<?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-396242138769466444</id><updated>2011-12-28T14:39:12.101-06:00</updated><category term='catching up'/><category term='milestones'/><title type='text'>Lex's Tall Tales</title><subtitle type='html'>The goings on of a little guy as told by his Mommy</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Catie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215260982536422697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUxUYQlR8mE/Tfka2xE2IwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/WtOsVaXKRtc/s220/November2010%2B021.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396242138769466444.post-5808097366280944350</id><published>2011-06-15T15:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T15:42:54.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'>L-E-X!!!</title><content type='html'>Lex has a new favorite habit, spelling his name and finding the letters.  I love the way he says X because it's an obviously fun sound for him.  He has become this amazing little boy, dancing, singing, climbing,  getting into things, showering people with kisses, roller skating, bike  riding and talking up a storm all with a smile on his face. I'm one  lucky mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to list the words and signs he says now so I can have a  record, if you aren't interested go ahead and skip the rest of this post  :)&lt;br /&gt;Go, up, yes, no, Nemo, Dorie, Kuzco, Wall-E, Eva, ready, set, one, two,  three, four, six, eight, twenty three, zero, water, cup, kiss, where,  are, you, kitty, dog, pop, McQueen, stop, get, down, sit, sip, milk,  juice, cookie, okay, what, icky, pretty, eat, all, done, book, open,  why, car, run, jump, play, candy, apple, icky, happy, Mom, Dad, Mara  (Tamara, his speech therapist), bus, baby, finger, bite, L, E, X, P, B,  S, funny, movie, off, yay, swim, yum, banana, chair, Pam, auntie, uncle,  night, mine, blanket, nom, out, swing, hello, bye, see, love, wow, red,  green and yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!!! 93 words I can't believe he's almost hit the 100 words mark! I'm sure I've forgotten a couple but I'm so proud!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396242138769466444-5808097366280944350?l=lextalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/5808097366280944350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396242138769466444&amp;postID=5808097366280944350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/5808097366280944350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/5808097366280944350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/2011/06/l-e-x.html' title='L-E-X!!!'/><author><name>Catie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215260982536422697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUxUYQlR8mE/Tfka2xE2IwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/WtOsVaXKRtc/s220/November2010%2B021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396242138769466444.post-3993314793508274367</id><published>2010-09-18T07:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T07:40:24.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay me! I'm almost 3!</title><content type='html'>It has been very busy at my house lately. I had evaluations to see where I am for my pre-k class that I'll be starting in 2 weeks. I'm really excited! They have a lot of cool toys there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I moved to the 2 year old room at daycare, it's been rough but we are all trying to work together to make it easier. Mommy seems disappointed about how her meeting went with them yesterday but she was a huge hit with my friends. I couldn't sit and read books with her because all my friends wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend we did our first walk for autism. Mommy made up a whole bunch of cool tie dye shirts that my family wore and we got to walk around a big circle to raise money for autism programs in the area. I loved the bounce house they had, I didn't want to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next big event is my birthday party. Mommy bought a whole bunch of decorations already and is making me a Cars cake! I love that movie so much and I ask for a new car when we go to walmart. I have lots of Lightning McQueens since they are my favorite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396242138769466444-3993314793508274367?l=lextalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/3993314793508274367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396242138769466444&amp;postID=3993314793508274367' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/3993314793508274367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/3993314793508274367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/2010/09/yay-me-im-almost-3.html' title='Yay me! I&apos;m almost 3!'/><author><name>Catie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215260982536422697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUxUYQlR8mE/Tfka2xE2IwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/WtOsVaXKRtc/s220/November2010%2B021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396242138769466444.post-5121912973862934017</id><published>2010-04-17T08:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T09:02:26.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's review</title><content type='html'>Mommy has really been neglecting my blog lately so I've finally guilted her into updating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February: On the first I had my sedated hearing test. Mommy said I was a tough cookie because it took 2 doses of the med to make me sleepy to actually get me to sleep. Mommy says I did well on the test though, I only had a tiny bit of hearing loss that they said was because of my tubes. I guess that means Mommy and Daddy know I'm just ignoring them when I don't respond. There were two bad parts to that day. The first was vomiting. I threw up a lot after Mommy forced me awake, but eventually I kept down some juice so they let me go home with Mommy and Daddy. The second was being forced to sit in a playpen all evening after the test. I was "drunk" according to Daddy and really  wobbly on my feet so to keep me protected they made me sit in the play pen until bedtime. The first is also when Mommy and Daddy had a meeting with David (my speech pathologist) to go over the results of the autism screen that he did. He told them I have a mild to moderate autism diagnosis once Dr. Anne signs off on it. I think Mommy felt relieved to be given the diagnosis because she suspected it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March: My uncle Karl came home! He's my hero! Uncle Karl has been in Afghanistan for a while and he came home to surprise Nana and Papa at the end of the month. Mommy was pretty amazed that once I realized my uncle wears a hat all the time that I became interested in wearing my Spide.r-man hat more often. I wear it to daycare every day and any time we go outside to keep the sun off my face.  I also started having some problems in daycare, there are just too many kids in my classroom and they make me feel out of control. I know hitting, biting and pulling hair isn't good but I can't help myself. Mommy and Daddy explained autism to my teachers at daycare so they seem to understand  my behaviors a little more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April: I've continued to have problems in my classroom. Daddy met with my teachers and Miss Amy at daycare to discuss what can be done to help me. I think I'm going to be moving back to the class with Miss Dani and Miss Lisa. I really hope this is the case because I love Miss Dani and Miss Lisa. Mommy and Daddy think this would be a good move for me too. While the 2 year old room is where I'm supposed to be for my age the 18-23 month old classroom is a better fit because there are less kids and I have more in common with them. I hope they figure out where I'm going soon. I got a trampoline from one of Mommy's friends at work and I LOVE it! It gives me a place to let out some energy and get all kinds of good sensory input.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I think that's everything for now. I should let Mommy update her blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396242138769466444-5121912973862934017?l=lextalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/5121912973862934017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396242138769466444&amp;postID=5121912973862934017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/5121912973862934017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/5121912973862934017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/2010/04/lets-review.html' title='Let&apos;s review'/><author><name>Catie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215260982536422697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUxUYQlR8mE/Tfka2xE2IwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/WtOsVaXKRtc/s220/November2010%2B021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396242138769466444.post-6901655202192508867</id><published>2010-01-04T21:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T21:35:06.791-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's play</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone! I know it's been a long time but it's been busy around here. I've been working hard on speech and OT and now I have lots of words (including "out there" and "baby").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was super lucky at Christmas got lots of cool toys and a new tent that looks like a monster. I have new puzzles and tools, a monkey thing and a sit and spin. All in all it's been keeping me busy. I have a follow up hearing test tomorrow and you'll have to check Mom's blog tomorrow to see how I did, you can head over there then to hear about the rest of her neurotic nature too. I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396242138769466444-6901655202192508867?l=lextalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/6901655202192508867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396242138769466444&amp;postID=6901655202192508867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/6901655202192508867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/6901655202192508867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/2010/01/lets-play.html' title='Let&apos;s play'/><author><name>Catie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215260982536422697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUxUYQlR8mE/Tfka2xE2IwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/WtOsVaXKRtc/s220/November2010%2B021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396242138769466444.post-5923807534133955003</id><published>2009-11-27T21:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T22:07:31.259-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while</title><content type='html'>I've been a very busy guy these last couple months so I thought I should fill you in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm enjoying speech therapy with David. I don't always want to participate but on days I do I really have fun and he says I'm making strides. I also go to UMD with Mom and Dad on Thursdays to play with students who are learning to be speech language pathologists. The first couple weeks were rough with me getting to know the girls that were working with me. The last week we were there I had a blast! We played with drums and rattles and an exercise ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned 2 in October. I had a party with my family and friends and got lots of cool stuff. Mommy made me a cake and let me eat tons of sugar, nothing better than that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy says I'm starting to do much better with my words again. In addition to signing "more" and "please", I try to sign "all done". I also say: Mom, Dada, gah (go), down, up, kah (cat), no no no, yah (hiyah!), meow, "I do it", I "and" "I got it", "I love you" and I try to say "more". Mommy and Daddy are so proud of me and I'm glad I can get my point across a little better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396242138769466444-5923807534133955003?l=lextalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/5923807534133955003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396242138769466444&amp;postID=5923807534133955003' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/5923807534133955003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/5923807534133955003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>Catie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215260982536422697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUxUYQlR8mE/Tfka2xE2IwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/WtOsVaXKRtc/s220/November2010%2B021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396242138769466444.post-2792315072403283282</id><published>2009-09-28T19:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T19:12:52.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a while</title><content type='html'>I have been so busy lately that Mommy hasn't had time to update so here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm growing like a weed. Mommy and Daddy weighed me a couple weeks ago and I was over 26lbs and when they checked to see how tall I am I measured 34 inches, exactly half as tall as Daddy, meaning I'm going to be taller than Mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daycare has changed locations so now instead of being down by Nana's house I'm at the same school as Daddy. On my first day I pulled the fire alarm and sent all of Daddy's professors as well as the kids in my daycare outside, I just wanted to play outside for longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my therapy with Jack and Sheila and we started speech therapy at home with David. David says I'm a lot of fun to work with and I like it when he comes over since he has a huge bag of toys for me to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is in two weeks and then I'll be 2. Mommy says she can't believe it but I can, I'm getting to be so grown up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396242138769466444-2792315072403283282?l=lextalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/2792315072403283282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396242138769466444&amp;postID=2792315072403283282' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/2792315072403283282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/2792315072403283282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/2009/09/been-while.html' title='Been a while'/><author><name>Catie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215260982536422697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUxUYQlR8mE/Tfka2xE2IwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/WtOsVaXKRtc/s220/November2010%2B021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396242138769466444.post-8352159315935146359</id><published>2009-06-27T19:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T19:28:03.092-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All boy all the time</title><content type='html'>I heard Mommy the other day saying I'm all boy. I don't understand what she means, I mean she's seen under my diaper doesn't that indicate that I am a boy? The teachers at daycare say the same thing. The only thing I can figure is they are talking about my behavior. I like dirt, rough housing and generally getting into trouble. At daycare I push the other kids out of my way so I can get to what I want first. I did the same thing a couple of weeks ago at a birthday party. I wanted to get into one of the cars at the party and there was a kid in my way so I just pushed him over and climbed in. Mommy says this makes me a bully but I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite thing to do these days is see how flustered I can get Daddy. We were supposed to take the bus to speech earlier this week but I decided to pitch a major fit and see how Daddy handled it. All I'll say is that we didn't make it to the bus so we didn't make it to speech. And then later in the week I decided I didn't want to take my afternoon nap so I screamed and cried until Daddy stood by my crib until I fell asleep. I have him trained. I tried to do the same thing with Mommy today and she just said "good night" and left me to cry, she's mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speech therapy isn't much fun. I don't like going anymore and I heard Mommy and Daddy saying I'll be going to occupational therapy soon and all I can think is that this isn't going to be fun either. I'm still not talking, I only use the sign for more when I feel like it and Mommy is worried and frustrated but you know what, I'll do it when I really want to, but not a second before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396242138769466444-8352159315935146359?l=lextalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/8352159315935146359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396242138769466444&amp;postID=8352159315935146359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/8352159315935146359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/8352159315935146359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/2009/06/all-boy-all-time.html' title='All boy all the time'/><author><name>Catie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215260982536422697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUxUYQlR8mE/Tfka2xE2IwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/WtOsVaXKRtc/s220/November2010%2B021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396242138769466444.post-2874387690057307038</id><published>2009-06-10T10:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T10:50:06.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick update</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to pop on and tell everyone hi. Things are going well here. I go visit Jack my speech therapist twice a week and we play for a half hour each time. I don't know why I go but it's kinda fun so i don't mind. Jack asked Mommy if I was going to get to play with Sheila soon but we have to wait a little while for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy is working a lot lately and I don't really like it but it means I get to play with the other kids at daycare and Daddy more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no longer the baby on Daddy's side of the family my new cousin Heiden was born last week. Mommy said I was never as small as Heiden but I think she's lying (for the record Heiden was 8lbs 5oz and 20inches and I was 9lbs 4.1oz and 19.5inches... whatever that means).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396242138769466444-2874387690057307038?l=lextalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/2874387690057307038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396242138769466444&amp;postID=2874387690057307038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/2874387690057307038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/2874387690057307038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/2009/06/quick-update.html' title='Quick update'/><author><name>Catie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215260982536422697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUxUYQlR8mE/Tfka2xE2IwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/WtOsVaXKRtc/s220/November2010%2B021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396242138769466444.post-2776361018971282354</id><published>2009-05-04T07:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T07:55:26.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay for warm weather!</title><content type='html'>It's finally getting warmer here so Mommy says we can go out and play more. A couple of weeks ago it was really warm and I showed Mommy that I know how to get to the park, it's only a couple blocks from our house so I started walking that way and Mommy carried me over the streets but I got there. We've been going a little more often since it's nicer, I really enjoy it, except Mommy won't let me put rocks in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma and Grandpa Moline came up this last weekend and took me overnight so Mommy and Daddy could go out for Daddy's birthday (he's getting old, 28 years). We went to a hotel where I got to swim and play and wear them out. I had lots of fun. I get to see them again next weekend. Mommy and I are going down to visit for my cousin Jenna's baby shower and since it's the last weekend before Daddy has finals we are going to stay all weekend. I'm kind of excited for Jenna to have her baby because then I won't be the littlest at Thanksgiving or Christmas this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy says this summer she's going to take me to see the new Ice Age movie, this excites me because I love the two we have and as long as it has Scrat I'll be really entertained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must be going, time to put knots in Mommy's hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396242138769466444-2776361018971282354?l=lextalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/2776361018971282354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396242138769466444&amp;postID=2776361018971282354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/2776361018971282354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/2776361018971282354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/2009/05/yay-for-warm-weather.html' title='Yay for warm weather!'/><author><name>Catie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215260982536422697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUxUYQlR8mE/Tfka2xE2IwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/WtOsVaXKRtc/s220/November2010%2B021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396242138769466444.post-2833393089624874705</id><published>2009-03-30T19:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:03:20.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meanest Parents Alive</title><content type='html'>My parents are so mean. They have started this thing called "time out" and I'm not a big fan. They only do it when I'm doing the really fun stuff, climbing on tables, pulling mom's hair, biting and picking on the cats. They put me in the playpen and walk away for one minute. It's not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something that is fun is Mommy taking me for walks and over to the park. Today she made me leave even though I didn't want to, Mommy said it was too cold to say out longer but I didn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma is coming up to take care of me for a few days while Mommy heals from her nose surgery, she told me I have to behave myself but when don't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's supposed to snow tomorrow, which makes me excited I liked playing in the snow this winter maybe I'll get to play in it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's bedtime so I'll talk to you all soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396242138769466444-2833393089624874705?l=lextalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/2833393089624874705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396242138769466444&amp;postID=2833393089624874705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/2833393089624874705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/2833393089624874705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/2009/03/meanest-parents-alive.html' title='Meanest Parents Alive'/><author><name>Catie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215260982536422697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUxUYQlR8mE/Tfka2xE2IwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/WtOsVaXKRtc/s220/November2010%2B021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396242138769466444.post-6427186391603445184</id><published>2009-03-09T16:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T16:31:54.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Owie owie owie</title><content type='html'>Last week Mommy took me to urgent care because I had been running a fever for 4 days. At that point I was diagnosed with tonsillitis and bronchitis but the dr didn't give me any medicine. He just told Mommy to keep doing what she was doing. I started to feel a little better when my fever broke but this weekend I started to get a really icky runny nose and even had green snot coming out of my tear ducts. Last night I was having a hard time sleeping so Mommy decided she wanted to take me to see her doc today since she was going in. I still have some wheezing in my lungs and I have a double ear infection. I know Mommy feels awful about not bringing me in sooner but I wasn't hurting really bad until last night. I have antibiotics to take for the next 10 days, it means Mommy is going to drive down during her lunch breaks to give me my antibiotics on days she has to work all day. It'll be nice to see her and I know she'll be happy to see me because she hates being away from my adorable face during the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396242138769466444-6427186391603445184?l=lextalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/6427186391603445184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396242138769466444&amp;postID=6427186391603445184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/6427186391603445184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/6427186391603445184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/2009/03/owie-owie-owie.html' title='Owie owie owie'/><author><name>Catie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215260982536422697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUxUYQlR8mE/Tfka2xE2IwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/WtOsVaXKRtc/s220/November2010%2B021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396242138769466444.post-1314981642439794539</id><published>2009-02-23T19:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T19:37:45.181-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a big boy</title><content type='html'>Every day Lex seems to be getting bigger and bigger. He's still not talking much which worries me but he's showing signs that he's learning. He runs, tiptoes, climbs, tackles the kitten to snuggle and pet him. Lex loves to give kisses and hugs and he's learned how to push himself along on his bikes. We are practicing coloring (and not eating the crayons) and cleaning up toys when we are done with them. I know these are all great things but I would give anything for him to say something other than dada, mama and nana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I put him in a 2 year old size sweatshirt and he fit it, which just surprises me because I don't see how much he's grown until he outgrows clothes. Before I know it he'll be standing well above me, just like my little brothers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396242138769466444-1314981642439794539?l=lextalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/1314981642439794539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396242138769466444&amp;postID=1314981642439794539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/1314981642439794539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/1314981642439794539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/2009/02/such-big-boy.html' title='Such a big boy'/><author><name>Catie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215260982536422697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUxUYQlR8mE/Tfka2xE2IwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/WtOsVaXKRtc/s220/November2010%2B021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396242138769466444.post-4794401875728209245</id><published>2009-02-02T12:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T12:31:24.165-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mean Ole Mommy!</title><content type='html'>I've gone to the doctor twice in the past week and I don't like it one bit! I went last week because Mom thought I had pink eye. I did, but the viral type so there was nothing she could do except warm compresses and wait it out. Then she takes me today and not only does the doctor have Mom pin me down to look in my ears and to make sure my testicles are still descended (really? they were there last time, they were there this morning when I was playing in my diaper... where could they have gone???) but I got 2 shots today. I know Mom says they are good for me but I don't like them one bit. It doesn't help that she took me to do this stuff during naptime, I didn't want to be there, I wanted to be snug in my bed with my blankets and Bedtime Bear. The assistant said I'm 22lbs and 8 oz and 30.75 inches, I guess that means I'm getting bigger. I kind of knew I was getting taller since Mom upgraded me to one pair of 18 month old pants since they have the adjustable waistband, the rest of the time I look like I'm waiting for the flood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396242138769466444-4794401875728209245?l=lextalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/4794401875728209245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396242138769466444&amp;postID=4794401875728209245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/4794401875728209245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/4794401875728209245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/2009/02/mean-ole-mommy.html' title='Mean Ole Mommy!'/><author><name>Catie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215260982536422697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUxUYQlR8mE/Tfka2xE2IwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/WtOsVaXKRtc/s220/November2010%2B021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396242138769466444.post-4756708515705955444</id><published>2009-01-03T10:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T11:00:29.680-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm such a big boy</title><content type='html'>Christmas has come and gone and I made out like a bandit. I got the bounce and spin pony I really wanted and lots of other toys. I got a drum and xylophone that is pretty awesome, a few books and some clothes. My Grandma Linn made me a super cool towel to go with the bath toys she got me, she must know I love bathtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Daddy is on Christmas break from school Mommy decided that we'll work on having me sleep in my bed without the guard rail on it. A few months back Mommy changed it from a baby bed to a big boy bed but put a guard rail on it to keep me from falling out. Last week she took the rail off and I've been sleeping in it like a big boy. The only "problem" Mommy says there is is that I don't stay in bed like I'm supposed to. I don't see why I have to lay in bed when I'm not tired so I get out and go play with my toys or find Mommy and Daddy.  I have fallen out of bed a couple of times while sleeping but Mommy and Daddy are smart and put a couple of pillows and a blanket on the floor next to my bed to soften the blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy says my next goal is to start talking. I don't feel the need to use words to tell her how I feel, she's pretty good at figuring it out. We play a game where she sits on the floor and opens her arms up wide and I run across the room to give her a great big hug and kiss. Isn't that more important than talking? Besides I'm more interested in learning how to use a regular cup than talking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go see my doctor on February 2nd for my 15 month well child exam, I'll be almost 16 months by then but it was the soonest they could get me in that didn't interfere with Mommy's work or Daddy's school schedule. Mommy has warned me there will be more shots then and I'm not looking forward to that but I suppose it's for my own good and Mommy promised to buy me another book. I like the books she's been buying me lately, they are board books and that means I won't accidentally tear out the pages reading them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's nap time off to dreamland I go! Happy New Year everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396242138769466444-4756708515705955444?l=lextalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/4756708515705955444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396242138769466444&amp;postID=4756708515705955444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/4756708515705955444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/4756708515705955444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-such-big-boy.html' title='I&apos;m such a big boy'/><author><name>Catie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215260982536422697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUxUYQlR8mE/Tfka2xE2IwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/WtOsVaXKRtc/s220/November2010%2B021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396242138769466444.post-2581108153863669663</id><published>2008-12-20T14:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T14:40:08.032-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking to Santa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bMaH57G5zm0/SU1X_c6bXwI/AAAAAAAAAEI/o2Yzw3i7BLI/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bMaH57G5zm0/SU1X_c6bXwI/AAAAAAAAAEI/o2Yzw3i7BLI/s400/Christmas+2008+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281974685580091138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Daddy brought me to see Santa again this year and I told him what I wanted for Christmas and what I would like him to bring Mommy and Daddy. For Daddy I asked for some time off and maybe a video game or two. For Mommy I asked for some more time with me, and anything her heart desires because she's a good mommy. I asked for lots of toys and books and time with my parents and grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has a happy holidays and enjoys all the quality time they get with their families.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396242138769466444-2581108153863669663?l=lextalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/2581108153863669663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396242138769466444&amp;postID=2581108153863669663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/2581108153863669663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/2581108153863669663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/2008/12/talking-to-santa.html' title='Talking to Santa'/><author><name>Catie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215260982536422697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUxUYQlR8mE/Tfka2xE2IwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/WtOsVaXKRtc/s220/November2010%2B021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bMaH57G5zm0/SU1X_c6bXwI/AAAAAAAAAEI/o2Yzw3i7BLI/s72-c/Christmas+2008+005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396242138769466444.post-5857580791676167493</id><published>2008-11-27T08:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T08:16:00.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy lesson #273</title><content type='html'>I taught Mommy a very important lesson this morning. She put me to bed in just my diaper and t-shirt last night and woke up to find me diaperless and a giant mess this morning. Silly lady just laughed at me and got Daddy to come help get everything cleaned up while she got me in the bath. At least she learned her lesson and won't put me to bed without something covering my diaper from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we are going to Great-Grandma's house for Thanksgiving dinner. Mommy is all excited to see me eat all the good stuff. Jill at daycare says I like cranberry sauce so Mommy wants to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's snowing right now so hopefully we'll get to go out and play in it later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396242138769466444-5857580791676167493?l=lextalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/5857580791676167493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396242138769466444&amp;postID=5857580791676167493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/5857580791676167493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/5857580791676167493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/2008/11/mommy-lesson-273.html' title='Mommy lesson #273'/><author><name>Catie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215260982536422697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUxUYQlR8mE/Tfka2xE2IwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/WtOsVaXKRtc/s220/November2010%2B021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396242138769466444.post-6178981007523110572</id><published>2008-10-31T20:32:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T20:51:10.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bMaH57G5zm0/SQu1PQWeZ0I/AAAAAAAAADw/bUqmdB98xoE/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bMaH57G5zm0/SQu1PQWeZ0I/AAAAAAAAADw/bUqmdB98xoE/s320/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263499863204456258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Halloween was much better than last Halloween (last Halloween I was sick and spent the evening in the ER with Mommy and she was told I have pyloric stenosis, which was wrong I have and elongated pyloric sphincter which is only half the requirement for the diagnosis). This year Mommy and Daddy dressed me up as a lion cub and took me trick or treating at both of my great-grand&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bMaH57G5zm0/SQu1XAzOyVI/AAAAAAAAAD4/_2hGHiDwdjA/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bMaH57G5zm0/SQu1XAzOyVI/AAAAAAAAAD4/_2hGHiDwdjA/s320/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263499996469053778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mas' houses and then Nana and Papa's house (we would have went to Miss Jill's house too but we think she may have been at the hospital taking care of her boyfriend). I got lots of candy and everyone said I looked adorable. I was really happy to see both my G-G's  and I hammed it up for Papa while he took pictures of me. Mommy said hopefully next year I'll have a little brother or sister that they can dress up too in a matching or theme costume, I think that would be fun but if I have to share my candy I'm not so sure about that idea. I do like Mommy's idea that I dress up like Yoda and Daddy can be Luke Skywalker and take me trick or treating on his back, so maybe if I do have a little brother or sister next year Daddy can take me out and Mommy can stay home with&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bMaH57G5zm0/SQu1I670mBI/AAAAAAAAADo/JiN5l4Uq69c/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bMaH57G5zm0/SQu1I670mBI/AAAAAAAAADo/JiN5l4Uq69c/s320/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263499754376304658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the baby, that would work great for me, no sharing my candy then. My Grandma Linn made me a cute bag to put my candy in so I figure I'll have Mommy put up the pictures Daddy took of me in my costume so everyone can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and a side note, my buddy David is really sick with this thing called a Wilm's tumor and they have been treating it with chemo and he's supposed to have surgery soon but Mommy said he wasn't feeling so good tonight and they were bringing him into the hospital again. If I could ask and you are the praying type could you please say a few prayers for him? He's only a few weeks older than me and this is awful, no baby should have to deal with this and my Mommy is saying prayers for his Mommy and Daddy too, but every good thought helps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396242138769466444-6178981007523110572?l=lextalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/6178981007523110572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396242138769466444&amp;postID=6178981007523110572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/6178981007523110572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/6178981007523110572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Catie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215260982536422697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUxUYQlR8mE/Tfka2xE2IwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/WtOsVaXKRtc/s220/November2010%2B021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bMaH57G5zm0/SQu1PQWeZ0I/AAAAAAAAADw/bUqmdB98xoE/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396242138769466444.post-7998318510369707648</id><published>2008-10-19T19:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T19:35:25.194-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bMaH57G5zm0/SPvQzijQz6I/AAAAAAAAADU/dOpwPkCiMc4/s1600-h/Lex%27s+First+Birthday+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bMaH57G5zm0/SPvQzijQz6I/AAAAAAAAADU/dOpwPkCiMc4/s320/Lex%27s+First+Birthday+028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259026573751799714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend was my birthday parties and Wednesday was my birthday so I'm a toddling one year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first birthday party was at our house. It was a bit overwhelming since I went down for a nap when it was just me, Mommy and Daddy and woke up to a house full of people, some I haven't seen in months. I got lots of cool toys and some really nice clothes. Mommy gave me a cupcake and some ice cream and I proved how grown up I am by not getting much on myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second party was at Grandma Linn's house. I got to see my cousins and most of my aunts and uncles and I played until I crashed in Mommy's arms. The car was ready to explode it was so full of stuff when we came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy stayed home with me on my birthday and we played all day. I really enjoyed that time with Mommy since she's working so much lately that I'm at daycare more than the other kids (96 hours in two weeks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Mommy took me to see my doctor and get my one year old check up. I'm 21lbs 13oz and 29.75 inches tall and for some reason the doctor doesn't think I'm growing like I should so we have to go back in 3 weeks to see her (and get my other flu shot). At that time she's going to run another lead test because even though it was normal it was still in the high range and that makes her nervous... I think she just wants to poke and prod at me some more. Oh and someone is finally taking Mommy's concern that I have reflux to heart, apparently Mommy does know something, that a one year old shouldn't be spitting up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got good news from Gwen today. Ratchet was on a plane to come home to Minnesota! Looks like I'll get to meet him after all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396242138769466444-7998318510369707648?l=lextalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/7998318510369707648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396242138769466444&amp;postID=7998318510369707648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/7998318510369707648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/7998318510369707648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/2008/10/birthday-fun.html' title='Birthday fun'/><author><name>Catie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215260982536422697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUxUYQlR8mE/Tfka2xE2IwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/WtOsVaXKRtc/s220/November2010%2B021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bMaH57G5zm0/SPvQzijQz6I/AAAAAAAAADU/dOpwPkCiMc4/s72-c/Lex%27s+First+Birthday+028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396242138769466444.post-5112404244751169376</id><published>2008-10-08T21:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T21:36:31.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Plea for Ratchet</title><content type='html'>Mommy and Daddy have this friend Gwen who is in Iraq and she has this puppy named Ratchet. I was really excited to go meet Ratchet when Gwen came home but now I can't because her commanding officers took him away. If you could please go to this website and sign the petition that will hopefully convince those officers to let him come to Minnesota to live with Gwen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.thepetitionsite.com/1/release-ratchet-from-iraq-now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396242138769466444-5112404244751169376?l=lextalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/5112404244751169376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396242138769466444&amp;postID=5112404244751169376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/5112404244751169376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/5112404244751169376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/2008/10/plea-for-ratchet.html' title='Plea for Ratchet'/><author><name>Catie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215260982536422697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUxUYQlR8mE/Tfka2xE2IwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/WtOsVaXKRtc/s220/November2010%2B021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396242138769466444.post-3370072187587621167</id><published>2008-10-05T20:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T20:36:41.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Before and After</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bMaH57G5zm0/SOlrEy3qjDI/AAAAAAAAADE/P9HuS4WHQro/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bMaH57G5zm0/SOlrEy3qjDI/AAAAAAAAADE/P9HuS4WHQro/s320/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253848170423290930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Mommy's cousin Steph and her hubby Dustin came over so Steph could cut my hair and Daddy could work on their computer. Daddy didn't have any luck with the computer but Steph cut mine and Daddy's hair and then I got to snuggle with Dustin (he's a snuggly guy and I like him a lot, good thing he's a member of the family now). Here's my before and after pictures, my eyes are closed in the after picture because the flash is so darn bright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bMaH57G5zm0/SOlrTDKohdI/AAAAAAAAADM/IFfbB5ty7g0/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bMaH57G5zm0/SOlrTDKohdI/AAAAAAAAADM/IFfbB5ty7g0/s320/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253848415315985874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;After&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mommy spotted a fifth tooth today too. Now if I could just get over this darn cold life would be great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396242138769466444-3370072187587621167?l=lextalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/3370072187587621167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396242138769466444&amp;postID=3370072187587621167' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/3370072187587621167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/3370072187587621167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/2008/10/before-and-after.html' title='Before and After'/><author><name>Catie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215260982536422697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUxUYQlR8mE/Tfka2xE2IwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/WtOsVaXKRtc/s220/November2010%2B021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bMaH57G5zm0/SOlrEy3qjDI/AAAAAAAAADE/P9HuS4WHQro/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396242138769466444.post-7505417576195473301</id><published>2008-09-23T09:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T09:55:18.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickies are no fun</title><content type='html'>I haven't been feeling well the past couple days. I had a little cough last week but this week I am refusing to sleep all night because I feel so awful. Last night Mommy brought me to see a doctor at the hospital and he said I have a cold and maybe hand, foot and mouth disease. I don't  know what that means but I know my nose is runny and stuffy and my throat hurts and so Mommy gets no sleep. We are going to see the doctor twice today, once for me and once for Daddy. Mommy says she has to see if there is anything the doctor can recommend to help me sleep at night so she can sleep and Daddy is having another sicky couple days and so he needs to talk to his doctor. Mommy says she hopes we both feel better soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news Mommy bought me new diapers, ones she can wash, she says they are made out of cloth. I like them they are soft and I didn't leak after all the fluids Mommy made me drink last night. That and they are cool colors and no baby pictures on them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396242138769466444-7505417576195473301?l=lextalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/7505417576195473301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396242138769466444&amp;postID=7505417576195473301' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/7505417576195473301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/7505417576195473301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/2008/09/sickies-are-no-fun.html' title='Sickies are no fun'/><author><name>Catie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215260982536422697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUxUYQlR8mE/Tfka2xE2IwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/WtOsVaXKRtc/s220/November2010%2B021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396242138769466444.post-2058584467936851469</id><published>2008-09-18T18:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T18:45:57.411-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving and grooving</title><content type='html'>Today I impressed Mommy, I walked from our tv stand across the room to the bookshelf and then on several other occasions I wandered around when Mommy would stand me up. This makes getting into stuff sooooo much easier! I've had a couple bumps and bruises since I've been wandering around more but I'll be alright since I'm a tough guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396242138769466444-2058584467936851469?l=lextalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/2058584467936851469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396242138769466444&amp;postID=2058584467936851469' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/2058584467936851469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/2058584467936851469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/2008/09/moving-and-grooving.html' title='Moving and grooving'/><author><name>Catie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215260982536422697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUxUYQlR8mE/Tfka2xE2IwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/WtOsVaXKRtc/s220/November2010%2B021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396242138769466444.post-40629159506082349</id><published>2008-09-10T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T22:04:28.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New home</title><content type='html'>Mommy and Daddy dropped me off at Nana's on Saturday and moved all our stuff into a new apartment. After my initial upset at being in a new place I decided it's not too bad. My room is much much much bigger and there is a lot more room for me to roam. Mommy has also taken to eating dinner at the dinning room table with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Uncle Matt came over and had dinner with us. While Mommy was cooking dinner he spent time with me. He told Mommy when he first got home on leave that he wouldn't have much to do with me until I reached my teen years but I must have changed his mind because he was playing with me, trying to teach me new noises and he let me cuddle with him on the couch. I really like all my uncles they are fun. Uncle Karl likes Emperor's New Groove like I do so sometime he'll have to come over and watch it with me. Uncle Matt won't be home for almost a year so when he comes back he'll have to go to the park with me since I'll be up and running well before then (I've started standing on my own while I'm playing with things).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy started giving me a little whole milk in with my formula and as soon as these two cans of formula are gone I'll be a whole milk boy! I really like it although I'm not so fond of the cold, except it does make my sore spots in my mouth feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396242138769466444-40629159506082349?l=lextalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/40629159506082349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396242138769466444&amp;postID=40629159506082349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/40629159506082349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/40629159506082349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-home.html' title='New home'/><author><name>Catie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215260982536422697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUxUYQlR8mE/Tfka2xE2IwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/WtOsVaXKRtc/s220/November2010%2B021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396242138769466444.post-9085695294700816415</id><published>2008-09-03T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T19:48:58.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daycare is awesome!</title><content type='html'>Mommy and Daddy are so busy lately that they decided it was time for me to go to daycare. I'm at Mickey Mouse Playhouse by Nana and Papa's house and it's awesome! There are soooo many other kids to play with and I get to go outside with the big kids when the weather isn't too bad. Yesterday was my first day and Ms Jill said I was a joy to have around. I immediately made friends with a couple of the other kids and they were playing with me. Today when Mommy dropped me off there were two girls that wanted to play with me and I was really happy with that. Ms Jill told Mommy that she really likes having me there because I don't cry, I eat everything she gives me and other than being a wiggle worm during my diaper changes I'm so well behaved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided shoes aren't all bad. I've had to wear shoes to daycare the past few days and since it means I get to walk around on the ground without hurting my feet I realized they aren't all bad. Mommy says she may have to find boots for me for this winter. I'll need a snowsuit too since Ms Jill will take me outside with the other kids in winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first time I wore my new footie jammies because it's getting colder up here, I didn't realize fall came so early, I guess that's because I was born in the middle of fall...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396242138769466444-9085695294700816415?l=lextalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/9085695294700816415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396242138769466444&amp;postID=9085695294700816415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/9085695294700816415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/9085695294700816415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/2008/09/daycare-is-awesome.html' title='Daycare is awesome!'/><author><name>Catie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215260982536422697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUxUYQlR8mE/Tfka2xE2IwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/WtOsVaXKRtc/s220/November2010%2B021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396242138769466444.post-2705058168334704426</id><published>2008-08-17T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T22:05:26.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bMaH57G5zm0/SKjmpeDgEPI/AAAAAAAAABY/Lgg2hZN79po/s1600-h/squint.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bMaH57G5zm0/SKjmpeDgEPI/AAAAAAAAABY/Lgg2hZN79po/s320/squint.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235688166934974706" border="0" /&gt;Here I am squinting in the sunlight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bMaH57G5zm0/SKjmhBzEwMI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ZFgsOeN7Fw8/s1600-h/dollface.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bMaH57G5zm0/SKjmhBzEwMI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ZFgsOeN7Fw8/s320/dollface.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235688021910929602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saying hello to Nana and Papa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMaH57G5zm0/SKjmZjw5TAI/AAAAAAAAABI/ri97-Crwo9U/s1600-h/devious.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bMaH57G5zm0/SKjmZjw5TAI/AAAAAAAAABI/ri97-Crwo9U/s320/devious.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235687893589642242" border="0" /&gt;And this is my planning something devious face.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I have a new tooth I'm not ready to show it off (my running count is three), however I have asked Mom to post the pictures Nana took yesterday to show how grown up I really am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396242138769466444-2705058168334704426?l=lextalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/2705058168334704426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396242138769466444&amp;postID=2705058168334704426' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/2705058168334704426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/2705058168334704426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-photos.html' title='Just photos'/><author><name>Catie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215260982536422697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUxUYQlR8mE/Tfka2xE2IwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/WtOsVaXKRtc/s220/November2010%2B021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bMaH57G5zm0/SKjmpeDgEPI/AAAAAAAAABY/Lgg2hZN79po/s72-c/squint.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396242138769466444.post-610385068628681853</id><published>2008-08-12T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T21:57:59.272-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I can get away</title><content type='html'>Mommy taught me a new trick, I now walk behind my lion that Nana and Papa bought me. This means I can walk across the apartment on my own. I still haven't figured out how to pull up behind it without tipping it over but it's a lot of fun. I'm also practicing standing on my own, no walking without standing. I can't wait to go visit my grandparents and show off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396242138769466444-610385068628681853?l=lextalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/610385068628681853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396242138769466444&amp;postID=610385068628681853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/610385068628681853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/610385068628681853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-can-get-away.html' title='I can get away'/><author><name>Catie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215260982536422697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUxUYQlR8mE/Tfka2xE2IwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/WtOsVaXKRtc/s220/November2010%2B021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396242138769466444.post-8834573498093633109</id><published>2008-08-06T19:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T19:47:02.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New steps</title><content type='html'>I have been busy lately, I have been running around the furniture and keeping Mommy busy chasing me around the apartment since now I crawl on my knees and move faster but I figured it was time to update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy took me in for a weight check on Saturday and I'm 20lbs 4oz, so I finally broke that 20lb mark. She also took me to the hospital since I had to have blood work done, so much that our doctor's office didn't feel comfortable doing it. They drew blood from my arm and didn't let Mommy stay in the lab with me while they did it. They gave me back to Mommy once they got me calmed down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not drinking from bottles at all any more. I've decided cups are much easier and I'm simply too old to drink from a baby bottle. Mommy bought me a couple different types, I really like the straw ones since I can chug my formula down no problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to where Mommy was working today and had all these ladies cooing at me, it wasn't too bad, much better than sitting in the waiting room with Daddy at his doctor appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to head to bed since I kept Mommy up late last night (that'll teach her to wake me to go get Daddy at midnight).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396242138769466444-8834573498093633109?l=lextalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/8834573498093633109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396242138769466444&amp;postID=8834573498093633109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/8834573498093633109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/8834573498093633109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-steps.html' title='New steps'/><author><name>Catie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215260982536422697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUxUYQlR8mE/Tfka2xE2IwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/WtOsVaXKRtc/s220/November2010%2B021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396242138769466444.post-1094674988343238718</id><published>2008-07-19T10:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T10:29:01.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why you always pickin on me?</title><content type='html'>Today I went to see my new Dr today and they really picked on me. I had to get a shot because I guess I missed one (I didn't miss it... ). And then they drew my blood, two pokes in my thumb. I bled a lot. My arm and Mommy's hand were covered in it. I'm not gaining weight they way they want me to despite eating all the time so I have to go in in two weeks for a weight check and to meet with the Dr again. The doctor told Mommy that I'm healthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396242138769466444-1094674988343238718?l=lextalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/1094674988343238718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396242138769466444&amp;postID=1094674988343238718' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/1094674988343238718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/1094674988343238718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-you-always-pickin-on-me.html' title='Why you always pickin on me?'/><author><name>Catie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215260982536422697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUxUYQlR8mE/Tfka2xE2IwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/WtOsVaXKRtc/s220/November2010%2B021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396242138769466444.post-208234262857343933</id><published>2008-07-16T21:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T21:41:32.134-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Teething sucks!</title><content type='html'>I'm tired of my face hurting. For the past couple days my teeth have made me queasy (I threw up on Mommy twice yesterday), I've been in pain and I can't stay asleep because it hurts too badly. And Mommy hasn't been home to take care of me except at night. Daddy's here but he's working too and sometimes has to close the closet door (where his desk is hidden) so he can answer the phone for work. Daddy has the next two days off so that'll help and Mommy has two days after that. I go see Dr. Franklin Saturday to find out how big I'm getting and Mommy wants to make sure I'm healthy. Although Mommy says she's going to ask for some bloodwork since my skin appears a little yellow, I don't understand what that means but hopefully it won't hurt because I'm seriously tired of the pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396242138769466444-208234262857343933?l=lextalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/208234262857343933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396242138769466444&amp;postID=208234262857343933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/208234262857343933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/208234262857343933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/2008/07/teething-sucks.html' title='Teething sucks!'/><author><name>Catie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215260982536422697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUxUYQlR8mE/Tfka2xE2IwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/WtOsVaXKRtc/s220/November2010%2B021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396242138769466444.post-6538844490812931641</id><published>2008-07-05T18:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T18:33:12.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well that was interesting</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Mommy and Daddy took me to the 4th of July parade. I don't know why there was a parade but it wasn't too bad, except when they kept trying to cover my ears. Don't they know that I need them uncovered so I can hear? Mommy kept spraying this cold stuff on my legs and feet and I didn't like it but she said it was supposed to protect me from the sun. It didn't do the same for her, her chest and arms and neck are really red and she doesn't like it when I touch her there, but she won't let me pull her hair either so that's no good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the parade we went to Nana and Papa's house for a barbeque. While everyone else ate brats, burgers and hot dogs Nana gave me squash and tried to give me a bit of her watermelon. I loved the squash and hated the watermelon. It was the same icky stuff Mommy tried giving me after Uncle Jake's grad party. After we ate they let me play with Aunt Carlie. I like her a lot. She has lots of nice long hair for me to grab, I think she told Mommy that I was pulling it, but I wouldn't do that, I was just holding it in my fists, like I do with Mommy's and the kitties. I also got to see Uncle Karl. I recognized him from the pictures since I hadn't seen him since Christmas. He was really nice to me even though he didn't want to hold me. Mommy's cousin Nathaniel got on my nerves because he wouldn't let me be. Mommy said he just wanted to visit with me since he doesn't see me that often but I am a big boy too and wanted to crawl around on my own without him in my face. He also tried to pick me up and dropped me. It was a good thing Gigi was right there and picked me up because I needed someone to hold me until I felt better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the long day I finally crashed and wouldn't you know it our neighbors started being loud. Mommy said they were shooting off fireworks but it was just annoying. I didn't mind watching them the other night but it was almost midnight before they finally stopped and it's hard to sleep through all that noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm at Nana's again because Mommy got called into work. I wish she'd tell me when she is going to work because I tend to miss her when she's gone. But at least I get to play with Nana, Papa and Daddy. Hopefully she'll come home before I go to bed, otherwise I may have to get up in the middle of the night to make sure she's around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396242138769466444-6538844490812931641?l=lextalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/6538844490812931641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396242138769466444&amp;postID=6538844490812931641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/6538844490812931641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/6538844490812931641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/2008/07/well-that-was-interesting.html' title='Well that was interesting'/><author><name>Catie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215260982536422697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUxUYQlR8mE/Tfka2xE2IwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/WtOsVaXKRtc/s220/November2010%2B021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396242138769466444.post-4749447826506882590</id><published>2008-06-28T18:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T18:29:25.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy and Daddy are in trouble now</title><content type='html'>I've taught myself how to pull to standing, next up is walking, screw crawling on my knees I want to run! I showed Nana and Papa that I knew how to do it earlier today and then I showed Mommy when we got home. Mommy was so proud even though now she knows she really needs to put away the breakable knick knacks until after we move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't know when we are moving yet but Terriann (our land lady) is meeting with the city people this week. Mommy is nervous about the whole thing and wants to get an apartment sooner than later and Daddy wants to wait in the event they can save up enough to get a house for us to live in. I'm with Daddy, I want a house with a nice big room so they can buy me more toys. Better yet I want a house near Nana's house so she can continue to spoil me and I don't have to ride in the car very far, maybe just a quick stroller ride, one that won't put me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy has started to punish me for pulling her hair. Can someone explain to her that I'm not doing it to hurt her but because it's fun? She keeps telling me no and that it hurts but I don't believe her, if she wants to know pain she should try this teething thing, that hurts. She has also told me I'm not allowed to play with the speaker wire for our surround sound but I don't get it, I'm not hurting anything, I think she's just being mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm growing really fast. Mommy has to go through my dresser drawers and take out all the clothes that don't fit me. Yesterday she told Daddy to put me in my jeans to go grocery shopping with her and they were too short, these are jeans she bought too big at Christmas. I know some of the onesies are too small but Daddy puts me in them anyway. At least I got a new pair of shorts out of the deal yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396242138769466444-4749447826506882590?l=lextalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/4749447826506882590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396242138769466444&amp;postID=4749447826506882590' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/4749447826506882590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/4749447826506882590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/2008/06/mommy-and-daddy-are-in-trouble-now.html' title='Mommy and Daddy are in trouble now'/><author><name>Catie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215260982536422697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUxUYQlR8mE/Tfka2xE2IwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/WtOsVaXKRtc/s220/November2010%2B021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396242138769466444.post-4581124648539640626</id><published>2008-06-23T22:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:44:29.998-06:00</updated><title type='text'>They grow up too fast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bMaH57G5zm0/SGBkktH6CcI/AAAAAAAAABA/__I73Mt5dDI/s1600-h/013.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bMaH57G5zm0/SGBkktH6CcI/AAAAAAAAABA/__I73Mt5dDI/s320/013.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215278950245861826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe this little boy with such a serious little look on his face came from this little boy who just wanted to sleep instead of eating when we saw the lactation nurse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bMaH57G5zm0/SGBkQuNHNqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/X4OCDZoewAg/s1600-h/minilex.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bMaH57G5zm0/SGBkQuNHNqI/AAAAAAAAAA4/X4OCDZoewAg/s320/minilex.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215278606938748578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 4 more months and my baby will be a toddler... Can you say sentimental?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396242138769466444-4581124648539640626?l=lextalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/4581124648539640626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396242138769466444&amp;postID=4581124648539640626' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/4581124648539640626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/4581124648539640626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/2008/06/they-grow-up-too-fast.html' title='They grow up too fast'/><author><name>Catie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215260982536422697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUxUYQlR8mE/Tfka2xE2IwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/WtOsVaXKRtc/s220/November2010%2B021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bMaH57G5zm0/SGBkktH6CcI/AAAAAAAAABA/__I73Mt5dDI/s72-c/013.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396242138769466444.post-1289480897872331973</id><published>2008-06-20T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T21:14:32.938-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kronk and Kuzco</title><content type='html'>Those are the names of my two newest pets. Mommy bought me two betta fishes, one red (Kuzco) and one blue (Kronk) they share a tank but it has a wall to keep them apart. Mommy can remove the blue part of the wall and they react to each other but with the blue there they are calm. I like them, they aren't as fun as the cats but it's something interesting to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been too warm for my liking lately, today I had to nap in just a t-shirt (onesie) and when Daddy woke me up I was soaking wet with sweat, not cool. Mommy and Daddy let me play in just my diaper for a while to help cool me off and that was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy is starting me on third stage foods since I'm doing great eating my banana puffs (they are like cheerios only they dissolve in my mouth). I absolutely love those puffs, they let me eat at my own pace, use my own hands and taste great, I've watched Mommy steal a few so she must think they are good too. Besides Mommy took me to the doctor this week since I haven't been sleeping well just to rule out ear infections and the like and I'm up to 19 pounds 6 oz. The doctor seemed concerned about my skin color since it looked kind of yellow under that light so next month Mommy is going to have my new doctor check my bilirubin levels since they are probably going to check my hemoglobin and for lead levels. She's not overly concerned though because I don't look too yellow to her. The doctor looked in my ears, which I hated, and said they looked good and told Mommy it's probably just a phase. I admit I haven't slept that well lately but I don't think it was anything to be concerned about. Daddy has the magic touch for getting me back to sleep in the morning when I wake up too early (Mommy says before 6 am is too early). Today I woke up at 5, Daddy fed me and I slept until 9am, and then I took another long nap later, surprising Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd better head to bed. Tomorrow is going to be a long day, we are driving down to Grandma's to celebrate Uncle Jake graduating from high school and that means I'm going to see our big family and I have to show them what a big boy I'm getting to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396242138769466444-1289480897872331973?l=lextalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/1289480897872331973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396242138769466444&amp;postID=1289480897872331973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/1289480897872331973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/1289480897872331973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/2008/06/kronk-and-kuzco.html' title='Kronk and Kuzco'/><author><name>Catie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215260982536422697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUxUYQlR8mE/Tfka2xE2IwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/WtOsVaXKRtc/s220/November2010%2B021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396242138769466444.post-7116153735781038549</id><published>2008-06-12T12:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T00:44:30.452-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bMaH57G5zm0/SFFY2p1aMJI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ENzDOG9a328/s1600-h/nana.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bMaH57G5zm0/SFFY2p1aMJI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ENzDOG9a328/s320/nana.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211043939810422930" border="0" /&gt;Mommy just wanted to show how cute I'm getting!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bMaH57G5zm0/SFFYuBx4XLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/4DryU89i0ms/s1600-h/adorable.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bMaH57G5zm0/SFFYuBx4XLI/AAAAAAAAAAY/4DryU89i0ms/s320/adorable.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211043791619251378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And look I'm trying to crawl on my hands and knees instead of on my belly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396242138769466444-7116153735781038549?l=lextalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/7116153735781038549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396242138769466444&amp;postID=7116153735781038549' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/7116153735781038549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/7116153735781038549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/2008/06/pictures-of-me.html' title='Pictures of me!'/><author><name>Catie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215260982536422697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUxUYQlR8mE/Tfka2xE2IwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/WtOsVaXKRtc/s220/November2010%2B021.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bMaH57G5zm0/SFFY2p1aMJI/AAAAAAAAAAg/ENzDOG9a328/s72-c/nana.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396242138769466444.post-7549542378896446394</id><published>2008-06-08T06:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T06:56:21.627-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So spoiled</title><content type='html'>I spent yesterday with Nana and Papa and they spoiled me rotten! Mommy knew they were taking me shoe shopping but I came home with more than just shoes. They bought me a pair of sneakers and a pair of sandals, an outfit with a matching hat, some toys to chew on and best of all a lion that I can either push or ride on that also sings. Mommy says that at this rate we'll have to buy a house for just my stuff. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396242138769466444-7549542378896446394?l=lextalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/7549542378896446394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396242138769466444&amp;postID=7549542378896446394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/7549542378896446394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/7549542378896446394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-spoiled.html' title='So spoiled'/><author><name>Catie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215260982536422697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUxUYQlR8mE/Tfka2xE2IwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/WtOsVaXKRtc/s220/November2010%2B021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396242138769466444.post-8038159170529135789</id><published>2008-06-02T14:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T14:28:10.067-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nappy nappy</title><content type='html'>I really like my stroller, it's a great place to take a nap in the fresh air. Mommy has been taking me out in the stroller a lot lately, we walk to the laundromat, to Nana's and just for walking for the sake of walking. My stroller is great, it has this neat lion that dangles in front of my face and I can grab to play with, not to mention Mommy pulls out sippy cups for me to drink while we walk if I'm too awake to take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news Mommy thinks I'm teething again because I've been so crabby and my hands are always in my mouth. I don't know what it is I just know that it hurts. Speaking of I'm going to demand she holds me now since I feel pretty sore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396242138769466444-8038159170529135789?l=lextalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/8038159170529135789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396242138769466444&amp;postID=8038159170529135789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/8038159170529135789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/8038159170529135789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/2008/06/nappy-nappy.html' title='Nappy nappy'/><author><name>Catie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215260982536422697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUxUYQlR8mE/Tfka2xE2IwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/WtOsVaXKRtc/s220/November2010%2B021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396242138769466444.post-7360696867553442718</id><published>2008-05-27T19:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T20:08:41.628-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mamamamama</title><content type='html'>Guess what I've learned to say? Yep that's right mama, and I say it a lot. I'm working on dada and nana but I don't quite have those down yet. Mommy thinks it's because I love her best but it's just because I think it's so much easier to say than dada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy has been gone a lot lately. I spend all day with Daddy and then get really excited when she comes home. I would get excited for Daddy too but I'm sleeping when he gets home from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy says I'm getting so big. I don't see it. I may weigh a little more but that's no biggie. I'm working on that with my crawling and playing all day. I've decided that for the most part I only need one nap a day, usually about 3 hours long and then I play like a madman until bedtime. The only thing Mommy doesn't like is when I wake up super early, I've been up at 5-5:30 am everyday lately and that means Mommy gets very little sleep any later than that.  But I'm in bed early too so she can do chores and stuff early before she has to go to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/396242138769466444-7360696867553442718?l=lextalltales.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/feeds/7360696867553442718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=396242138769466444&amp;postID=7360696867553442718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/7360696867553442718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/396242138769466444/posts/default/7360696867553442718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lextalltales.blogspot.com/2008/05/mamamamama.html' title='Mamamamama'/><author><name>Catie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16215260982536422697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZUxUYQlR8mE/Tfka2xE2IwI/AAAAAAAAAHo/WtOsVaXKRtc/s220/November2010%2B021.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-396242138769466444.post-3730786136878341715</id><published>2008-05-25T08:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T09:05:41.431-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='catching up'/><title type='text'>Catching up</title><content type='html'>Below this Mommy is going to post all my blogs from my old blog site... I've decided to move over here so that it's easier for Mommy to keep our blogs up to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;div class="day"&gt;    &lt;h3 class="date"&gt;Sunday, May 11, 2008&lt;/h3&gt;        &lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-top"&gt;&lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-bottom"&gt;&lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-left"&gt;&lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-right"&gt;&lt;div class="post" mode="class"&gt;      &lt;div class="post"&gt;       &lt;h4 class="posttitle"&gt;Busy week&lt;/h4&gt;              &lt;div class="posttext"&gt;This week was Mommy's birthday and Mommy's day so we've been busy. On Wednesday we went to the zoo for Mommy's birthday. I loved seeing the animals but my favorites were the harbor seal and the bats. We didn't have time to see all of them but I liked the ones we did see. The llama and sheep were kinda scary since they wanted the handfuls of food Mommy and Daddy had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Nana and Papa gave Mommy a gift that I helped with, a locket. It's the start of a tradition. Great-Gramma W gave Nana a locket for her first Mommy's day when Mommy was born and now Mommy has one. Mommy says if I have a little sister she's going to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Daddy bought me an activity center that I can wander around the outside of and play with all the toys on it, I LOVE it! I spend a lot of time playing there or crawling around the floor, it keeps me busy. Mommy has also decided we are going to start using sippy cups more than bottles, my first and last formula meals of the day will be bottles (and any meals that I have with Daddy will probably be too) for the time being but she wants me to be done with bottles by time I'm 10-11 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the sounds of it we are going to be moving soon, Mommy and Daddy said the city plans to buy our house and our landlord is probably going to sell. Daddy has been looking into diferent programs the state offers since we will be displaced and they are hoping that we'll be able to move into our own house. There is one for sale near Nana and Papa that looks the same as their house and Mommy and Daddy would love to move there. It would be great when I get older, I could just run down the block and say hi, or Mommy could just walk me over when they are going to babysit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy starts her new job on Tuesday, I'm going to miss her since she won't be home until after my bedtime but she seems really happy to be done with her security job and excited to start doing work that she went to school for. This also means she'll have more money to buy me stuff with, so it's all around a great deal for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's time to get back to watching my movie and playing. I will update everyone some more later.&lt;/div&gt;                    &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;h3 class="date"&gt;Sunday, May 04, 2008&lt;/h3&gt;                     &lt;h4 class="posttitle"&gt;Army Strong&lt;/h4&gt;              &lt;div class="posttext"&gt;I impressed Mommy today, I proved that I can crawl. It's the army crawl to start with but I will get stronger and get up on my hands and knees soon, but for now the cats are safe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="day"&gt;    &lt;h3 class="date"&gt;Wednesday, April 23, 2008&lt;/h3&gt;        &lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-top"&gt;&lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-bottom"&gt;&lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-left"&gt;&lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-right"&gt;&lt;div class="post" mode="class"&gt;      &lt;div class="post"&gt;       &lt;h4 class="posttitle"&gt;Got my checkup&lt;/h4&gt;              &lt;div class="posttext"&gt;I went and saw Dr. Vick again today, her belly was big, Mommy says that she's having a baby. I think she'll be a great Mommy, she's always nice to me. I'm 25.75 inches tall and 15 pounds 14oz. Not quite as big as Mommy expected but still growing. I also got two shots and the last oral vaccine. I did pretty darn good, only cried for a bit and then it stopped hurting. Mommy says my next dr appt will be with a different doctor since ours is graduating in June and my next appointment isn't until July. We don't know who we want yet.&lt;/div&gt;                    &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;h3 class="date"&gt;Thursday, April 03, 2008&lt;/h3&gt;                     &lt;h4 class="posttitle"&gt;A first!&lt;/h4&gt;              &lt;div class="posttext"&gt;My first tooth is on its way in. Mommy and Daddy saw it during dinner tonight. Mommy says it explains why I've been crabby lately, I don't think I've been crabby, I just haven't felt well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="date"&gt;Friday, March 28, 2008&lt;/h3&gt;                     &lt;h4 class="posttitle"&gt;It's been a while.&lt;/h4&gt;              &lt;div class="posttext"&gt;Mommy has been busy lately so she hasn't had a chance to keep this updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been a busy boy, spending my days with Daddy and my nights with Mommy. Right now they are on opposite schedules so someone is home with me during all times because Mommy is in school. I'm getting to be really mobile. I roll all over the living room (including under the couch) so it keeps those old people on their toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went to my first wedding. Mommy's cousin Stephanie married Dustin. I was so good for the whole ceremony, the whole 10 minutes of it. Nana also took me to visit all her friends that work in the court house and I was a charmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I weighed in at 16lbs 3oz the other day when Mommy took me to the clinic to have a bump on my penis checked. Crazy lady didn't realize it was just a zit and was all worried since I was going to Grandma Linn's this weekend. I am there right now and based on the picture Grandma sent Mommy I'm having a lot of fun, she has a little play station for me to use while there. Of course Mommy misses me like crazy and is going to go nuts until I come home. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Easter Bunny skipped Mommy's house but brought me a lamb and some bibs at Great-Grandma Winters' house. I really like the lamb, it sings to me. Although I wish that bunny would have brought me some more banana cream pie, it was yummy eating all of Nana's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy has decided that she doesn't get to spend enough time with me we are going to start going for walks when she gets home from clinic duty at night. I enjoyed it last night even if it was a little cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="day"&gt;    &lt;h3 class="date"&gt;Thursday, February 21, 2008&lt;/h3&gt;        &lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-top"&gt;&lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-bottom"&gt;&lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-left"&gt;&lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-right"&gt;&lt;div class="post" mode="class"&gt;      &lt;div class="post"&gt;       &lt;h4 class="posttitle"&gt;Woohoo!&lt;/h4&gt;              &lt;div class="posttext"&gt;Mommy took me to the roller rink last night and I got to ride around in my stroller while she was skating. Grandpa was there too so I got to see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I amaze Mommy with my new appetite and she swears I'm growing again. The past couple days I have eaten at least 3 containers of fruit or vegetables (one for lunch and two for dinner) and I've been taking long naps in addition to sleeping all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Daddy bought me a new toy that allows me to jump up and down and stand all on my own. It's a lot of fun. Mommy says I am really good at jumping in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also decided I don't like laying on my back anymore, I've become a tummy kid. Mommy puts me on my back on the floor and I roll over immediately, gotta keep her on her toes. I get to show off to Grandma Linn and Grandpa Denny tomorrow since they are coming to visit. And then Saturday I'll go visit Grandma Shelley and Grandpa Fred. Grandpa says he bought me a new toy so I'm all excited to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy is thinking about re-doing my nursery, she's torn between doing more of a blue "under the sea" theme and a theme based on one of the sheets I already have with cars, trucks, buses and planes. I'll like either. She's also thinking that if she does under the sea she'll get me a small beta tank and fish for my room.&lt;/div&gt;                    &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div class="day"&gt;    &lt;h3 class="date"&gt;Monday, February 11, 2008&lt;/h3&gt;        &lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-top"&gt;&lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-bottom"&gt;&lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-left"&gt;&lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-right"&gt;&lt;div class="post" mode="class"&gt;      &lt;div class="post"&gt;       &lt;h4 class="posttitle"&gt;What a mean Mommy!&lt;/h4&gt;              &lt;div class="posttext"&gt;Today Mommy took me to the doctor and after the doctor said I'm healthy, handsome and helpful (I helped hold her light while she looked in my mouth) the nurse came back and gave me more shots.... really I didn't need them I'm healthy. Mommy helped the nurse hold my leg down, she could have at least protected me. I've grown 5 inches and gained 5 pounds in the 4 months since my birth, I'm such a big boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy also took Daddy to see his doctor to get his liver enzymes checked and see if he has diabetes but they haven't gotten any results yet. Hopefully it's nothing serious.&lt;/div&gt;                    &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div class="day"&gt;    &lt;h3 class="date"&gt;Friday, February 08, 2008&lt;/h3&gt;        &lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-top"&gt;&lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-bottom"&gt;&lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-left"&gt;&lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-right"&gt;&lt;div class="post" mode="class"&gt;      &lt;div class="post"&gt;       &lt;h4 class="posttitle"&gt;Wonderful new toy&lt;/h4&gt;              &lt;div class="posttext"&gt;Mommy gave me the best toy today. It's a little clacky rattle with a panda on one side and a tiger on the other. She said it was one of the presents from her shower (I didn't know she got presents in there, I thought she just got wet and occasionally used that way to bathe me). I absolutely LOVE it, it's so much fun. It makes Mommy laugh the way my eyes light up when she shakes it for me and I reach for it. I get upset when I drop it and lose sight of it. I think she gave it to me today because she knew I was going to sleep all day. She had to go in for a scan so I dozed off in the stroller and then again on the drive home and slept for a few hours when we got back, then she took me for some errands, anything to keep me busy.&lt;/div&gt;                    &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;h3 class="date"&gt;Monday, February 04, 2008&lt;/h3&gt;                     &lt;h4 class="posttitle"&gt;Mommy's little munchkin&lt;/h4&gt;              &lt;div class="posttext"&gt;It's official I am Mommy's little boy. I've been showing signs of it for months but I proved it this weekend. We were watching the Super Bowl yesterday and she was smiling at me while she ate and I played on the floor so I of course smiled and stared back, Daddy tried to get my attention and I refused to give it to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to spend time with Grandma and Grandpa this weekend. Mommy and Daddy had to work so I went over there. Grandma told Mommy that I played like a crazy man and was having so much fun. I wore myself out really good while I was there, Grandma dropped me off and I fell asleep at 6:45pm and didn't stir again until I woke Mommy at 6:45 am. I really enjoy spending time with my grandparents, they are a lot of fun. Daddy says Grandma Linn might come up soon, it'll be good to see her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've surprised Mommy with my appetite. She's been giving me vegatables before my bath at night to help keep me full longer (and help keep more down) and the last two days I kept eating until I finished off the containers. I really like squash and sweet potatoes. Bring on the veggies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="day"&gt;    &lt;h3 class="date"&gt;Monday, January 28, 2008&lt;/h3&gt;        &lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-top"&gt;&lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-bottom"&gt;&lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-left"&gt;&lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-right"&gt;&lt;div class="post" mode="class"&gt;      &lt;div class="post"&gt;       &lt;h4 class="posttitle"&gt;Woohoo&lt;/h4&gt;              &lt;div class="posttext"&gt;I've reached another milestone in my development today. I can now roll from my stomach to my back. Mommy wanted to make sure I was doing it on purpose and it wasn't on accident so she put me back on my stomach and I rolled over again. This made her so excited, darn crazy lady did it to me again. This means I can get out of tummy time anytime I want. I'm still working on rolling from my back to my stomach but I'll figure it out sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being a handful tonight. Mommy is doing everything she can think of to get me to go to sleep and I'm fighting it. She put me in my crib for an hour and I started to cry after about 45 minutes. Now I'm stuck in my swing and I'm angry about it. I'm tired but I don't want to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm getting fussy again I'm going to make Mommy hold me.&lt;/div&gt;                    &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div class="day"&gt;    &lt;h3 class="date"&gt;Sunday, January 27, 2008&lt;/h3&gt;        &lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-top"&gt;&lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-bottom"&gt;&lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-left"&gt;&lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-right"&gt;&lt;div class="post" mode="class"&gt;      &lt;div class="post"&gt;       &lt;h4 class="posttitle"&gt;I'm trouble&lt;/h4&gt;              &lt;div class="posttext"&gt;Mom took me to see Dr Vick on Monday because she thought I had an ear infection but my ears were all clear, I am still just fighting off a bad cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I got to see Grandma Shelley and Grandpa Fred. They took lots of pictures again. Grandpa said he got a couple of good ones. Which is good because next time I may not be so nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave Mom a lot of trouble today. I didn't want to nap, I didn't want to play all I wanted to do was cry. When Daddy came home I was a little angel. But I went down for a nice long nap when Daddy did so Mommy got to take a bath. And then to make things even better I went to bed early tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing better about sleeping at night. I sleep all night a couple days in a row and then I'll have one night where I wake up to visit Mommy. Mommy is very happy about this.&lt;/div&gt;                    &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div class="day"&gt;    &lt;h3 class="date"&gt;Tuesday, January 22, 2008&lt;/h3&gt;        &lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-top"&gt;&lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-bottom"&gt;&lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-left"&gt;&lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-right"&gt;&lt;div class="post" mode="class"&gt;      &lt;div class="post"&gt;       &lt;h4 class="posttitle"&gt;Quick Update&lt;/h4&gt;              &lt;div class="posttext"&gt;Mommy's been busy with me so she hasn't had time to update for me. I decided I was sleeping too much so I'm back to being up anywhere from 3:30 - 5 a.m. Mommy wasn't too happy with this but she doesn't understand that I need to see her then since some nights it's Daddy that puts me to sleep. But I've been pretty good about putting myself to sleep when I'm in my crib and I don't always cry when I wake up, most of the time I play with my hands until Mommy wakes up. I've also been napping in my crib instead of my swing which makes Mommy happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to meet more family members! My Auntie Stacy, Uncle Lance and cousins Brittany and Nick came and saw me this weekend. They are all really nice people. Mommy said she was really happy to see them. I like Auntie Stacy, she made me smile. I was picking on Brittany, almost every time she held me I'd start to cry, I just wanted to sit with Auntie. I sneezed on Unce Lance the first time he reached towards me, it made everyone laugh. Now I only have two uncles to meet, Jamie and Matt. Mommy says Uncle Matt may come home soon, I hope so because she keeps saying he'll teach me all sorts of noises and I like making noises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided being sick is no fun. I have a runny nose, a cough and I just don't feel right. Mommy keeps sticking that darn bulb up my nose to suck snot out and it is really uncomfortable. Mommy took me to see Dr. Vick today to make sure my ears were okay because I had some signs of an ear infection. But other than my cold I got a clean bill of health, Mommy on the other hand is on antibiotics for another sinus infection, poor lady is worse off than I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new favorite song, "Rainbow Connection" sung by Kermit the Frog. Mommy sang it to me tonight when I was really angry with her and it calmed me down. She said it reminds her of Grandpa Fred so I knew it can't be all bad. Mommy doesn't have the best singing voice but just hearing her helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I should let Mommy study for the test she's taking tomorrow. I hope everyone has a great night.&lt;/div&gt;                    &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div class="day"&gt;    &lt;h3 class="date"&gt;Wednesday, January 09, 2008&lt;/h3&gt;        &lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-top"&gt;&lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-bottom"&gt;&lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-left"&gt;&lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-right"&gt;&lt;div class="post" mode="class"&gt;      &lt;div class="post"&gt;       &lt;h4 class="posttitle"&gt;ZZzzZZzz&lt;/h4&gt;              &lt;div class="posttext"&gt;I've been sleeping soooooo much lately. The past four days I've slept all night and even better the past two have been 11 hours or better. Mommy is so very proud of me. She said I'm such a joy in the morning because I'm so cheerful I always have a smile on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've also started trying different solids. I'm not very fond of carrots but sweet potatoes and bananas are great. Mommy was shocked I didn't spit out any of the bananas, they were just that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Daddy think I'm teething. I have really been chewing down on my hands, pacifier and I love the teething rings because they taste so good. Not to mention my drooling has gotten way out of control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love having Mommy home during the day. We've been playing on the floor a lot. At night it's good too because she makes sure I follow my routine and gets me into bed on time. Daddy will learn one of these days. The only thing I could do without is her suctioning my nose everyday... doesn't she know it doesn't feel good and I don't mind being stuffed up a bit?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;        &lt;h3 class="date"&gt;Thursday, January 03, 2008&lt;/h3&gt;                     &lt;h4 class="posttitle"&gt;I have a voice!&lt;/h4&gt;              &lt;div class="posttext"&gt;Mommy says I seem to have found my voice. Last night I was yelling and cooing and she swears I said mama (I didn't it was just shrieking). It made Mommy laugh so hard that I had to keep doing it. Good thing she's smart and realized I was going to have a sore throat and gave me some tylenol before I went to sleep. I kept it up today when she was playing with me while Daddy ran an errand. I love making Mommy laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the topic of laughing Mommy and Daddy have been making me laugh so hard I get hiccups lately. It's fun when it first starts and then I get frustrated with them. Thank goodness they are smart enough to either give me gripe water or some more milk to get rid of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept 8 hours last night. Mommy said it was wonderful but she wishes the 8 hours would have ended at 6 or 7 instead of 4 but it's her own fault for wearing me out and putting me to be at 8pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy had to work late tonight and I know she didn't want to. She was really hoping I'd behave myself for Daddy since Daddy and I don't spend that much time together alone. I was a pretty good kid according to Daddy. We watched Lord of the Rings and I was amazed again at Daddy's geekiness. He keeps insisting when I get older I'll be interested in the things he is... we shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's far past my bedtime so I'm going to log off and see if I can sleep 8 hours again. Have a goodnight!&lt;span class="author"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="time"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="permalink"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="comments"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="posts-slidingdoor-top"&gt;&lt;div id="posts-slidingdoor-bottom"&gt;&lt;div id="posts-slidingdoor-left"&gt;&lt;div id="posts-slidingdoor-right"&gt;&lt;div style="height: 2356px;" id="posts" class="posts"&gt;   &lt;div class="posts" id="posts"&gt;      &lt;div class="day"&gt;    &lt;h3 class="date"&gt;Thursday, December 27, 2007&lt;/h3&gt;        &lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-top"&gt;&lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-bottom"&gt;&lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-left"&gt;&lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-right"&gt;&lt;div class="post" mode="class"&gt;      &lt;div class="post"&gt;       &lt;h4 class="posttitle"&gt;Whew!&lt;/h4&gt;              &lt;div class="posttext"&gt;Well Christmas is over and I can say it was way overwhelming. We went to Gigi's house on Christmas eve and there were so many people there, the house was crowded and so many people came over to look at me, people I've been told I'm related to but I've never seen before. I was glad when Grandma and then Mommy took me upstairs to where it was quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas day was less overwhelming but still on the tough side for me. We were at Grandma's house and Mommy's cousin Nathaniel spent the whole time trying to get in my face, thankfully Mommy and Grandma protected me. I got lots of cool stuff, a couple of care bears, a singing glow worm, a monkey with matching slippers and some clothes. Mommy says I need a toybox now since I have so many toys. One of my care bears is bigger than I am, it's pretty neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Mommy, Daddy and me are going to look at a new apartment. Mommy and Daddy are really hoping we get it because it would mean more space for us and laundry on site (which Mommy loves the idea of since she won't have to drive to the laundrymat every week). If they decide they want the apartment we'll be moving in February. Daddy's friend owns the building so that will be cool.&lt;/div&gt;                    &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div class="day"&gt;    &lt;h3 class="date"&gt;Wednesday, December 19, 2007&lt;/h3&gt;        &lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-top"&gt;&lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-bottom"&gt;&lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-left"&gt;&lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-right"&gt;&lt;div class="post" mode="class"&gt;      &lt;div class="post"&gt;       &lt;h4 class="posttitle"&gt;Busy few days&lt;/h4&gt;              &lt;div class="posttext"&gt;Mommy and Daddy took me to meet Santa on Sunday and he seemed like a nice enough guy. I really liked his house, it had lots of tinsel and lights on it, I loved staring at it so much Mommy and Daddy couldn't get me to look down for a picture (that'll teach em to dress me up in a tie).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that Monday night into Tuesday I wasn't going to sleep and nothing Mommy could do was going to change that. Daddy ended up waking up at 5 to help and then when I broke into hiccups at 6:30 he got up and took care of me until Mommy got up at 8 to get ready for school. Mommy, however, figured out that I wasn't sleeping well because I get hungry and bored so she gave me this cereal stuff and it was gross but it did the trick, I slept for longer than normal both times she gave it to me. She's telling me that I'm getting everynight for dinner as part of my bedtime routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Mommy is in the process of dying her hair so I should let her go rinse that stuff out so she and I can cuddle again.&lt;/div&gt;                    &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div class="day"&gt;    &lt;h3 class="date"&gt;Friday, December 14, 2007&lt;/h3&gt;        &lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-top"&gt;&lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-bottom"&gt;&lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-left"&gt;&lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-right"&gt;&lt;div class="post" mode="class"&gt;      &lt;div class="post"&gt;       &lt;h4 class="posttitle"&gt;Owie!&lt;/h4&gt;              &lt;div class="posttext"&gt;I HATE shots! Mommy and Daddy took me to see Dr. Vick today and she said I'm perfect and that I'm growing just like I should (I'm 22 1/4 inches long and 12 pounds 5 ounces now yay!) but after she left the nurse came back and tried to give me some stuff through my mouth (Mommy said it's the rotavirus vaccine) but she wasn't very good at it, she kept pinching my cheeks. Then came the shots. Daddy was nice to me and was playing with me and my doggie, Mommy held down my legs, not nice. The nurse really hurt me, I cried a lot. I was really upset until Mommy held me and Daddy helped calm me down. I hope we never have to do this again. I'm not feeling so well right now so I'm going to join Mommy for a nap (she's pretty sore and not feeling so well herself).&lt;/div&gt;                    &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div class="day"&gt;    &lt;h3 class="date"&gt;Wednesday, December 12, 2007&lt;/h3&gt;        &lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-top"&gt;&lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-bottom"&gt;&lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-left"&gt;&lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-right"&gt;&lt;div class="post" mode="class"&gt;      &lt;div class="post"&gt;       &lt;h4 class="posttitle"&gt;I'm so loved&lt;/h4&gt;              &lt;div class="posttext"&gt;Grandma Linn brought me an awesome toy that sings and I can lay on. It has a kitty and a tookie tookie bird. I think it's great it makes me really excited when it sings, the only problem with that is I get all worn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy got to come home with us last night so I didn't have to be without her all day and night. She seems to be doing alright since she's still holding me and feeding me... but she's feeding me different so she must still be hurting. I was so happy to see her today, I got to fall asleep on her shoulder while she was talking to Grandma earlier, I love sleeping on her shoulder.&lt;/div&gt;                    &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div class="day"&gt;    &lt;h3 class="date"&gt;Monday, December 10, 2007&lt;/h3&gt;        &lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-top"&gt;&lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-bottom"&gt;&lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-left"&gt;&lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-right"&gt;&lt;div class="post" mode="class"&gt;      &lt;div class="post"&gt;       &lt;h4 class="posttitle"&gt;Almost forgot&lt;/h4&gt;              &lt;div class="posttext"&gt;Mommy did something really cool today, she put up this sparkly thing next to my bed. She called it a "Christmas tree", the lights are cool. I saw a really big one at Grandma Shelley's this weekend that I liked too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea Mommy is proud of me, I almost rolled over today, I'm getting much closer she says, my shoulder keeps getting in the way but I'll get it soon.&lt;/div&gt;                    &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;        &lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-top"&gt;&lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-bottom"&gt;&lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-left"&gt;&lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-right"&gt;&lt;div class="post" mode="class"&gt;      &lt;div class="post"&gt;       &lt;h4 class="posttitle"&gt;Going to miss her&lt;/h4&gt;              &lt;div class="posttext"&gt;Mommy has surgery in the morning and she said she may not be home tomorrow night.... not cool. Grandma Linn is on her way up to help take care of me and Mommy but still no one is the same as Mommy as Daddy said this morning. I spent all morning keeping him up while Mommy went to a job interview and took some tests to finish a class. Then when Mommy got home I spent the rest of the morning talking to her, I love talking to Mommy it makes her laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tricked her good today too, I had to poop and like always Mommy waited for me to finish, well I gave up on my face scrunching and grunting and so she thought I was done, nope! I waited until Mommy threw the poopy diaper in the can and just before she could get the clean one open to go again, she got the clean one under me dirty but I still got her good. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Mommy won't be around when I wake up in the morning I'd better give her some attention now. I hope everyone has a good day. Mommy says she's taking me to see "Santa" this weekend and she'll try to get pictures out.&lt;/div&gt;                    &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div class="day"&gt;    &lt;h3 class="date"&gt;Monday, December 03, 2007&lt;/h3&gt;        &lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-top"&gt;&lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-bottom"&gt;&lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-left"&gt;&lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-right"&gt;&lt;div class="post" mode="class"&gt;      &lt;div class="post"&gt;       &lt;h4 class="posttitle"&gt;Achoo!&lt;/h4&gt;              &lt;div class="posttext"&gt;I have a cold and Mommy is worried. It's not bothering me much so I don't mind, it means I get to spend a lot of time in my favorite place, my swing. The only thing I don't like is Mommy putting drops up my nose and suctioning stuff out, I'm not fond of my cough either but I feel better after I do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy says I'm silly, I sleep in my play pen and play in my crib. Well of course I do, my crib has interesting things the spinning bears. I could stare at them for hours at a time if Mommy would let me. Besides Mommy reads to me when I'm in my crib and she makes funny voices when she reads. I keep getting books that rhyme and they are fun to listen to, not to mention Mommy has to stop to catch her breath, silly Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our kitties seem to be getting used to me finally. Ozzy looks up into the crib while I'm in there, Pumpkin tries to share Mommy's lap with me and Midnight likes me to pet her (well she pets herself with my hands or feet). Precious still seems afraid of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy said something that made me excited, I get to see both my grandmas next week. Grandma Shelley is going to watch me Sunday so Mommy can get the house spotless before her surgery and Grandma Linn is coming up to keep an eye on me while Mommy has her surgery and Daddy works. I'm going to be one well taken care of boy. I can't wait to tell them all my stories and show them how big my smile gets. I love my grandmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's time for my nap and Mommy says she has to do something about her back (silly lady overdid it shoveling yesterday, at least she can still hold me on the couch even if lifting me is hard) and her headache.&lt;/div&gt;                    &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div class="day"&gt;    &lt;h3 class="date"&gt;Sunday, December 02, 2007&lt;/h3&gt;        &lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-top"&gt;&lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-bottom"&gt;&lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-left"&gt;&lt;div class="post-slidingdoor-right"&gt;&lt;div class="post" mode="class"&gt;      &lt;div class="post"&gt;       &lt;h4 class="posttitle"&gt;Here we go&lt;/h4&gt;              &lt;div class="posttext"&gt;I've decided to start blogging early, yes I'm only 7 weeks old but since I have Mommy wrapped around my little finger (just like I wrap my fingers around her's) I've convinced her to type up blogs of the ongoings in my life so all of our family knows how I am doing, afterall everyone knows my mom can be pretty flaky from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing pretty well, Mom says she can see how much I've grown and just how smart I am. I talk to her on a daily basis and I'm getting used to smiling all the time. Mommy is also impressed that I'm no longer peeing on her while I'm taking my bath, I think it's because she's waiting until not long before I go to bed and she isn't feeding me until after my bath, one of these days though I'll get her again. I've also decided that jumping up and down on Mommy's belly is the best exercise I can get, she says that I won't be able to do it after her surgery so I may just have to jump on Daddy. She keeps telling me that this "tummy time" she's doing is good for me but it makes my neck tired, my head seems so heavy, must be a cruel joke they play on babies, give us big heads and expect us to hold them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy says I have to go to the doctor on the 14th for something called "shots" I don't know what they are but hopefully it'll be fun like most of my trips to see Dr. Vick, although that lady has some cold fingers, maybe Mommy should buy her mittens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy seems excited for "Christmas" and is talking about taking me to see this guy called "Santa" I'm not so sure about this especially if it means I'm going out in the cold but as long as Mommy is with me I should be okay. She said something about presents and me being spoiled rotten because of all the people that love me so it can't be all bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to make Mommy put some pictures of me on here too so everyone can see how big and handsome I am. 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