purchased at Wal mart to begin with?  You get a gift card for the current selling price of the item.   Is it cheap of us to return a swing that he's grown out of, and in its place get an exersaucer and a play-mat?  Probably, but that's why we shop at Wally world to begin with- because we're cheap!  Guess what I did with those pink blankets and clothes that I recieved as gifts , once William was born and I realized we wouldnt need them? That's right, I brought them back to Wal mart to see if I could return them.&lt;br /&gt;Despite the overflowing lines and parking lots, poor customer service, horrible lighting,  and our knowledge that we're supporting the giant which knocks out the underdogs, they somehow manage to keep us coming back.  How clever.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22534780-114056910548454102?l=heymumma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/feeds/114056910548454102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22534780&amp;postID=114056910548454102' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114056910548454102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114056910548454102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/2006/02/confession.html' title='A Confession'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00716008356913510935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22534780.post-114022721128245300</id><published>2006-02-17T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T17:46:51.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This was my Belly!!</title><content type='html'>For those of you who didnt see me in the last stages of my pregnancy (in this pic I still have almost 3 weeks to go) I got HUGE!!! I guess carrying a 9 lb 11oz baby will do that to a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/1600/IMG_0397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/400/IMG_0397.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My self esteem was so fragile at certain times because I was so big.  And it was those comments from strangers like "Wow, are you carrying twins??"  or "Are you sure your due date is in 2 &lt;strong&gt;months&lt;/strong&gt; and not 2 &lt;strong&gt;weeks&lt;/strong&gt;?"  .  Then again, I had other friends who got offended when people commented on how small they were.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I look back now on it and laugh- I can barely imagine that it's my William in there.    I knew nothing about him then, and was so anxious to meet him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And most unbelievable of all : I have no idea how I got him out of me and dont cringe when I think about it!  I would do it all again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To you who are carrying your babies right now, I am just so thrilled and excited for you.  When I see pictures of your pregnant bellies, I almost tear up, remembering what it is like and what a miracle it is.   It's so exciting, waiting for that "bun in the oven".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22534780-114022721128245300?l=heymumma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/feeds/114022721128245300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22534780&amp;postID=114022721128245300' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114022721128245300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114022721128245300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-was-my-belly.html' title='This was my Belly!!'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00716008356913510935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22534780.post-114022528239070847</id><published>2006-02-17T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T17:14:42.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Mom + Blonde = The intelligence of a rock</title><content type='html'>Oh yes, this morning that was me....&lt;br /&gt;After our workout at the gym, Michelle and I picked up our babies from the daycare, and waited for Matt to pick us up (with this weather, I'm NOT walking outside).  He shows up, and we go outside to get William and Tayah settled in their carseats and for some reason (and without remembering it), I put my wallet on the roof of the car.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sure enough, half an hour later, we're going through the drive through at Tim Ho's, and I realized it was gone.  I looked EVERYWHERE and couldnt find it....sure enough I called the gym and they found it outside in the parking lot (Thank you God!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously- I've left drink cups, and the occasional CD on the roof and forgotten about it...but a WALLET??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well, at least I"ve got two good excuses for being such a dummy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22534780-114022528239070847?l=heymumma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/feeds/114022528239070847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22534780&amp;postID=114022528239070847' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114022528239070847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114022528239070847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-mom-blonde-intelligence-of-rock.html' title='New Mom + Blonde = The intelligence of a rock'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00716008356913510935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22534780.post-114012221476917930</id><published>2006-02-16T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T12:36:54.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/1600/IMG_0892.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/320/IMG_0892.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                   Dad&amp; Son goofing around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/1600/IMG_1017.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/320/IMG_1017.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                              Drooling on Mommy and Daddy's new bed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/1600/IMG_1009.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7470/2292/320/IMG_1009.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;strong&gt;And Again....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22534780-114012221476917930?l=heymumma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/feeds/114012221476917930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22534780&amp;postID=114012221476917930' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114012221476917930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114012221476917930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-boys.html' title='My boys'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00716008356913510935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22534780.post-114010750801392216</id><published>2006-02-16T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T08:31:48.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This morning</title><content type='html'>Oh, my dear blogspace...I was laying in bed last night dreaming about when I would see you again.  Matt was late coming home from work last night, and I cant sleep til he comes home, so I had to fill my mind with something entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's happened today so far??  Matt brought Mr. Smiley Face (William in the morning) to wake me up...then Matt went off to work bragging about how he was going to get some Tim Hoe's Coffee...I could so go for one right now!!!     I then proceeded to eat half of what was left of the ice cream bucket....Yes, that was for breakfast.  It's not like I havent had Ice Cream (or a gazillion other 'bad treats') for breakfast before, but each time I do, I'm a little more disappointed with myself that I have no self controll.  If there's anything that could be labelled as a 'treat' in the house, consider it gone.  I have determined that the only way for me to not feel like a piggie all the time is that I can only window shop when it comes to junk food (most of the time).  However, Matt will stop at the store on his way home from work-low and behold, there are all those goodies that I'm fighting so hard to stay away from...but of course I give them a warmer welcome than that ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and i'm definatly not leaving the house today.  High of -25 (yes, you read that right) and a Low of -28.....why did I move to Calgary again??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22534780-114010750801392216?l=heymumma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/feeds/114010750801392216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22534780&amp;postID=114010750801392216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114010750801392216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114010750801392216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-morning.html' title='This morning'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00716008356913510935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22534780.post-114006633694830271</id><published>2006-02-15T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T21:05:36.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want in!!</title><content type='html'>As if I need a new internet addiction!!  This just seems too good.     Amanda sent me the addy to her blog the other day, and I have been linking off to EVERYONE's blogs since....and simply lurking at your lives on here gives me the heebie jeebies- I dont like feeling like a stalker, so I choose to get involved.....that is if I'm welcome to *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know everything from the cute things your kids tell you to, girly get togethers, to "laxative slushies". ..lol..  I want to get posting to give you all some dirt on my new family and to show off my jolly, chunky little son!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, William's gone to bed, it's finally my chance to sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22534780-114006633694830271?l=heymumma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/feeds/114006633694830271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22534780&amp;postID=114006633694830271' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114006633694830271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22534780/posts/default/114006633694830271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://heymumma.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-want-in.html' title='I want in!!'/><author><name>Jules</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00716008356913510935</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
