<?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-8821031433267653905</id><updated>2012-02-06T10:29:03.707-05:00</updated><category term='Katie'/><category term='Encyclopedia of Me'/><category term='love'/><category term='pregnancy'/><category term='free'/><category term='family'/><category term='Leia'/><category term='Parenting'/><title type='text'>jodi the girl</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>147</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-6270910868660275426</id><published>2011-11-22T19:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T19:00:01.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I don't blog enough, and how I blame my husband</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Yes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I am still here. Well, not HERE, on this blog, but still alive and kicking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame my husband. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, it all started back on Christmas Day last year. When I opened my last Christmas gift, and was totally shocked and surprised at receiving an iPad. I hadn't asked for one. I had no huge interest in having one. Yet, I did. In my hands. For me. (Well, not really. It was gifted as a "family gift." But more on that later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be completely honest, I didn't care much for the iPad at first. Call it old habits. Call it routine. Call it what you want, but that little iPad was a passing notion when I wanted to puruse online. Instead, I would heft my old familiar friend, my laptop, into my lap each day. And then something happened. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was pregnant. And it started to get uncomfortable hefting that hot laptop into my lap every day. The iPad was so much smaller and portable. Cue the pillows, the blankets, my comfy bed, and my new friend, the iPad propped up on my knees, against a pillow, or wherever the heck had me in a comfortable pregnant position that day...ahh, I had been converted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To further my love affair with the iPad was when my second daughter, Leia was born. Feedings were so much better with my trusty techy side-kick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is a perfect family gift. We all use and love it (well Leia not so much right now, but I'm sure she will in time). Katie has had countless fun with the educational and sometimes not-so-educational apps (Angry Birds, anyone?). And she enjoys watching her videos on YouTube. I think most importantly, she enjoys being able to get on and navigate the iPad herself. Little Miss Independent. And I won't admit that she may be better on the iPad then her parents are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does the iPad contribute to my lack of blogging? Well, since I'm on the iPad so much, I'm on my laptop so much less. And I do have to admit that I prefer to blog on a regular keyboard. The iPad (especially that autocorrect thing) make it a tad tedious of a process. So, since the iPad and I are such close companions now, my laptop,&amp;nbsp;along with&amp;nbsp;blogging, have been put on the back burner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it. The reason I blog less, and why I blame my husband. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I shall add "Blog More" to my list of New Year's resolutions. Oh good God, did I just jump ahead to New Year's already? This year has flown by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, perhaps I can make it up to you all (ahem, the handful of you) with a darling photo of two other reasons of how my time is consumed these days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RL60qJW127w/TsvmyMCrznI/AAAAAAAAA70/P17cceaOUWY/s1600/sisters.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RL60qJW127w/TsvmyMCrznI/AAAAAAAAA70/P17cceaOUWY/s320/sisters.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-6270910868660275426?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6270910868660275426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=6270910868660275426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/6270910868660275426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/6270910868660275426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/why-i-dont-blog-enough-and-how-i-blame.html' title='Why I don&apos;t blog enough, and how I blame my husband'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RL60qJW127w/TsvmyMCrznI/AAAAAAAAA70/P17cceaOUWY/s72-c/sisters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-5664433041481429862</id><published>2011-05-24T22:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T14:50:32.313-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Leia Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Monday, May 2, 2011, this beautiful little bundle of joy made her entrance into the world, weighing in at 6 lbs 14 ounces, and measuring 20 1/2 inches long.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-igeVB2irXEc/Tdxhq36z4WI/AAAAAAAAA7s/PuZik-UUlFs/s1600/Leia+107.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-igeVB2irXEc/Tdxhq36z4WI/AAAAAAAAA7s/PuZik-UUlFs/s320/Leia+107.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Leia was welcomed by Mommy, Daddy, and very special big sister, Katie.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(as well as big fur-brother, Optimus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CIL7EL2-XkE/TdxjfNdCA8I/AAAAAAAAA7w/EIh83mWJrK0/s1600/Leia+063.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CIL7EL2-XkE/TdxjfNdCA8I/AAAAAAAAA7w/EIh83mWJrK0/s320/Leia+063.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We are in love with the newest addition to our family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Details of her birth and how we're all adjusting coming soon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(I've been a little busy snuggling a certain newborn).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-5664433041481429862?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5664433041481429862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=5664433041481429862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/5664433041481429862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/5664433041481429862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2011/05/leia-grace.html' title='Leia Grace'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-igeVB2irXEc/Tdxhq36z4WI/AAAAAAAAA7s/PuZik-UUlFs/s72-c/Leia+107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-3810916318839655205</id><published>2011-04-22T12:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T12:55:42.291-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still wiped</title><content type='html'>Still wiped - I had my doctor do a strep throat culture&amp;nbsp; on me, but won't know the results until tomorrow. I went to bed early last night, but it didn't help. For the entire night, I could only sleep for about 20-30 minutes at a time. I couldn't get comfortable, and I alternated between having the chills and breaking out in a sweat. It was definitely a long, long night. I am exhausted today. And still feeling like crud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor's appointment went well, otherwise. My OB wants to do one more ultrasound to check on the position of the placenta. If it's moved enough, my c-section date may be moved to closer to my due date (May 19th). Nothing like the last minute, right? I know it's in the baby's best interest though to stay inside for the extra 10 days or so, if possible. But let me tell you, I'm looking forward to the end of this pregnancy. My body is just one achy mess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, I'm really looking forward to celebrating Easter with Katie. She's at an age now where I think she will have so much fun with everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p7-gMj_JjOs/TbGyvAE0jsI/AAAAAAAAA7o/DW3yT8a6lIQ/s1600/200807_10150127432853283_733743282_6674262_3661288_a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p7-gMj_JjOs/TbGyvAE0jsI/AAAAAAAAA7o/DW3yT8a6lIQ/s1600/200807_10150127432853283_733743282_6674262_3661288_a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #741b47; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy Easter!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-3810916318839655205?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3810916318839655205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=3810916318839655205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/3810916318839655205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/3810916318839655205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/still-wiped.html' title='Still wiped'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p7-gMj_JjOs/TbGyvAE0jsI/AAAAAAAAA7o/DW3yT8a6lIQ/s72-c/200807_10150127432853283_733743282_6674262_3661288_a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-3371222756552278120</id><published>2011-04-21T17:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T17:00:00.159-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wiped</title><content type='html'>After a day and a half of running a fever, the little one was diagnosed with Strep yesterday. She and I stayed home and tried to rest and relax with quiet time, movies, and cuddling. Katie seems to be doing fine, but Mommy is not, and I'll tell you why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Administering medication to a toddler is not fun. Actually, it is extremely emotionally draining to this Momma. Katie does not want to take her medicine, so administering it to her usually consists of me holding her arms down and my husband having to hold her head still while we try to squirt enough of the medicine in her mouth. A lot of it will be spit out, and spills down Katie's face, neck and into her hair, creating what I affectionately call "crunchy hair."&amp;nbsp; The poor little thing is so traumatized by the whole experience (as am I). Having to hold down your child is one of the worst things. And the tears, let's not forget the tears that follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I laid her down last night for bed, I told her I was sorry she was sick and having such a hard time taking her medicine. Then I went into my bedroom and just cried. It was such an emotionally draining day. And to think she has 8 1/2 more days of the meds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I am feeling like crud. I woke up with a sore throat, cough, and feel like I've been hit by a mack truck. I really hope it's all just because of the crying last night, which usually wears me out the next day. I see my doctor tomorrow, so we'll just hope it's nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you have advice for giving medicine to a fighting child, please let me know. We've tried offering her hershey kisses before and after (to help coat her tongue), offering a drink after to help chase the med down, letting her squeeze the medicine in her mouth by herself, and changing the flavor of the medicine. Nothing has helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 1/2 more days. 8 1/2 more days. 8 1/2 more days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-3371222756552278120?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3371222756552278120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=3371222756552278120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/3371222756552278120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/3371222756552278120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/wiped.html' title='Wiped'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-1673708758140760319</id><published>2011-04-15T13:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T13:13:08.268-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong number</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was looking through my blog stats recently. Under search keywords, I usually get results related to "newborn baby" or&amp;nbsp; "newborn baby girl in hospital."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This week I had a new search keyword phrase:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"transexual jodi residing colospring. co."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ummm no, sorry, you have the wrong person! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-1673708758140760319?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1673708758140760319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=1673708758140760319' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/1673708758140760319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/1673708758140760319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/wrong-number.html' title='Wrong number'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-4002522506421364484</id><published>2011-04-08T16:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T16:31:42.911-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Five for Friday - Mommy Woes</title><content type='html'>Five for Friday - Mommy/Pregnancy Woes...can you tell I'm nearing the end of this pregnancy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Swollen ankles and feet&lt;/span&gt;, which I know will be a thousand times worse after delivery.&lt;i&gt; I do not like it now, and I will not like it then.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Congestion.&lt;/span&gt; According to &lt;a href="http://www.babycenter.com/0_stuffy-nose-during-pregnancy_1076.bc"&gt;BabyCenter&lt;/a&gt;, "About 20 to 30 percent of pregnant women have congestion without having  allergies or a viral infection like the common cold. This condition even  has a name: rhinitis of pregnancy." Bonus! It has a name!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.webmd.com/baby/pregnancy-round-ligament-pain"&gt;Round. Ligament. Pain&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; I notice it more on my right side, especially when I'm putting more weight on that side when I sit, or when I sleep.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Head rush.&lt;/span&gt; Bending over to pick something up off the floor sends all the blood rushing to my head. Not a good thing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Trouble Sleeping. &lt;/span&gt;Toss and turn. Check clock Flip pillow. Check Clock. Legs out from under the covers. Check Clock. Legs back in. Check clock. Nudge hubby because he's snoring. Check clock. Oy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I'm not trying to complain. I know all of these things will go away in a matter of weeks, and I will be blessed with a sweet baby girl in their place. Well, everything except for the lack of sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-4002522506421364484?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4002522506421364484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=4002522506421364484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/4002522506421364484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/4002522506421364484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/five-for-friday-mommy-woes.html' title='Five for Friday - Mommy Woes'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-7893250747360403648</id><published>2011-04-07T10:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T10:28:04.282-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katie'/><title type='text'>Katie-isms</title><content type='html'>Just a few Katie-isms I want to jot down before I forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;When Katie is taking a bubble bath, she likes to take a handful of bubbles and slather them on her chin. She then says, "Ho, ho, ho, Merry Ho-Ho."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Speaking of bath time, beforehand Katie likes to weigh herself on the bathroom scale. I frequently tell her how much she weighs, which ranges between 27-29 lbs. Now Katie will weigh herself, and proclaim, "9 pounds!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When we leave the house each morning, Katie will say, "Bye house, see you ta-mellow"&amp;nbsp; When I repeat or try to correct her, saying "tomorrow," she will adamantly say, "No. Mellow!" Apparently our house reminds her of marshmallows?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've recently introduced an umbrella to Katie (you know what they say, "April Showers bring May Flowers). Katie however, refers to it as "Cinderella."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on another note, a conversation between me and my husband:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I'm only one person."&lt;br /&gt;(After a moment of silence) Husband: "Well, technically you're two right now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not for long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-7893250747360403648?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7893250747360403648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=7893250747360403648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/7893250747360403648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/7893250747360403648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/katie-isms.html' title='Katie-isms'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-480298390253180453</id><published>2011-04-01T14:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T14:29:36.209-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Five for Friday</title><content type='html'>Just some fun sites and links today of things that have been of interest to me lately. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://thislunchrox.com/"&gt;This Lunch Rox&lt;/a&gt; - Check out the creative, fun, and healthy lunches she makes for her children. I so want to start doing more of this with Katie's lunches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MO8j_V4TvjQ/TZYYOeSjGZI/AAAAAAAAA7g/IzFwX2VdsKU/s1600/0020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MO8j_V4TvjQ/TZYYOeSjGZI/AAAAAAAAA7g/IzFwX2VdsKU/s400/0020.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. This cute idea for Easter from &lt;a href="http://www.southernliving.com/home-garden/holidays-occasions/spring-table-settings-centerpieces-00400000041389/page8.html"&gt;Southern Living&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Aren't these little sheep adorable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-niH_FsHJa6Q/TZYYKaC6SXI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/pq_VOMoVUkQ/s1600/easter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-niH_FsHJa6Q/TZYYKaC6SXI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/pq_VOMoVUkQ/s320/easter.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://aliedwards.com/2011/03/around-the-room-living-with-your-photos-color-inc-giveaway.html"&gt;This post&lt;/a&gt; from Ali Edwards about displaying photos in your home. I've been wanting to put more family photos out and about in our home, and this is giving me a little kick-start inspiration to do so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. This adorable video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_JmA2ClUvUY?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. This super-easy and delicious recipe for Chili Cheese Dip, courtesy of my Aunt Bren (Hi Bren!). I'm so making it this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chili Cheese Dip&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;1 8 oz pkg cream cheese, softened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;1 can Hormel Chili&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Mexican Shredded Cheese, or other Shredded Cheese flavor of your choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Spread  cream cheese in the bottom of your baking dish. Spread chili on top and sprinkle with cheese.&amp;nbsp;  Bake at 350 until cheese is melted! Does it get any easier than that?? And trust me, it will be difficult to walk away from this dip!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;On a side note, has anyone spotted these Easter Runt candies anywhere? They're only out at Easter, and I always have the hardest time finding them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fh49n7vXBNo/TZYYMC0nZTI/AAAAAAAAA7c/bC-sBh3bFkw/s1600/candywarehouse_2149_29757788.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fh49n7vXBNo/TZYYMC0nZTI/AAAAAAAAA7c/bC-sBh3bFkw/s1600/candywarehouse_2149_29757788.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-480298390253180453?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/480298390253180453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=480298390253180453' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/480298390253180453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/480298390253180453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/five-for-friday.html' title='Five for Friday'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MO8j_V4TvjQ/TZYYOeSjGZI/AAAAAAAAA7g/IzFwX2VdsKU/s72-c/0020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-5829970694184486418</id><published>2011-03-29T15:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T20:18:49.469-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And we have a date!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The newest addition to our family will be making her appearance into this world on May 2, 2011&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fs69iqGVPHw/TZI36mfuk_I/AAAAAAAAA7U/byWomA1qXmE/s1600/booties.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fs69iqGVPHw/TZI36mfuk_I/AAAAAAAAA7U/byWomA1qXmE/s320/booties.jpg" width="237" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;baby booties by &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/61708038/3-6-months-baby-loafer-booties-crocheted?ref=cat3_gallery_31"&gt;handmadebabylove&lt;/a&gt; on etsy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;photo by &lt;a href="http://www.briehomerphotography.com/"&gt;brie homer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's ONE month from this coming Saturday - yikes! Time to get planning! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-5829970694184486418?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5829970694184486418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=5829970694184486418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/5829970694184486418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/5829970694184486418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/and-we-have-date.html' title='And we have a date!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fs69iqGVPHw/TZI36mfuk_I/AAAAAAAAA7U/byWomA1qXmE/s72-c/booties.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-3474838517678302136</id><published>2011-03-25T13:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T13:33:55.607-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katie'/><title type='text'>Techie Girl</title><content type='html'>Here's a conversation I had recently with Katie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Katie:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Momma's iPad?&lt;/i&gt; (as she glances at my night stand)&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, that is Momma's iPad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Katie:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Katie use it?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Would you like to use it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Katie:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Yes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: What would you like to do on it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Katie:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Play game.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Play game? (usually she watches movies/nursery rhyme clips on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/"&gt;You Tube&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Katie:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Yes. &lt;a href="http://www.rovio.com/index.php?page=angry-birds"&gt;Angry Birds&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-EL4HE8SWmcQ/TYzRwADmtuI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/BWjBofjNKNA/s1600/bird.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-EL4HE8SWmcQ/TYzRwADmtuI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/BWjBofjNKNA/s320/bird.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;featured on www.ohdeedoh.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you should see this kid on the iPad&amp;nbsp; - she knows exactly how to use it - how to get to You Tube and play her saved favorite movies, how to get to her apps, and now, how to play Angry Birds. Though she is always flinging the little buggers backward. She's a little techie girl - she takes after her father that way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I think I have a bit of a stomach bug. My tummy hasn't been feeling quite right for a couple of days. Thus, I'm sticking to a bland diet of toast, bananas, applesauce, and water. Let me tell you, I'm starving! I have a doctor's appointment for the baby today, so I'll ask about it just to be sure. I'm also &lt;strike&gt;making them &lt;/strike&gt;hoping they will give me a scheduled date for my c-section. It's hard to plan when you don't know what you're planning around. And the time is just flying by! I'm 32 weeks - eek!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-3474838517678302136?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3474838517678302136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=3474838517678302136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/3474838517678302136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/3474838517678302136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/techie-girl.html' title='Techie Girl'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-EL4HE8SWmcQ/TYzRwADmtuI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/BWjBofjNKNA/s72-c/bird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-7311066615914626386</id><published>2011-03-22T09:00:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T11:50:31.850-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katie'/><title type='text'>The Paci Fairy</title><content type='html'>The Paci Fairy visited our house last night. We've been talking about the Paci Fairy with Katie for a couple of weeks now to make the transition of giving up her pacifiers a little easier. We'd already minimized her use of pacifiers to sleep time - nap and bed time. However we wanted this transition to occur before the new baby arrives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a lot of research on how best to handle this milestone. I've seen a lot of great ideas and advice out there in blog land. One cute idea was to take the child to &lt;a href="http://www.buildabear.com/"&gt;Build-A-Bear&lt;/a&gt; and have the child pick out a special new stuffed animal. Before the new friend is sewn shut, the pacifiers are placed inside the stuffed animal. Sounds like a lovely idea, but I could just envision my daughter trying to rip that thing apart trying to get her paci's out of it. Ultimately, I went with the "Paci Fairy." The Paci Fairy comes to take the child's pacifiers to give to babies who need them, and in return leaves a special gift for the child for giving up his or her pacifiers, with the message that the child is a big kid now and doesn't need the pacifiers anymore.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to doing a lot of talking about the Paci Fairy over the last few weeks, I also took some books out from the library to read to Katie that talked about giving up the pacifier. She enjoyed these two:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Bye-Bye-Pacifier-Hensons-Muppet-Babies/dp/B000OSP2XI/ref=sr_1_5?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1300808101&amp;amp;sr=1-5"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Nl5LglRdA5c/TYjC6A98B0I/AAAAAAAAA7I/aYFE1KOGA0A/s1600/178px-Byebyepacifier.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Time-Give-Pacifier-Transition-Times/dp/1572245859/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1300808101&amp;amp;sr=1-2" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-HNLNq3iqgrA/TYjB-fZp6bI/AAAAAAAAA7A/rpIFZd2klPw/s1600/paci+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we made a card/letter for the Paci Fairy, and lastnight Katie put the card and her paci's in a little gift bag. I was surprised at how willing she was to do so. We walked out the front door, and she &lt;strike&gt;took forever &lt;/strike&gt;carefully found the perfect spot on the front steps to leave the bag for the Paci Fairy. We went right up to bed and did our normal bedtime routine. She asked once for her paci's but didn't get upset when I reminded her that the Paci Fairy was coming for them. She quickly and quietly went to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ha2saFsA4yo/TYjCAFK_ptI/AAAAAAAAA7E/RY1F_qjYnTY/s1600/bag.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ha2saFsA4yo/TYjCAFK_ptI/AAAAAAAAA7E/RY1F_qjYnTY/s200/bag.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie did wake up around 10:30 and couldn't settle herself back down. I think she didn't quite know what to do without her pacifier to soothe her. I tucked her back in, and she was quiet for about 45 minutes. She cried out once more, but then was quiet the rest of the night. When she finally woke up this morning (must have been a rough night because she slept an hour later than usual), we found her peering out of her crib and pointing at the toy left by the Paci Fairy. "What's that?" she repeated, followed by "Cat!" I don't think I've ever seen her so eager to get out of bed! She held tight to that cat all morning, at one point hugging it and saying, "My baby." So sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-n9nMtBb9Bq4/TYjDj3Ph6BI/AAAAAAAAA7M/-lAj2SnuioM/s1600/cat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-n9nMtBb9Bq4/TYjDj3Ph6BI/AAAAAAAAA7M/-lAj2SnuioM/s320/cat.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Round 1 Complete. Now let's see what the next few days have in store!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-7311066615914626386?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7311066615914626386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=7311066615914626386' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/7311066615914626386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/7311066615914626386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/paci-fairy.html' title='The Paci Fairy'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Nl5LglRdA5c/TYjC6A98B0I/AAAAAAAAA7I/aYFE1KOGA0A/s72-c/178px-Byebyepacifier.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-6374630227309862630</id><published>2011-03-18T14:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T14:02:47.108-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free'/><title type='text'>Free printables</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Check out&lt;/b&gt; these awesome sites offering free printables:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.ishareprintables.com/"&gt;I Share Printables&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.ishareprintables.com/page/6"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IYtE7VX1avM/TYOWmfVsc0I/AAAAAAAAA6w/Sa-0EHleKrs/s320/004+copy.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ishareprintables.com/page/3"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-R9Ug89FTXyA/TYOdTTyhdFI/AAAAAAAAA68/pKyCsIdpN1U/s320/IMG_4344_web2+copy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kindovermatter.com/p/kind-over-matters-freebies.html"&gt;Kind Over Matter&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ePIyAzf11UU/TYOaExuVW3I/AAAAAAAAA60/y7W1PtX2rSM/s320/4369904423_9e5890c06b_o.jpg" width="164" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-2J-NmxUlAYo/TYOaHIW_mdI/AAAAAAAAA64/DXBHfrmFrOU/s1600/4747921182_2341325796_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-2J-NmxUlAYo/TYOaHIW_mdI/AAAAAAAAA64/DXBHfrmFrOU/s320/4747921182_2341325796_b.jpg" width="247" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Do you have any good freebie sites/links? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-6374630227309862630?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6374630227309862630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=6374630227309862630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/6374630227309862630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/6374630227309862630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/free-printables.html' title='Free printables'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IYtE7VX1avM/TYOWmfVsc0I/AAAAAAAAA6w/Sa-0EHleKrs/s72-c/004+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-358743951334935287</id><published>2011-03-17T12:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T13:29:14.605-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><title type='text'>Bringing Home Baby</title><content type='html'>If you're like me, you may have done a ton of research (I may have done a little extra due to being on bed rest so long with my first daughter) to prepare you for having a baby. There is a lot of information out there in the form of books, videos, classes, and on the web. I remember vowing to read every book available on the subject of parenting prior to having my first child. I envisioned myself sitting in a rocking chair by a lamp every evening, soaking up the words of wisdom offered by doctors, professionals, and other parents to ready myself for what was to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reality, however, you can only prepare so much. Because honestly, there is nothing that can 100% prepare you for having your first child. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some tips and suggestions however that might make this transition a little easier for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;1. Stocking up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before your new bundle of joy arrives, stock the freezer and the pantry. There is nothing better than having a meal ready to simply warm up and eat, and not having to worry about having the energy to cook a nice meal. You'll need a well-balanced diet more than ever right now, as your body is adjusting and recovering in so many ways. You will especially need a healthy diet if you're &lt;a href="http://www.webmd.com/food-recipes/features/your-nutritional-needs-while-breastfeeding"&gt;breast-feeding&lt;/a&gt; your baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, stock the freezer with meals you can prepare ahead of time. Here are some helpful sites with recipes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freezehappy.com/"&gt;Freeze Happy!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dinnersinthefreezer.com/"&gt;Dinners in the Freezer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.30mealsinoneday.com/"&gt;30 Meals in One Day&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Also check out &lt;a href="http://www.mealbaby.com/"&gt;MealBaby&lt;/a&gt; - a great site for registering yourself or someone you know to receive meals from family, friends, and the community during this time of transition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need to order out, keep a pile of take-out menus offering delivery in your area within easy reach.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Organizing your Birth Plan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't mean your hospital's birth plan, but rather &lt;i&gt;your own&lt;/i&gt; plan for your baby's birth and transition home. Some things to consider:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Creating a list of people and phone numbers you'd like to have contacted with news of the baby's birth.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Setting up pet-care for your fur-babies. Who can stop by to let Rosco out during the day, take him for a quick walk, and feed him while you are recovering in the hospital? If you're scheduled for a c-section, is there someone who can take your pet for a few days?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Setting up child-care for your other children if this is not your first pregnancy. A lot of family members would probably like to be in the hospital waiting room awaiting the new arrival. Where does that leave your older child(ren), especially if he or she can not or should not be sitting in the waiting room too? (It's probably not the best place for a three-year old). Make sure you have someone you can count on (particularly at say two in the morning when your water breaks) and who your child is comfortable with to watch your child(ren) while you are welcoming this new baby into the world.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having someone available to help you for the first couple days or weeks. This time will be a huge transition for your and your spouse/partner, and it is wonderful to have someone you can count on to help during this time. Perhaps this person is willing to get up for one of the night-time feedings so you can get a little more sleep. Maybe they can help with loading the dishes in the dishwasher or throwing a load of laundry in. It may be nice just to have someone there to listen and offer advice, especially if they've already been through this parenting thing a time or two. This person could be a parent, in-law, sibling, close friend, or a combination of different people. Be sure you have this organized ahead of time. Ask for the help - don't necessarily assume it's a given. Though I'm sure there will be many people who will offer to help in any way they can when the baby arrives. Simply having a friend drop by who is willing to watch your baby for an hour while you take a nap can be one of the biggest blessings of all.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Do Not Expect Too Much of Yourself&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wants to be the perfect parent. Truth is, there is not a perfect parent out there. You need to let go of these expectations, for they can lead to disappointment and added stress. This time is foreign to both you and your baby, however, it is a time of learning, growing, and loving together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't expect too much of yourself during this transition. There are some days, or moments, when you may be feeling great and think you can conquer the world. Then there might be other times when you're still be in your pj's at 2 in the afternoon, you haven't showered in days, and you're completely and utterly exhausted wondering how you can do even one more minute of this. &lt;i&gt;I want you to know that it is okay to feel whatever you're feeling.&lt;/i&gt; I know for me, the first couple of days following my daughter's birth, I was on a natural high - I couldn't sleep (and I really didn't want to); I was just so excited. Then there was a time when we were home from the hospital, in a new and foreign home, with a new baby (who wasn't yet sleeping through the night&amp;nbsp; - can you imagine?!) I was recovering from surgery and my hormones were all over the place, and I was just so exhausted, both mentally and physically. I cried a lot during that time. And you know what? That is okay. Whatever emotions you are feeling are yours to feel. Do not feel ashamed or think you're a bad mother for having emotional difficulties. Because it happens to the majority of us. Over time, you will learn to read your child's cues and you'll have some sort of schedule with your baby. You'll become more comfortable with your child and in your role as a parent. Just remember, &lt;i&gt;this too shall pass&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;4. Take Time for Yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In those first few weeks of my daughter's life my doctor suggested that I load her in the car seat and take a drive. The destination didn't matter - a  quick stop through the drive-thru, an errand, or simply just driving  around with no intended destination. He wanted me to get out of my world  at home and into "the real world" for a bit, to feel connected and refreshed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take time for yourself. Ask your spouse or relative to watch the baby for a few minutes so you can rejuvenate with a shower. Take the baby for a walk in the stroller - you'll be thankful for the fresh air and change of scenery. When you're comfortable, allow someone you trust to stay with your baby for a couple of hours while you and your spouse enjoy a quiet dinner out. Taking a little time for yourself will not only be beneficial to you, but to your baby as well.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I hope these ideas are helpful in some way. Having a new baby can be a huge adjustment, but it is also one of the most wonderful and special times you'll experience in life. Pretty soon you'll be welcoming that first grin and you'll know right then that everything is worth it. And before you know it, your child will be transitioning to toddler-hood, and you'll be left wondering where the time went. Cherish these first few months, and take care of yourself in the process.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-358743951334935287?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/358743951334935287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=358743951334935287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/358743951334935287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/358743951334935287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/bringing-home-baby.html' title='Bringing Home Baby'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-5806504495306041436</id><published>2011-03-11T13:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T13:26:10.708-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><title type='text'>First-time Parenting</title><content type='html'>In continuation of my &lt;a href="http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/planning.html"&gt;last post&lt;/a&gt;, I'd like to elaborate on that time in my life. While it is cathartic for me, my true hope is that it might help someone else out there somehow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A baby is a blessing. And our daughter was and is still a big blessing in our lives. I simply could not imagine my life without her. But I can not tell you that when she was born that everything was easy and perfect. I think sometimes that as first time mothers we all have these expectations and ideas of how parenting should and will be. You hear and read about all of these wonderful stories from other moms, and no one really tells you about the difficulties and struggles you as a new mom will face. And it's kind of taboo to talk about. Some family and friends will understand, while others will have no clue how to handle what you're going through or how to support you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will admit that on the other side of that joyous time of my daughter's birth and the closing of our first home came many challenges and struggles. In addition to combining the birth of our first child with the closing of our first home (as if that weren't enough), there were many other factors that came up that increased our stress levels.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the wee hours following my daughter's birth, it was discovered that she had a low body temperature. She spent time in the nursery, and after many tests it was also discovered that her white blood count was high, suggesting that she may be fighting an infection. The hospital where she was delivered was unable to get an I.V. successfully into her, so she needed to be transferred to a bigger hospital with a NICU an hour away. I was transferred to the same hospital the next day to continue my recovery. Katie needed to stay in the hospital for a week, for monitoring and medication. I was able to stay for half that time. One of the hardest things is having to leave your newborn in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband was making trips back and forth from our old apartment to the new house to move our belongings. He was also cleaning and painting various rooms in our new home. In between, he would come to visit us in the hospital. It was a difficult time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even more difficult was when we were all finally out of the hospital and at home together, when the visits and calls had quieted down, and it was just the three of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we tried our best to avoid them occurring together, moving into a new home at the time of our first daughter's birth was probably the most stressful time in our lives. Imagine bringing home a new baby while all of your belongings are in boxes and a state of disarray. As a new mom, I think most can relate that we want things to be "just so." Hence why most of us usually going through a stage of &lt;a href="http://www.mamashealth.com/pregnancy/nesting.asp"&gt;nesting &lt;/a&gt;during pregnancy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Added to that was my own recovery from surgery, operating on much less sleep, trying to get the nursing thing down, my body seeming foreign to me, and my hormones trying to balance themselves back out, it was a truly difficult time for all of us. We somehow got through those first few weeks and months. In the moment, it didn't seem possible, but we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm approaching the home stretch of my second pregnancy, and while I know this time will be easier and less stressful than it was with my first, I still acknowledge that it will be a huge transition, for each of us, in uniquely different ways. Thankfully, this time around I know where things are located in my home and I won't be digging through boxes and trying to unpack while taking care of a newborn.&amp;nbsp; We will be a little more prepared this time. I'm sure there will still be some ups and downs along the journey, but I know we'll make it through to the other side once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please come back for my next post, where I will talk about ways to prepare for the addition of a new child, as well as tips for getting through those first few weeks. (I think it goes without saying that it is not best or wise to take on two &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Holmes_and_Rahe_stress_scale"&gt;major life events&lt;/a&gt; at once!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-5806504495306041436?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5806504495306041436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=5806504495306041436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/5806504495306041436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/5806504495306041436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/first-time-parenting.html' title='First-time Parenting'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-2405821819359112991</id><published>2011-03-09T16:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T13:26:42.689-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><title type='text'>Planning</title><content type='html'>I was purging out my desk at work today (ah, good ol' spring cleaning. Or maybe it's nesting?) and came across my appointment book from 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I probably shouldn't admit that I actually had appointment books dating back to&lt;u&gt; 2008 &lt;/u&gt;in my desk!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was glancing through said appointment book, I came across the week of June 15, 2009. Oh, the memories from that week. Yup, there was my scheduled ultrasound on June 17th. And then the closing of our house on June 18th, which I had scheduled off. And then my next prenatal appointment on June 19th. Our baby was due June 22. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how you can plan and plan to your heart's content, but truly there is only one Master Planner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I only made one of those scheduled appointments; the ultrasound on June 17th. That was the day radiology sent me directly to my doctor's office for an NST to check on my daughter, as my amniotic fluid was low. I'll never forget the doctor's words and the expression on his face when he said he wanted to induce me. I looked right at him and said, "You're kidding, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My doctor knew we were closing on our house the next day, so was willing to wait until then (he felt things were not serious enough to not be able to wait). He asked me to come back in that evening to monitor the baby again. When I left, my mind was everywhere - &lt;i&gt;Oh, my goodness, we could have a baby tomorrow. Oh my goodness, we could have our house tomorrow. Oh my goodness, how in the world do we do both??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I ran around like mad people. We went to the bank, then we went to see our lawyer to sign some things early just in case I didn't make it back for the closing, then we scrambled to get back home so I could pack my hospital bag, and finally we headed to the hospital for that evening's appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again everything was fine, so he did a quick check, and sent us home for the evening. The plan was for a morning induction, followed by my husband and me closing on our home, and then back to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 10 o'clock that night, I started having contractions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never made it to our walk-thru or the house closing the next day. Instead I lay in a hospital bed, breathing through contractions, while my husband went to these appointments with his father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late that evening we had in our "possessions" both the keys to our first home, and a beautiful baby daughter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-2405821819359112991?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2405821819359112991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=2405821819359112991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/2405821819359112991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/2405821819359112991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/planning.html' title='Planning'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-9057239840792758570</id><published>2011-02-23T11:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T11:12:03.348-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZOFBIWqbGI/TWUxtLWDR3I/AAAAAAAAA6U/7SBwlehF2V0/s1600/katieclown.2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZOFBIWqbGI/TWUxtLWDR3I/AAAAAAAAA6U/7SBwlehF2V0/s320/katieclown.2.jpg" width="303" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-9057239840792758570?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9057239840792758570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=9057239840792758570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/9057239840792758570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/9057239840792758570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/wordless-wednesday_23.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZOFBIWqbGI/TWUxtLWDR3I/AAAAAAAAA6U/7SBwlehF2V0/s72-c/katieclown.2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-8917517363044258628</id><published>2011-02-22T20:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T13:46:44.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Very, very Pinteresting</title><content type='html'>I've recently discovered and &lt;strike&gt;become addicted to&lt;/strike&gt; have fallen in love with &lt;a href="http://www.pinterest.com/"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinterest is a great place to share things you've found and love out there in internet land. It's also a great place to discover new and inspirational ideas. &lt;a href="http://www.pinterest.com/"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/a&gt; says, "Think of Pinterest as a virtual pinboard — a place where you can create  collections of things you love and "follow" collections created by  people with great taste."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, here are some of the things I've "pinned" or tagged on my boards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uf3BPyXasso/TWfyXcAibdI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/j9U7UzYblM4/s1600/entry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uf3BPyXasso/TWfyXcAibdI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/j9U7UzYblM4/s320/entry.jpg" width="229" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bystephanielynn.com/"&gt;bystephanielynn.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love this idea for a small entry. I need a tall, thin table like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7uOUEXso264/TWfyeKyGl4I/AAAAAAAAA6o/tQ0a7q991M4/s1600/oar+shelf.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7uOUEXso264/TWfyeKyGl4I/AAAAAAAAA6o/tQ0a7q991M4/s1600/oar+shelf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://abeachcottage.com/"&gt;abeachcottage.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love this oar shelf - how clever!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q9e0oru1qSM/TWfyZM1NcXI/AAAAAAAAA6c/GjXvZAtjKMs/s1600/kid+art.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q9e0oru1qSM/TWfyZM1NcXI/AAAAAAAAA6c/GjXvZAtjKMs/s1600/kid+art.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yourdecoratinghotline.com/"&gt;&amp;nbsp;yourdecoratinghotline.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't this a ingenious way to display your children's art work? Bye-bye clutter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bQFDqP-Dx30/TWfycZOhG-I/AAAAAAAAA6k/rq8zjTV0xsw/s1600/nursery+print.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bQFDqP-Dx30/TWfycZOhG-I/AAAAAAAAA6k/rq8zjTV0xsw/s1600/nursery+print.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://etsy.com/"&gt;etsy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Isn't this just darling for a nursery?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G1HZlXX1_tw/TWfyaxUd22I/AAAAAAAAA6g/GIbzSkgosIE/s1600/nursery.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G1HZlXX1_tw/TWfyaxUd22I/AAAAAAAAA6g/GIbzSkgosIE/s1600/nursery.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://potterybarn.com/"&gt;potterybarn.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Speaking of nurseries, isn't this one gorgeous?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am the type to always have multiple tabs open on my browser as I peruse blogland and the internet, and stumble upon inspiration and ideas I want to try. My bookmark folder is insanely long. My solution now? &lt;a href="http://www.pinterest.com/"&gt;Pinterest&lt;/a&gt;! When I discover something I want to remember/view again later, I can simply pin it on one of my boards, and voila - it's saved and organized for me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Interested? If so, &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/jodib/"&gt;come visit me&lt;/a&gt;!&amp;nbsp; Better yet, sign up!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;(And let me know you did!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-8917517363044258628?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8917517363044258628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=8917517363044258628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/8917517363044258628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/8917517363044258628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/very-very-pinteresting.html' title='Very, very Pinteresting'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uf3BPyXasso/TWfyXcAibdI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/j9U7UzYblM4/s72-c/entry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-6187020792153745172</id><published>2011-02-18T08:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T14:21:36.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Five for Friday</title><content type='html'>I'm 27 weeks along in my pregnancy, as of yesterday. In just 12 weeks, we'll be welcoming our newest bundle of joy into our lives! I'm excited and nervous all at the same time. It will be a big transition for everyone. I worry about how it will impact Katie. She's such a Mommy's girl, and I don't want her to feel as though she's loved any less. And then there's the &lt;strike&gt;dog&lt;/strike&gt; puppy, aka the 9 month old goofy beast of an animal. And of course, how about Mom and Dad? It'll be a juggle of new roles, different routines, less sleep, etc. I'm hoping for a &lt;i&gt;somewhat&lt;/i&gt; smooth transition for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm extremely stuffy these last few days. (It doesn't help that there isn't a window in my office). And I'm starting to having some mild swelling in my hands and feet. Other than some minor aches and pains related to pregnancy, I'm feeling pretty good. I have my next doctor's appointment next week, along with the dreaded glucose test. Hopefully I'll pass it this time on the first try, and won't need to go in for the 3 hour test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rkPqorItsYE/TV7Gg6xcr5I/AAAAAAAAA6M/XHQey04oj5U/s1600/tabasco_cheezit.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rkPqorItsYE/TV7Gg6xcr5I/AAAAAAAAA6M/XHQey04oj5U/s1600/tabasco_cheezit.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you tried these yet? Delicious! I stuck them in hubby's stocking at Christmas, and was hesitant to try them, but they're actually really good. They're not really all that hot and spicy&amp;nbsp; - even Katie likes them. Be warned, they are addicting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring is in the air! I finally found my winter coat (the outside  liner), and then the last few days it's been in the 50's! I love it. It  gives me inspiration to clean and organize, and totally get into that &lt;i&gt;spring cleaning thing&lt;/i&gt;. I can't wait to be able to spend time outdoors again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was driving with Katie in the car. I asked her, "Katie, what are you doing?" Her response? &lt;i&gt;"Picking nose."&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-6187020792153745172?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6187020792153745172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=6187020792153745172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/6187020792153745172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/6187020792153745172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/five-for-friday_18.html' title='Five for Friday'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rkPqorItsYE/TV7Gg6xcr5I/AAAAAAAAA6M/XHQey04oj5U/s72-c/tabasco_cheezit.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-7681218890439260317</id><published>2011-02-11T16:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T16:32:51.687-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Five for Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My little girl is&lt;b&gt; Little Miss Manners&lt;/b&gt; lately. She's been saying, "More, please" for a while now, and over the last few days she's been saying, "No, thank you." Katie, would you like a snack? &lt;i&gt;"No, thank you."&lt;/i&gt; Katie, would you like some juice? &lt;i&gt;"No, thank you."&lt;/i&gt; I love it! I'm just waiting for her to use it to her advantage though. Katie, please come get your diaper changed. &lt;i&gt;"No, thank you."&lt;/i&gt; ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/b&gt; is just around the corner, and my husband keeps asking me what I want, but will not tell me what he wants. So, we keep having the same conversation - Him: What do you want for Valentine's Day?" Me: Nothing. What do you want? Him: Nothing. What do &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; want? Rinse. Lather. Repeat. (Or is that Lather, Rinse, Repeat?) I have a feeling we'll be asking these same questions of each other come Monday. I did pick up a few things for Katie though, much to my husband's chagrin who thinks Valentine's Day is only for couples. Katie and I will also be making Valentine's cupcakes for the occasion. Any excuse for making and eating cupcakes is a good one, right? Yum!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;13 weeks until my due date. &lt;b&gt;13 weeks.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;Sometimes it feels like it's coming too fast. Other times it feels like time is passing so slow. Especially when I'm experiencing the back aches and other common symptoms of pregnancy. I mean, it does get hard to breathe sometimes when you have a giant basketball belly. I'm just saying. And getting up from a seated position on the floor? &lt;i&gt;Forget it. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been &lt;b&gt;baking&lt;/b&gt; more. Yes, me. &lt;i&gt;Baking&lt;/i&gt;. For those who know me - I can cook, but I can't bake. I'm trying to change that. I've had two successful batches of homemade chocolate chip cookies, banana bread, and I'm pretty good at the cupcake thing. I think I'll stick with the basics for a bit, and then look to expand my recipe repertoire. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ahh, it's officially my weekend. I've got just a few &lt;i&gt;must-get-dones&lt;/i&gt; on the&lt;b&gt; to-do list&lt;/b&gt;. Let's see if it'll actually be accomplished. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-7681218890439260317?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7681218890439260317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=7681218890439260317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/7681218890439260317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/7681218890439260317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/five-for-friday.html' title='Five for Friday'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-8082088236882863272</id><published>2011-02-02T14:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T14:56:56.429-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katie'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TUg3Ny7o5KI/AAAAAAAAA6E/8lNy8Y_YM-Q/s1600/katiekiss.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="293" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TUg3Ny7o5KI/AAAAAAAAA6E/8lNy8Y_YM-Q/s320/katiekiss.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm just falling more and more in love with this little girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From her sweet kisses, to her tight leg or neck squeezes, I just can't get enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; her increasing vocabulary that astounds me every day and how her sentences are getting longer, such as, "Uh oh. I dropped it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; that she is starting to name her stuffed animals - currently there is Pootsie the Dr. Seuss character, and Lulu the giraffe. And I love her attachment to certain ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I &lt;b&gt;adore&lt;/b&gt; her sweetness with her stuffed animals and baby dolls; how she swaddles them in blankets, pushes them around in her stroller, feeds them bottles, attempts to change their diapers, and snuggles them close against her, giving them a gentle pat on the back. I keep telling her she will be a great big sister.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; when she will randomly point at my belly and refer by name to the little one growing inside me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I absolutely &lt;b&gt;adore&lt;/b&gt; her sense of humor, her silliness, her joking, and that smirk she always gives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; how she asks for the following when we get home from day care each day: "Elmo? Moo-ee? Watch it? Lay down? Daddy sit you?" Which translates into, 'Can I lay down on the couch and unwind with my favorite Elmo movie with my Daddy?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; how she hates to see me cry, and she herself will in turn start to cry, saying, "No, Momma." Such an empathetic little heart, she has.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; how she always wants to help, from emptying the dishwasher to dusting to folding laundry.&amp;nbsp; It's both entertaining and sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; that she always wants to be sure that Mom and Dad have a piece  of candy from her Claw Machine before she gets one for herself.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think it's so &lt;b&gt;sweet&lt;/b&gt; the way she talks to our dog, Optimus, how she calls him, "Op Buddy" and that she insists on giving him a hug goodnight before bed each evening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think it's &lt;b&gt;adorable&lt;/b&gt; how she wants to copy me so much lately - from the  way I hold my applesauce container, to blowing on my food to cool it  down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I &lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt; her sweet little voice, especially when she sings along to a song.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #741b47; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am completely in love with this little girl of mine. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-8656426035945223192?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8656426035945223192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=8656426035945223192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/8656426035945223192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/8656426035945223192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2011/02/smitten.html' title='Smitten'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TUg3Ny7o5KI/AAAAAAAAA6E/8lNy8Y_YM-Q/s72-c/katiekiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-1886320651148918273</id><published>2011-01-29T15:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T14:08:31.736-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><title type='text'>Quick update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TUR_nLQ2UKI/AAAAAAAAA58/YkR7g5pEAmA/s1600/001X0797_small.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TUR_nLQ2UKI/AAAAAAAAA58/YkR7g5pEAmA/s320/001X0797_small.gif" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby looks well. Placenta previa looks...well complete. The ultrasound tech said there's no question I have &lt;a href="http://www.babycenter.com/0_placenta-previa_830.bc"&gt;complete previa&lt;/a&gt;, but offered me lots of reassurance on how often he sees it and how it shouldn't cause many problems (unless there is &lt;a href="https://health.google.com/health/ref/Placenta+abruptio"&gt;placental abruption&lt;/a&gt;) especially since I'm already scheduled for a c-section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm just trying to take it a little easy for the remainder of the pregnancy - minimizing lifting, including that of Katie. It can be difficult sometimes, but we get lots of snuggle time on the couch and such. She's also loving the increased independence, like walking to and from the car while holding my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the support and prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-1886320651148918273?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1886320651148918273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=1886320651148918273' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/1886320651148918273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/1886320651148918273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/quick-update.html' title='Quick update'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TUR_nLQ2UKI/AAAAAAAAA58/YkR7g5pEAmA/s72-c/001X0797_small.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-5082923548992667730</id><published>2011-01-28T12:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T12:55:51.525-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Five for Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TUMC5rS7iyI/AAAAAAAAA54/HsH1sp8mO84/s1600/thanksgiving-dinner-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TUMC5rS7iyI/AAAAAAAAA54/HsH1sp8mO84/s320/thanksgiving-dinner-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Every day when I'm driving to pick up Katie from day care at 5pm, I pass a house with a big picture window. And every day at exactly the same time, the family is gathering to sit down for dinner. Every day, I think about how nice this is. And then I think, that poor woman who has to make sure dinner is on the table by 5pm on the dot, each night. (Though perhaps someone else does the cooking - I'm just assuming.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;2. I'm ready for spring. I'm tired of the cold and the snow. Seriously, if we get any more snow, I don't know where we'll put it. This winter has been extraordinary. The snowbanks are dangerously high at intersections, and well, it's just not fun anymore! I'm ok with the first few snow falls, but after the holidays, I'm ready for it to be done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Each morning this week when I awoke, I thought it was the weekend. &lt;i&gt;Every single morning.&lt;/i&gt; That is not the way to start your (work) day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;4. I've been craving lots of sweets lately. Mostly candy. Especially those &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oryans.com/sweet-tart-hearts1.html" style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Sweetart Hearts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt; that are out right now for Valentine's Day. Mmm. I try very hard to eat healthy, so when I do indulge my craving, I end up feeling pretty sick to my stomach for a couple of hours. You would think I'd learn. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I'm so thankful it's the weekend. We don't have any major plans, and that's exactly how I like it after being on the go almost non-stop since the holidays. Hopefully we'll get to some neglected housework and laundry, while mixing in some fun and relaxation. What are your weekend plans? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-5082923548992667730?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5082923548992667730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=5082923548992667730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/5082923548992667730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/5082923548992667730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/five-for-friday.html' title='Five for Friday'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TUMC5rS7iyI/AAAAAAAAA54/HsH1sp8mO84/s72-c/thanksgiving-dinner-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-1860943666134885041</id><published>2011-01-26T21:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T14:06:54.236-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><title type='text'>We're expecting a....</title><content type='html'>I promised I'd be better with this blog, and it's still collecting cobwebs. Sometimes I have all these ideas swirling in my head of things to write about, but when the page loads and the empty white box stares back at me, I'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;speechless&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful time in Maine a couple of weekends ago, celebrating Christmas with family. Katie loved spending time with her cousins - so much so, that she refused to take a nap on Saturday and then ended up crashing at dinner time while she was eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TUGM57dQWnI/AAAAAAAAA5o/FBNGYyqIyug/s1600/katie141.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566885541247474290" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TUGM57dQWnI/AAAAAAAAA5o/FBNGYyqIyug/s400/katie141.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, (and for those who are friends with me on facebook, you already know this) we found out at the end of December what this little cupcake in my belly will be:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TUGOAm5RCHI/AAAAAAAAA5w/JZccoXcy0Rc/s1600/girlbaby.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566886755498526834" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TUGOAm5RCHI/AAAAAAAAA5w/JZccoXcy0Rc/s320/girlbaby.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 201px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, another girl! While hubby would love to pass on his family name, I think it is great that Katie will have a little sister. I grew up with a younger sister (we're 2 years apart), and we're the best of friends. I'm thankful Katie will be able to have that special sister relationship and bond. We DO have a name picked out, but we won't be sharing before the little one's arrival. Ernie got the choice of first name this time, and I got the middle name - both having veto power, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The jury is still out on whether we'll try for baby #3 in the future. Ernie was adamant that this is it, but is now unsure. I'd love to have a little boy - though I know we don't control these things. My husband is the III, so there is extra pressure (not from him or I) to pass along not only the family name, but his name. But again, those things are not in our control and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we are so very thankful for a healthy baby that is growing inside me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a related side note, I do have &lt;a href="http://www.babycenter.com/0_placenta-previa_830.bc"&gt;placenta previa&lt;/a&gt; again. The doctors are going to monitor it closely, and so far there are only minimal limitations. I'm praying the previa resolves itself, and there are no complications. I have been blessed with an easy pregnancy thus far, especially compared to my first pregnancy. There isn't a day that goes by that I am not mindful of and grateful for this blessing. If you feel inclined to, I covet your prayers in regards to this pregnancy condition. I have an ultrasound Friday, so I should have more information then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-1860943666134885041?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1860943666134885041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=1860943666134885041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/1860943666134885041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/1860943666134885041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/were-expecting.html' title='We&apos;re expecting a....'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TUGM57dQWnI/AAAAAAAAA5o/FBNGYyqIyug/s72-c/katie141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-2959767341861776298</id><published>2011-01-14T17:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T17:00:03.407-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm still here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; One of my goals for the year is to blog more, and I'm clearly not on the right track for that, now am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we're all still recovering from the holidays, and getting into the swing of a new year. We had a nice Christmas, though Katie was a little overwhelmed with all of the gift-opening, and asked for a nap halfway through the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TTCVyN8VOdI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/CnYRIlldQPE/s1600/katie139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TTCVyN8VOdI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/CnYRIlldQPE/s320/katie139.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562110229771270610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was still opening her gifts at 6pm that night. My Christmas got a little exciting when I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stung by a bee&lt;/span&gt;. Yes, you heard me right. Stung by a bee in New England in the middle of winter. My family came to spend the holidays with us, but unfortunately they were sick and had to leave early. We were all pretty bummed by that. Katie still talks about where everyone sat for meals at the dining table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas isn't over for us, though - we're celebrating again this weekend with more of my family. I'm looking forward to seeing my family, and having Katie get to spend time with her cousins. It should be a fun-filled weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, hopefully next week I'll be back into the swing of things, and be a little more regular with posting here. Until then, how about a picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TTCVyYePt6I/AAAAAAAAA5g/_bkJWM47y0w/s1600/katie140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TTCVyYePt6I/AAAAAAAAA5g/_bkJWM47y0w/s320/katie140.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562110232597870498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I forgot to mention that Katie got sick on Christmas - this was right after. She's putting on the best face that she can, poor little thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-2959767341861776298?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2959767341861776298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=2959767341861776298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/2959767341861776298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/2959767341861776298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/still-here.html' title='Still here'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TTCVyN8VOdI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/CnYRIlldQPE/s72-c/katie139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-4847831429692199114</id><published>2010-12-20T13:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T14:02:37.539-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The most expensive wash cloth</title><content type='html'>Taking a minute to catch my breath amongst the craziness of this week - last minute shopping, gift wrapping, cleaning, getting the house ready for Christmas and the guests we'll be having over the holidays...phew! The month just flew right by; I can't believe Christmas is in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last week has been hectic. My darling 1 1/2 year old daughter decided to shove her wash cloth down the drain during bath time. And it clogged the pipes. There were unsuccessful attempts to find the missing wash cloth ourselves. Then we needed to have a plumber come in. I was a nervous wreck while he was here, as all I really heard were power tools as he cut a hole in the hall closet to access the pipes. Only to find something stuck about 3 feet in, but unable to clear it. He recommended we call in a place like Roto Rooter, so they could bring in their "machinery." Just what I wanted to hear. So we had the Rooter people come in with their "big machines," and they were able to bust the clog through the pipes, and all was well. I probably could have kissed the men, but I refrained. $300 and lots of clogged-pipe-stress later, we had our bath tub back. Praise the Lord, as we have family coming for over a week during the holidays, and we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kind of&lt;/span&gt; need the bath tub. My daughter is now grounded until she is 18, and we have installed "safety precautions" in the drain. Hindsight is 20/20, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Warning, may contain TMI) - Then we came home Friday evening to find our poor dog had been sick. After scrubbing out his crate, and giving him a nice bath, we called it a night. Except he still wasn't well. He had another "accident" in his crate and spent the entire next day straining to go to the bathroom everytime he went out to potty. I'm sure our neighbors truly appreciated our 10 pm "intervention" out in the yard. Picture my husband holding the dog, and me with a flashlight between my knees, holding the dog's tail up and...well, you get the picture. We were afraid he'd eaten something he shouldn't have, and after doing some research, we rethought our hypothesis and thought maybe he had colitis. Treatment includes fasting for a day, followed by a bland diet. So far, so good. *knocks on wood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping that's all the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;excitement &lt;/span&gt;we'll have for awhile, and we can just sit back and enjoy the holidays. I can't wait to see Katie's little face on Christmas morning!! If I don't get back on here between now and then, have a wonderful holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TQ-njyop8MI/AAAAAAAAA5E/gREWgDPI2FI/s1600/katie%2B004.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TQ-njyop8MI/AAAAAAAAA5E/gREWgDPI2FI/s400/katie%2B004.4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552841098900664514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-4847831429692199114?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4847831429692199114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=4847831429692199114' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/4847831429692199114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/4847831429692199114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2010/12/most-expensive-wash-cloth.html' title='The most expensive wash cloth'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TQ-njyop8MI/AAAAAAAAA5E/gREWgDPI2FI/s72-c/katie%2B004.4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-2382590756094962204</id><published>2010-11-30T15:35:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T09:51:33.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>25 days...</title><content type='html'>It's the last day of November - can you believe it? This year has just flown by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a nice Thanksgiving, and the in-laws watched the little miss while the hubs and I did some Black Friday shopping. We were out of the house by 3:45 am in hopes of scoring some great deals. I succeeded, while the hubs, well, did not. We split up in the mall, and when I called him to reconnect an hour later, he was sitting in the food court, and had been for the majority of the time we were apart. Oops. I felt pretty bad. We attempted to do our Christmas shopping for Katie, but decided we didn't need to battle the crowds and the lines for things that weren't necessarily on sale at 5 in the morning. Instead, we grabbed some breakfast, went back home and slept for 2 hours before heading out to another mall. We had a fun-filled day of shopping for Katie (what a fun age this year!), had a nice (quiet) lunch together, followed by more shopping afterward. It was an exhausting day, and by the time we got back home around 8 pm, I succumbed to my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 days until Christmas, and I'm super excited! We did some decorating around the house over the weekend, but I still have more to do. I love the warm, cozy feeling of this time of year. I've got a few more Christmas gifts to buy. I'm ordering our Christmas cards tonight. And then the rest of the month will be spent preparing for company, and simply enjoying time with family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about you? What are your holiday plans? Do you have all your Christmas shopping done, or have you barely started?http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Don't forget to watch Dr. Seuss' &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;How the Grinch Stole Christmas&lt;/span&gt;, tonight at 8pm EST. For more Holiday TV Scheduling for the remainder of the month, go &lt;a href="http://www.jsonline.com/entertainment/tvradio/109527064.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Pencil it in on the calendar, on a sticky note, or DVR it if you need to, but don't miss out on your favorite Holiday Shows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TPaVLxrESCI/AAAAAAAAA48/xhHi1jwJlto/s1600/grinch.ashx"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TPaVLxrESCI/AAAAAAAAA48/xhHi1jwJlto/s200/grinch.ashx" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545784020698417186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-2382590756094962204?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2382590756094962204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=2382590756094962204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/2382590756094962204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/2382590756094962204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/25-days.html' title='25 days...'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TPaVLxrESCI/AAAAAAAAA48/xhHi1jwJlto/s72-c/grinch.ashx' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-5517424362717987897</id><published>2010-11-23T13:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T14:04:59.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural Remedy for Your Child's Cold</title><content type='html'>Does anyone else see anything wrong with this picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TOwNGE6U8oI/AAAAAAAAA40/FCiapkSuK50/s1600/ss_mammabarn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TOwNGE6U8oI/AAAAAAAAA40/FCiapkSuK50/s320/ss_mammabarn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542819639434998402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TOwNAiZ3DeI/AAAAAAAAA4s/NHB7w3CFesc/s1600/ss_mammabarn.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;image provided by &lt;a href="http://www.nosefrida.com/index.html"&gt;Nosefrida&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled upon this while researching natural remedies for a child's cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm, yes, please let me place one end of this tube in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; mouth while I suction out the mucus in my baby's nose. I mean, I love my child and all, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The website for this device made me chuckle - they alternatively call this, "The Snot Sucker." At least they have a sense of humor about it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-5517424362717987897?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5517424362717987897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=5517424362717987897' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/5517424362717987897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/5517424362717987897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/natural-remedy-for-your-childs-cold.html' title='Natural Remedy for Your Child&apos;s Cold'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TOwNGE6U8oI/AAAAAAAAA40/FCiapkSuK50/s72-c/ss_mammabarn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-374323277599753692</id><published>2010-11-19T14:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T14:08:34.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Using Shutterfly this Holiday Season</title><content type='html'>Can I just tell you how excited I am for Christmas? I've been looking forward to it since October. And between you and me, I've actually been holding myself back from putting the Christmas decorations up since Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only have I been just thinking about Christmas decor, but I've also been thinking ahead and planning Christmas gifts, Holiday cards, and Christmas dinner (along with a week's worth of meals while I'll be hosting family).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of holiday cards, I'll be using &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/"&gt;Shutterfly&lt;/a&gt; to order mine. I've used Shutterfly in the past for printing photos, making &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/photo-books"&gt;Photo Books&lt;/a&gt;, as well as ordering &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/calendars/wall-calendars"&gt;Wall Calendars&lt;/a&gt; as holiday gifts for family (trust me, the calendars are a huge hit!), and have always been impressed by the quality and service I've received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I'll go with a single photo card layout, or use multiple photos. Last year we did the single photo layout with a picture of our daughter sitting in Santa's (Daddy's) lap. Whichever we decide, Shutterfly offers so many different options. I've been perusing the options, and have picked out some of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/cards-stationery/sweet-holly-story-christmas-5x7-folded-card?sortType=1&amp;amp;storeNode=93495"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TN3sLDh8zwI/AAAAAAAAA3M/K2P4zD2ZAZ4/s1600/sweet%2Bholly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TN3sLDh8zwI/AAAAAAAAA3M/K2P4zD2ZAZ4/s320/sweet%2Bholly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538842791405997826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/cards-stationery/sweet-holly-story-christmas-5x7-folded-card?sortType=1&amp;amp;storeNode=93495"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/cards-stationery/sweet-holly-story-christmas-5x7-folded-card?sortType=1&amp;amp;storeNode=93495"&gt;Sweet Holly Story Card&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this idea!! It's a folded card, with room inside to include pictures and updates of each family member. How clever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TOgUmpP_utI/AAAAAAAAA38/bwQkleIzZPk/s1600/STATIONERYCARD_FOLDED_5x7-27137-2778-MERCHLARGE_FRONT-v128096271200092612.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TOgUmpP_utI/AAAAAAAAA38/bwQkleIzZPk/s400/STATIONERYCARD_FOLDED_5x7-27137-2778-MERCHLARGE_FRONT-v128096271200092612.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541701995619924690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/cards-stationery/with-love-chartreuse-christmas-5x7-folded-card?sortType=1&amp;amp;storeNode=93476"&gt;With Love Chartreuse Christmas Card&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the black and white photos against the green and red. Simple and elegant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TOgV4cDiQwI/AAAAAAAAA4M/b9yfgL1y6CY/s1600/STATIONERYCARD_5x7-23046-2747-MERCHLARGE_FRONT-v1281039977000129414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TOgV4cDiQwI/AAAAAAAAA4M/b9yfgL1y6CY/s400/STATIONERYCARD_5x7-23046-2747-MERCHLARGE_FRONT-v1281039977000129414.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541703400827273986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/cards-stationery/top-ten-moments-christmas-card-5x7-flat?sortType=1&amp;amp;storeNode=93479"&gt;Top Ten Moments Christmas Card&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like how unique this card is, and how it highlights the major events of the past year. Forget about writing that Christmas letter - send this card instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TOgW-NY3X3I/AAAAAAAAA4U/mkpOb0k26Xo/s1600/PHOTOCARD-103-4255-MERCHLARGE_FRONT-v1282092200000105795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TOgW-NY3X3I/AAAAAAAAA4U/mkpOb0k26Xo/s400/PHOTOCARD-103-4255-MERCHLARGE_FRONT-v1282092200000105795.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541704599481048946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/cards-stationery/retro-snowflake-bursts-christmas-5x7-photo-card-5x7-photo?sortType=1&amp;amp;storeNode=93480"&gt;Retro Snowflake Bursts Christmas Photo Card&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adore the colors and layout of this card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/"&gt;Shutterfly&lt;/a&gt; also has some great gift ideas. Look at these beautiful ornaments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TOgYmDi71gI/AAAAAAAAA4c/0i-_4dlzpO8/s1600/4066_l-v128347219800043993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TOgYmDi71gI/AAAAAAAAA4c/0i-_4dlzpO8/s400/4066_l-v128347219800043993.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541706383545325058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/photo-gifts/pewter-ornament"&gt;Pewter Ornament&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or how about a photo mug for that coffee or tea drinker on your list?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TOgZxP0bWTI/AAAAAAAAA4k/qZfIFGrhens/s1600/2311_l-v128346986200030804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TOgZxP0bWTI/AAAAAAAAA4k/qZfIFGrhens/s400/2311_l-v128346986200030804.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541707675330107698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/photo-gifts/photo-mugs/custom-mug"&gt;Custom Mug&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There are so many different options for all of your holiday needs. You should visit &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/"&gt;Shutterfly&lt;/a&gt; today and take a look around. Start on those holiday cards now before the holiday season gets too busy. And start crossing some of those people off your Christmas List with some personal gift ideas, like the photo ornaments or mugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;In case you didn't know, there are only 35 days left until Christmas!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Want to get 50 free Holiday cards from Shutterfly? &lt;a href="http://blog.shutterfly.com/5358/holiday2010-blog-submission-form/"&gt;Go here!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-374323277599753692?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/374323277599753692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=374323277599753692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/374323277599753692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/374323277599753692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/using-shutterfly-this-holiday-season.html' title='Using Shutterfly this Holiday Season'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TN3sLDh8zwI/AAAAAAAAA3M/K2P4zD2ZAZ4/s72-c/sweet%2Bholly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-3434133283214322473</id><published>2010-11-19T11:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T14:07:48.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisa Leonard Designs</title><content type='html'>If you've not heard of or seen &lt;a href="http://www.lisaleonardonline.com/"&gt;Lisa Leonard's&lt;/a&gt; beautiful creations, then you're really missing out! It's time to come out from under that rock, and peruse all of the wonderful items she handcrafts! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been admiring and coveting Lisa's jewelry for years now. I've been holding off on asking for one of her family necklaces, because our little family isn't complete &lt;a href="http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/katie-has-some-news-to-share.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just&lt;/span&gt; yet&lt;/a&gt;. But when it is, one of the following necklaces will be on my wish list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TObIx1lNP1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/pMHjl-xQXJQ/s1600/FamilyTreeNecklace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 370px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TObIx1lNP1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/pMHjl-xQXJQ/s400/FamilyTreeNecklace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif337150048255826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lisaleonardonline.com/family-tree-necklace-P144C8.aspx"&gt;Family Tree Necklace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TObIxruicXI/AAAAAAAAA3c/eHP-ON6Zm48/s1600/LaundryLine1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 370px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TObIxruicXI/AAAAAAAAA3c/eHP-ON6Zm48/s400/LaundryLine1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541337147403039090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lisaleonardonline.com/Laundry-Line-Necklace-P77C8.aspx"&gt;Laundry Line Necklace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already have these beautiful earrings in my collection, and love them! I get many compliments when I wear them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TObJc2hDPBI/AAAAAAAAA3s/iOpmO_NI_pc/s1600/CreamFreshwaterPearlEarrings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 370px; height: 370px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TObJc2hDPBI/AAAAAAAAA3s/iOpmO_NI_pc/s400/CreamFreshwaterPearlEarrings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541337889033632786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lisaleonardonline.com/cream-freshwater-pearl-earrings-P132C9.aspx"&gt;Cream Freshwater Pearl Earrings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa is hosting an amazing giveaway over at her &lt;a href="http://www.lisaleonardonline.com/blog/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;. Go over and enter now for your chance to win a gift certificate to get one of her lovely items for your very own, or to win a Target gift card!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-3434133283214322473?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3434133283214322473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=3434133283214322473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/3434133283214322473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/3434133283214322473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/lisa-leonard-designs.html' title='Lisa Leonard Designs'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TObIx1lNP1I/AAAAAAAAA3k/pMHjl-xQXJQ/s72-c/FamilyTreeNecklace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-9072804943246818470</id><published>2010-11-18T13:59:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T14:09:07.682-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><title type='text'>Katie's News</title><content type='html'>Katie is 17 months old today, and she has some special news to share...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TOV5dYBQf6I/AAAAAAAAA3U/NEeP9LvpPBY/s1600/katiebigsister.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540968462120157090" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TOV5dYBQf6I/AAAAAAAAA3U/NEeP9LvpPBY/s400/katiebigsister.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 349px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #336666; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;Katie is going to be a BIG SISTER!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 14 weeks along and due in mid-May. We are all very excited!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-9072804943246818470?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9072804943246818470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=9072804943246818470' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/9072804943246818470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/9072804943246818470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/katie-has-some-news-to-share.html' title='Katie&apos;s News'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TOV5dYBQf6I/AAAAAAAAA3U/NEeP9LvpPBY/s72-c/katiebigsister.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-8456267630570997819</id><published>2010-11-12T13:45:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T11:52:33.640-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katie'/><title type='text'>Katie-isms</title><content type='html'>Katie's vocabulary is just increasing every day. And she's currently putting two words together, and sometimes even three when she's really mad (see below). I saw &lt;a href="http://togetherforgood.wordpress.com/2010/09/28/what-she-says/"&gt;this idea&lt;/a&gt; by Erin over at &lt;a href="http://togetherforgood.wordpress.com/"&gt;Together for Good&lt;/a&gt;, and knew I wanted to document Katie's vocabulary and sayings, so I'd always remember them. Because goodness knows how fast time flies with your little ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;The Unauthorized Unofficial Uncomprehensive Katie Dictionary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ah-done:&lt;/span&gt; all done. refers to anything she's finished with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ah-yew:&lt;/span&gt; love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ap:&lt;/span&gt; apple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ba-ba:&lt;/span&gt; sheep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bay-ew:&lt;/span&gt; bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ba-ya:&lt;/span&gt; bath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bra:&lt;/span&gt; Uncle Brian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bub-bew:&lt;/span&gt; bubble&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but:&lt;/span&gt; belly button&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bu-bye:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt;: goodbye. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;means&lt;/span&gt;: bye-bye or goodnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can-ee:&lt;/span&gt; candy. This word has shown an increasing frequency since Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;clee-up:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;literally:&lt;/span&gt; clean up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;means:&lt;/span&gt; either I'm going to help you clean or I've just made a mess that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;needs&lt;/span&gt; to be cleaned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Da-da:&lt;/span&gt; Daddy. Funny thing is she actually used to call him Daddy, then for some reason switched to Da-Da.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dap:&lt;/span&gt; Daphne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;did-it:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;literally:&lt;/span&gt; did it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;means:&lt;/span&gt; I did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dip:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;literally:&lt;/span&gt; dip. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;means:&lt;/span&gt; ketchup, mustard, sour cream, syrup, or anything else used for dipping food into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don-wan-it!&lt;/span&gt;: don't want it. Usually screamed in anger when the dog is too close to her, or when she doesn't want to do something we're asking of her, such as getting dressed or changing her diaper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;em-a-nem-a&lt;/span&gt;: M&amp;amp;M's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;flee-ride:&lt;/span&gt; fluoride. Refers to her fluoride drops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;go way:&lt;/span&gt; go away. Usually directed at the dog when he's too close to her food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gum-ma:&lt;/span&gt; Gummies. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;literally:&lt;/span&gt; fruit snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hay-ew:&lt;/span&gt; hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;heh-yo:&lt;/span&gt; hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hot-dohg:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;literally:&lt;/span&gt; hot dog. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;means:&lt;/span&gt; hot dog, or anything else I'm cooking on the stove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jo-dee:&lt;/span&gt; Jodi. Yes, she calls me by name 50% of the time. Usually quite emphatically, too. Or when she doesn't know where I am in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ma-Ma:&lt;/span&gt; Momma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ma-yah-yew:&lt;/span&gt; literally: marshmallow means: marshmallow, raisins, or some cereals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;moo-ee:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; movie. Refers to you tube nursery rhyme videos or one of her DVD's. We literally can not use our laptops without her running over, excitedly yelling out, "Moo-ee!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mmm-uck:&lt;/span&gt; milk. And it's usually a yell, as she very adamantly wants some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right.now&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;me muck:&lt;/span&gt; my milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nan-nah:&lt;/span&gt; banana. Usually said with much enthusiasm. She loves her bananas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nap:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;literally:&lt;/span&gt; nap &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;means:&lt;/span&gt; I need to sleep now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nay:&lt;/span&gt; horse or pony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh bod-er:&lt;/span&gt; "oh bother"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh-no!:&lt;/span&gt; oh no. refers to something dropped or gone wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Op:&lt;/span&gt; this is what Katie lovingly calls our dog, Optimus. When she's yelling for him, sometimes she will call out, "Op Op!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pat-cee:&lt;/span&gt; pacifier, which we call "paci"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pee-boo:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;literally:&lt;/span&gt; peek-a-boo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;means:&lt;/span&gt; I'd like to play the after-dinner game where mom and I peek at each other above and below the dining room table, and then chase each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pee!:&lt;/span&gt; peas. Usually said with much excitement. Peas are her favorite vegetable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pee-pee:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;literally:&lt;/span&gt; pee &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;means:&lt;/span&gt; I'm about to pee &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right.now&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pee-gees:&lt;/span&gt; pj's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;poon:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;literally:&lt;/span&gt; spoon. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;means:&lt;/span&gt; spoon or fork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pot-tee:&lt;/span&gt; potty. Can refer to her potty or the real toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ree-book:&lt;/span&gt; read book. Usually said while she's walking toward you with a book ready in hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;row-row!:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;literally:&lt;/span&gt; row, row, row your boat &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;means:&lt;/span&gt; I'd like to listen to my nursery rhyme CD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;choo:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;literally:&lt;/span&gt; shoe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;means:&lt;/span&gt; shoe, sneaker, or slipper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;snac-K:&lt;/span&gt; snack, with an emphasis on the "k" - I'm beginning to wonder if she's part Russian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tee:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;literally:&lt;/span&gt; teeth &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;means:&lt;/span&gt; I'd like to brush my teeth, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;uh-oh:&lt;/span&gt; uh-oh. refers to something gone wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TN3ph2C536I/AAAAAAAAA3E/82ZBHycJEEw/s1600/katie%2B172.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538839884388229026" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TN3ph2C536I/AAAAAAAAA3E/82ZBHycJEEw/s320/katie%2B172.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 240px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-8456267630570997819?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8456267630570997819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=8456267630570997819' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/8456267630570997819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/8456267630570997819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/katie-isms.html' title='Katie-isms'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TN3ph2C536I/AAAAAAAAA3E/82ZBHycJEEw/s72-c/katie%2B172.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-5912777319233822325</id><published>2010-11-09T11:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T12:14:14.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still here!</title><content type='html'>Phew. So it's been awhile. I guess that's what happens when your baby turns into a curious, walking, talking, exploring toddler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We happily celebrated Katie's 1st Birthday in June. She actually had two birthdays. :) The theme was pink and green, complete with tissue paper pom poms hanging from the ceiling, lots of balloons, cupcakes,  and a candy dessert bar. I'll need to upload some pictures to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The summer was hot, and seemed to fly by. Between having family visiting, playing outside and enjoying the beautiful summer, and going to Maine for a camping trip for Labor Day weekend, life has been busy - and good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie went trick-or-treating for the first time this past Halloween. She was a pirate, and she'd say "Yo Ho" to fit the part. She did very well, and had a great time. However, we got this freakish sleet/hail storm about a half hour into being out, so we needed to retreat to the house until the storm blew over. Once it did, Katie was all about going back out for more trick-or-treating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TNmAzpoejpI/AAAAAAAAA28/BJBrB2lk9Nw/s1600/katiepirate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TNmAzpoejpI/AAAAAAAAA28/BJBrB2lk9Nw/s320/katiepirate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537598841666047634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(enjoying a candy bar during our break from the weather)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which leads us up to the present time. Life is still busy, but I plan on trying to blog more. I also have plans to re-do this blog some - it needs some tending to. I'd also like to put some focus on home decor and remodeling, as we've also been deep in many different projects over the last several months. Our upstairs bathroom is almost done - we just need to order some bead board wallpaper and put it up. And, it only took us 4 months to get to this point. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to be back!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-5912777319233822325?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5912777319233822325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=5912777319233822325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/5912777319233822325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/5912777319233822325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2010/11/still-here.html' title='Still here!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/TNmAzpoejpI/AAAAAAAAA28/BJBrB2lk9Nw/s72-c/katiepirate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-1126623443782065328</id><published>2010-04-08T23:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T23:20:09.891-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S76cs3tNdUI/AAAAAAAAA2s/_8OeSIfwF9g/s1600/faith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S76cs3tNdUI/AAAAAAAAA2s/_8OeSIfwF9g/s320/faith.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457972093101372738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://localenterprise.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/faith.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(source)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have no words....just tears. This post touched me deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://raechelmyers.blogspot.com/2010/04/2-years.html"&gt;2 Years&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-1126623443782065328?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1126623443782065328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=1126623443782065328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/1126623443782065328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/1126623443782065328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2010/04/faith.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S76cs3tNdUI/AAAAAAAAA2s/_8OeSIfwF9g/s72-c/faith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-22504530187547910</id><published>2010-03-26T17:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T17:00:01.751-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On a Mission...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm on a mission...and it's not for kashi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm searching for a serving table (aka buffet) for our dining room. Something that will give us more room to put appetizers, snacks, dishes, etc. on when we have company over. Eventually I think we'd like a hutch in there as well, but for now, I'm on the lookout for some additional space for serving guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've searched many different retailers and local stores, but just can't seem to find what I'm looking for. Either the dimensions are too small, or the price is too high, or it's just simply not what I'm looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've taken to perusing &lt;a href="http://westernmass.craigslist.org/"&gt;craigslist&lt;/a&gt; the last few days. And a few things have caught my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How about a table with drop-leaf sides which can be used for even more space? This is described as a butcher-block counter. Bonus storage shelf underneath!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S6zo1KdH28I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/nz40hCT_9PU/s1600/table.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S6zo1KdH28I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/nz40hCT_9PU/s320/table.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452989248876043202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How about this antique? Of course, I'd remove the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S6zpluX0WPI/AAAAAAAAA2g/NwlH1TWjYF8/s1600/dresser4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S6zpluX0WPI/AAAAAAAAA2g/NwlH1TWjYF8/s320/dresser4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452990083151190258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look past the mess of this room, and do you see the potential in this dresser? Wait, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dresser!?&lt;/span&gt;, you ask? Why not? Wouldn't this look lovely refinished with some new hardware? Love the curves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S6zotbZ64CI/AAAAAAAAA2A/PhR2f88INpA/s1600/dresser1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S6zotbZ64CI/AAAAAAAAA2A/PhR2f88INpA/s320/dresser1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452989115987058722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S6zplo-DChI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/XL60Y89-ht0/s1600/dresser3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S6zplo-DChI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/XL60Y89-ht0/s320/dresser3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452990081700923922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this one is my absolute fav. (And yes, it's another dresser). Love the drawers, and love, love, love the curves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S6zo0zM-BDI/AAAAAAAAA2I/02mUMxGJAFk/s1600/dresser2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S6zo0zM-BDI/AAAAAAAAA2I/02mUMxGJAFk/s320/dresser2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452989242634273842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, wonder if I could convince the husband to make the 1.5 hour drive to pick this up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-22504530187547910?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/22504530187547910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=22504530187547910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/22504530187547910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/22504530187547910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/on-mission.html' title='On a Mission...'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S6zo1KdH28I/AAAAAAAAA2Q/nz40hCT_9PU/s72-c/table.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-1305836297115635687</id><published>2010-03-18T21:40:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T13:44:24.385-04:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Months!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S6LYfb-kRjI/AAAAAAAAA1w/w-R28DsJtBw/s1600-h/Katie+361.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S6LYfb-kRjI/AAAAAAAAA1w/w-R28DsJtBw/s320/Katie+361.2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450156533669447218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 9 Month Birthday, Katie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing at nine months?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;You still sleep an average of 11 hours per night (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thank you!&lt;/span&gt;) with two naps during the day - a morning and afternoon nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have mastered what I like to call the "military crawl." You will pull your entire body across the floor with your arms. You can get up on your knees and rock back and forth, but to get around, you slither along the floor. You are quite the mover, and can get quickly from one place to another. You keep us very busy! It's funny when you want to "explore" - you'll crawl a bit, then look back to check if I'm watching and to see if it's ok to keep going. Too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Speaking of exploring, you love to "learn about your world," whether it be a new toy, or a crumb you find on the floor. I love to see you learning about something new; you really concentrate and furrow your brow in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can sit up from a laying down position and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have two teeth! Your bottom left tooth came in on 3/8/10 and the bottom right tooth made its appearance two days later on 3/10/10. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are very inquisitive. You respond quite often with hmph, either in response to a question we ask of you, when you want something, or if you see something interesting.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You weigh 20.10 lbs and are 28 1/2 inches long. You're now in the 75th percentile for height and weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You still love stuffed animals. You get so excited when we place one in your arms, and you squeeze and hug it, and sometimes even give it a kiss. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You hold your own bottle now - such a big girl! It does break my heart a little, though. :( You're growing up and becoming so independent! You'll always be my little girl, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are mastering the "pincer grasp" and picking up small bites of food and bringing them to your mouth!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You give the wettest, sloppiest, little-baby-teeth-sometime-included kisses  - I love them!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I love you so much, little girl. You are my joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-1305836297115635687?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1305836297115635687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=1305836297115635687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/1305836297115635687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/1305836297115635687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/9-months.html' title='9 Months!!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S6LYfb-kRjI/AAAAAAAAA1w/w-R28DsJtBw/s72-c/Katie+361.2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-5015362313290325584</id><published>2010-02-21T13:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T21:37:11.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>It's been a long few weeks here at our home....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the trip to Maine. My nephews were both sick during that time, and Katie was on the tail-end of a cold (or so we thought). The hubby got sick the following week. All the kiddos at daycare were sick. Katie's cold was lingering. I got sick. Then this past Tuesday, Katie's daycare provider called me at work to tell me Katie was running a fever of 103.6. So, off to the doctor we went. We returned home with a diagnosis of an ear infection, and a prescription for antibiotics. Poor girl. We've never seen her so sad and hurting. All she wanted to do was be held by one of us. Of course while we love snuggles and cuddles with our sweet girl, we don't like it at the expense of her not feeling well. The good news is that with a dose of antibiotic and a good night's rest, Miss Katie was back to her happy self the following morning. I wish the same could be said for Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday afternoon my week long sinus issues moved to my right ear. Two hours before work ended, my ear was completely plugged, and I couldn't hear much out of it. When I went to bed, it was the same way. I awoke at 3 am with horrible pain in my left year, and it too was clogged. After 20-30 minutes, the pain went away, and in it's place was a lot of popping and draining. I know, TMI, right? I was a little concerned, because there was blood (again, TMI?) coming out of my ear, so I made an appointment with my doctor on Friday. Turns out I ruptured my left eardrum, and have double ear infections. I was sent home with a script for antibiotics, and was told it would take about 24-48 hours before I felt better. Well, my doctor lied. While I have no pain, I have lost hearing in both my ears. I can hear some things, but if I leave the room, I can't hear anything from the room I was just in. I've looked online, and have read that it could be 2 weeks to 2 months for complete healing. I'm really hoping this is not the case. I've decided that I'll finish the next two days of antibiotics, but if my hearing isn't improving I'm going to make an appointment with an ENT. I'm not messing with my hearing. Anyone else experience a ruptured eardrum before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all of that to say that I'm terribly behind with updates. I have photos from our trip to Maine to share and updates on the little Miss, including her first Valentine's Day and her 8 month update...she hit the 8 month mark last Thursday. It is so hard to believe she is already 8 months old! It is definitely bittersweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to blog these updates tomorrow. But for now, I need to finish my tea, and get some much needed rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will, of course, leave you with a little something to tide you over until then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S4HtNnGbbLI/AAAAAAAAA1g/hEqTPXZhozw/s1600-h/katie+282.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S4HtNnGbbLI/AAAAAAAAA1g/hEqTPXZhozw/s320/katie+282.2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440890642930298034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-5015362313290325584?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5015362313290325584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=5015362313290325584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/5015362313290325584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/5015362313290325584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S4HtNnGbbLI/AAAAAAAAA1g/hEqTPXZhozw/s72-c/katie+282.2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-2475582094825825062</id><published>2010-02-05T17:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T14:09:49.376-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><title type='text'>Parental Permission Slip</title><content type='html'>I've said it before, and I'll say it again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S2xsLR3ZveI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/ew4JeFF98As/s1600-h/katie104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434837791359483362" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S2xsLR3ZveI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/ew4JeFF98As/s320/katie104.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Parenting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; It's one of the most rewarding and wonderful life experiences. But it's also one that can cause the most self-doubt, guilt, and worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Am I doing enough? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What could I be doing better? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do I give enough of my time to my children? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is it &lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt; okay that they play by themselves? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are our own worst critics in life, especially when it comes to parenting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherri from &lt;a href="http://http//www.zenfamilyhabits.net/"&gt;Zen Family Habits &lt;/a&gt;did a guest post on the &lt;a href="http://simplemom.net/"&gt;Simple Mom &lt;/a&gt;blog about this very subject, and I invite all of you parents, and soon-to-be parents to read and absorb. Yes, to the best of your ability. Because I know in the grand scheme of things, this is all easier said than done. &lt;i&gt;Why are we so hard on ourselves?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without further ado, here is your &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplemom.net/your-parental-permission-slip/"&gt;parental permission slip.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuck it in your pocket, purse...heck, print it out and frame it. As parents, we need these constant reminders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-2475582094825825062?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2475582094825825062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=2475582094825825062' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/2475582094825825062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/2475582094825825062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/parental-permission-slip.html' title='Parental Permission Slip'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S2xsLR3ZveI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/ew4JeFF98As/s72-c/katie104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-3922750401420271178</id><published>2010-01-28T22:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T22:35:22.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in January</title><content type='html'>I really need to head to bed. Morning comes too soon, and I'm already exhausted. I'm hesitant to go to bed, though...there is still so much I need to get done before this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this weekend, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend, we're heading to Maine, and I get to see these two cuties:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S2JWg7UuTlI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/32lPo6zBuIM/s1600-h/nephews.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S2JWg7UuTlI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/32lPo6zBuIM/s320/nephews.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431999224242654802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's our first &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt; trip with Katie...5 1/2 hours in the car, and three days away from home. It'll be &lt;s&gt;stressful&lt;/s&gt; interesting, I'm sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to celebrate Christmas with part of my family, and introduce Miss Katie to some relatives who haven't seen her yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish us luck, safe travels, and&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; sanity&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-3922750401420271178?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3922750401420271178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=3922750401420271178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/3922750401420271178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/3922750401420271178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-in-january.html' title='Christmas in January'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S2JWg7UuTlI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/32lPo6zBuIM/s72-c/nephews.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-6075849248008106114</id><published>2010-01-25T22:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T22:45:56.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend Makin Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;It's time for Friend Makin' Monday at &lt;a href="http://amberfilkins.blogspot.com/2010/01/friend-makin-monday-my-daybook.html"&gt;{aefilkins}&lt;/a&gt;! If you would like to join in, head on over to Amber's blog! It's a great way to make some new friends!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I love me some surveys!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Simple Woma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;'s Daybook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Outside my window...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; the world is dark, as it's after 10pm - though I see a street light casting a yellow glow through my window. I wonder if it's still raining cats and dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I am thinking....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; that I really need to use the little girls' room. I know, I know - TMI. But for reals, I've been holding it since 9:30, and like I said it's after 10pm (10:18 to be exact)...but I just couldn't pry myself from &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/shows/the-bachelor"&gt;The Bachelor&lt;/a&gt;, and now the wonderful internet world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I am thankful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; for answered prayers (thank you, Jesus). For friends. For inspirational people who leave a mark on my heart, even if I've only seen them once, and sometimes never at all (there are so many wonderful friends I've *met* over the internet). And of course my family. My extended family, and my sweet little family here at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I am praying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; for my family, always. For the people in my life. And for those in need of prayer. And for myself, to be a good wife and parent, and to be a better person, overall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I am reading...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; facebook statuses(!), blogs, magazines, and What to Expect the First Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I am creating...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;memories. A home. A childhood. Love, love, love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;please don't mingle too long in there....it needs some organizing. The floor needs to be mopped. And &lt;s&gt;I&lt;/s&gt; the husband needs to put out the mouse traps. Yes, we had an uninvited guest recently. And he/she ate Katie's baby spoons. And her oatmeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Around the house...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; really? Do I have to? Can you tell my home needs some cleaning? Where does the time go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;One of my favorite things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;A few plans for the rest of the week...&lt;/span&gt; finish Christmas shopping for the nephews. Idol. Cleaning. Laundry. Wrapping. Packing. Then heading to Maine this weekend to spend Christmas with part of my family. Visiting my nephews. Introducing Katie to people who haven't seen her yet. But first and foremost...the bathroom is &lt;s&gt;screaming&lt;/s&gt; calling my name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-6075849248008106114?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6075849248008106114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=6075849248008106114' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/6075849248008106114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/6075849248008106114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/friend-makin-monday.html' title='Friend Makin Monday'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-1793732917752149481</id><published>2010-01-20T11:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T10:57:55.142-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Goals</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, a new year, and with the new year brings new goals for many of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for me, as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm sure like many of you, my intentions are good, though my follow-through could use some improvement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of that to say...one of my goals for this year is to be more active about my blogging. I miss it, and the community of bloggers I've come to know and love. Thank you to those of you who are still lurking around these parts! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I've got some plans for this year...I'd like to use my blog to put some focus into home decor, something I've become very interested in over the last few months. I've found some lovely, inspirational blogs along the way, and I'm excited to share with you some of our own home remodeling projects, now that we're homeowners! Of course, now I just need to find the time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm hoping to get back into crafting and scrapbooking as well. I've got some projects up my sleeve (i.e. in my head) that I'm excited to start and share with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And of course, there will be a smorgasboard of posts about this little cutie:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S1nCFElI7YI/AAAAAAAAA1I/wUu9iSQYeSY/s1600-h/katie+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S1nCFElI7YI/AAAAAAAAA1I/wUu9iSQYeSY/s320/katie+104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429584218156494210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-1793732917752149481?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1793732917752149481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=1793732917752149481' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/1793732917752149481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/1793732917752149481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-new-goals.html' title='New Year, New Goals'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S1nCFElI7YI/AAAAAAAAA1I/wUu9iSQYeSY/s72-c/katie+104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-6565176926961691030</id><published>2010-01-18T23:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T23:46:31.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Months!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S1U1uSHBEDI/AAAAAAAAA0I/ar8cspQllK4/s1600-h/katie+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S1U1uSHBEDI/AAAAAAAAA0I/ar8cspQllK4/s320/katie+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428303995116523570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Seven Month Birthday, sweet Katie girl!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Holy Moses, I really don't know where the last month went to...I'm blaming the holidays!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you up to at seven months?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are a pro at the rolling over thing, though you definitely prefer the back to the belly method. You've gone from your belly to your back a few times, but you're still trying to master that one completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are so vocal - you love to screech, scream, squeal, sing, and tell. However, you have the sweetest, softest little voice at times, which I just adore. You've got the baba, dada sounds down. We're stilling working on mama (Momma), though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You're enjoying your new bouncy seat, though you prefer to rock in it than jump. You'll hold onto the toy bar and "rock out." Mom won't admit that she was worried that you might get whiplash the first time she saw you doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You're sitting up!!! Mom had a secret goal to have you sitting for Christmas, as she thought it would be need to have you sit and open gifts. Well, Mom also knows that babies have their own schedule, so I let you do your thing. Lo and behold, guess who was sitting by herself &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;on Christmas day&lt;/span&gt;??!! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We enjoyed celebrating your first Christmas with you. You definitely enjoyed the wrapping paper over most gifts. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You're eating more and more foods, and are VERY interested in what everyone else is eating.  You're really getting a handle on the sippy cup, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You LOVE cats and dogs. Even if they're on a commercial on tv. You will get really excited and fake cough at them. You also adore your stuffed animals, and will hug and cuddle with them. Too sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are turning into a Daddy's girl. You just love your Dad. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And he loves you, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I am completely head over heels in love with you, sweet girl! I fall more in love with you every day. You bring me so much joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S1U1vPWEPHI/AAAAAAAAA0g/8s9Uhb0Jkhk/s1600-h/katie+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S1U1vPWEPHI/AAAAAAAAA0g/8s9Uhb0Jkhk/s320/katie+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428304011554208882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S1U1u9XebXI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/aSszI4NhaI4/s1600-h/katie+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S1U1u9XebXI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/aSszI4NhaI4/s320/katie+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428304006728281458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S1U1up5NtfI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/oPRC71c3vSY/s1600-h/katie+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S1U1up5NtfI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/oPRC71c3vSY/s320/katie+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428304001501083122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-6565176926961691030?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6565176926961691030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=6565176926961691030' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/6565176926961691030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/6565176926961691030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/seven-months.html' title='Seven Months!!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S1U1uSHBEDI/AAAAAAAAA0I/ar8cspQllK4/s72-c/katie+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-2872008050420184329</id><published>2010-01-18T22:56:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T23:43:13.242-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Recap in Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Still catching up from the holidays, as you can tell...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S1UwMnRXX6I/AAAAAAAAAzI/9kWw6Q8m3Kg/s1600-h/katie+388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S1UwMnRXX6I/AAAAAAAAAzI/9kWw6Q8m3Kg/s320/katie+388.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428297919123382178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S1UwN_V_r5I/AAAAAAAAAzo/eNRoKRmCg9o/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S1UwN_V_r5I/AAAAAAAAAzo/eNRoKRmCg9o/s320/Christmas+2009+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428297942765121426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S1UwNuP08RI/AAAAAAAAAzg/ZTvK3sFfKfw/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S1UwNuP08RI/AAAAAAAAAzg/ZTvK3sFfKfw/s320/Christmas+2009+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428297938175848722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S1U0kZuwPAI/AAAAAAAAA0A/wpZNJRxlstU/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S1U0kZuwPAI/AAAAAAAAA0A/wpZNJRxlstU/s320/Christmas+2009+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428302725851921410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S1U0jmHmncI/AAAAAAAAAzw/PraST_UOBK0/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S1U0jmHmncI/AAAAAAAAAzw/PraST_UOBK0/s320/Christmas+2009+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428302711997504962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S1UuWVcjJ4I/AAAAAAAAAzA/EqcOBeFQbWI/s1600-h/katie+376.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S1UuWVcjJ4I/AAAAAAAAAzA/EqcOBeFQbWI/s320/katie+376.2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428295887113889666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S1UuWEj4wCI/AAAAAAAAAy4/de5WmBdB59Y/s1600-h/katie+372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S1UuWEj4wCI/AAAAAAAAAy4/de5WmBdB59Y/s320/katie+372.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428295882581262370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S1UuVytx3OI/AAAAAAAAAyw/5pffDWEQAjw/s1600-h/katie+370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S1UuVytx3OI/AAAAAAAAAyw/5pffDWEQAjw/s320/katie+370.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428295877790915810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S1UuVfNj3eI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RJgefGDPaEA/s1600-h/katie+361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S1UuVfNj3eI/AAAAAAAAAyo/RJgefGDPaEA/s320/katie+361.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428295872555507170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S1U3mKbCisI/AAAAAAAAA04/YtFMM4kczUE/s1600-h/christmas2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S1U3mKbCisI/AAAAAAAAA04/YtFMM4kczUE/s320/christmas2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428306054637324994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S1U3lx0C0EI/AAAAAAAAA0w/w2qjHIC_QCg/s1600-h/christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S1U3lx0C0EI/AAAAAAAAA0w/w2qjHIC_QCg/s320/christmas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428306048031313986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S1UwNThnUoI/AAAAAAAAAzY/W4DTv1SbRSo/s1600-h/katie+438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S1UwNThnUoI/AAAAAAAAAzY/W4DTv1SbRSo/s320/katie+438.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428297931002696322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S1U0j-BUyHI/AAAAAAAAAz4/4QQa6TbULF4/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S1U0j-BUyHI/AAAAAAAAAz4/4QQa6TbULF4/s320/Christmas+2009+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428302718413621362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S1UwM76g3RI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/eAw7HRBEhZw/s1600-h/katie+395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S1UwM76g3RI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/eAw7HRBEhZw/s320/katie+395.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428297924664679698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-2872008050420184329?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2872008050420184329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=2872008050420184329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/2872008050420184329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/2872008050420184329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-recap-in-photos.html' title='Christmas Recap in Photos'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S1UwMnRXX6I/AAAAAAAAAzI/9kWw6Q8m3Kg/s72-c/katie+388.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-2725280674705431407</id><published>2009-12-18T11:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T22:55:52.582-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S1Up0dQPkXI/AAAAAAAAAxo/opdiL5cD5mg/s1600-h/katie+326.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 340px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S1Up0dQPkXI/AAAAAAAAAxo/opdiL5cD5mg/s400/katie+326.2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428290907047694706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S1UrQqXZWSI/AAAAAAAAAyY/JSN5NNvw3_M/s1600-h/katie+426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S1UrQqXZWSI/AAAAAAAAAyY/JSN5NNvw3_M/s400/katie+426.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428292491115321634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S1UrQGNkDdI/AAAAAAAAAyI/orzOiRk3KFc/s1600-h/katie+385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S1UrQGNkDdI/AAAAAAAAAyI/orzOiRk3KFc/s400/katie+385.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428292481410403794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S1Up1Ufz7iI/AAAAAAAAAyA/OfdrF3urW-o/s1600-h/katie+415.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S1Up1Ufz7iI/AAAAAAAAAyA/OfdrF3urW-o/s400/katie+415.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428290921876942370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Happy Six Month, 1/2 Year, oh-my-goodness-where-did-the-time-go Birthday!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At Six Months, you:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;weigh 18 lbs and .08 oz, and are 27 inches tall. This puts you in the 90th percentile for both height and weight. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;are still sleeping through the night. You typically go to bed at 7:30 pm and wake in the morning between 5:30 and 6am. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are eating two meals of solid foods each day - breakfast and dinner. So far you have tried sweet potatoes (your first food besides rice cereal), peas, green beans, carrots, squash, oatmeal, bananas, and peaches. You really aren't fussy about food, as long as it's going into your mouth as quickly as you'd like! You're pretty animated at meal times- you'll grunt for more food in between bites, and you'll bang your arm on your highchair tray while you're waiting for the next bite also. You crack me up. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You've just started "using" a sippy cup. Right now, it's more of a teether for you, but if I hold it up, you'll take a few sips. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You rolled over from your back to your belly for the first time on 12/16/09. Of course, you did so at daycare, and Mommy and Daddy missed it...but I was still so excited for you! You must have thought I was a nut when I came in to pick you up at the end of the day and I started clapping and cheering for you when I heard the news. You then rolled over for Dad the next evening when Mom was out, but I finally saw you roll over this past weekend. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You think your pacifier is the best "toy." You could sit and entertain yourself for quite awhile by taking it out of your mouth, examining it, and sticking it back in. You've finally mastered how to get it into your mouth the correct way, though we caught you sucking on it upside down last night. Silly girl. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are independent in many ways. You really like to focus on and learn about things (Daddy says you have a "look of learning"), and like to try things out for yourself. Like the pacifier for example - if I see you trying to get it in your mouth the correct way, and you're needing some help to do so, you'll quickly take the pacifier right out of your mouth so you can do it on your own. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You're still the sweetest, happiest baby, and you bring us so much joy. It is such a gift to have you in our lives. We're looking forward to this first Christmas with you, and quite simply, you're the greatest gift of all this Christmas. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S1UrQUI3DkI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/iZDM5eqOCLw/s1600-h/katie+393.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S1UrQUI3DkI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/iZDM5eqOCLw/s400/katie+393.2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428292485148773954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-2725280674705431407?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2725280674705431407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=2725280674705431407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/2725280674705431407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/2725280674705431407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/six-months.html' title='Six Months!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/S1Up0dQPkXI/AAAAAAAAAxo/opdiL5cD5mg/s72-c/katie+326.2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-2779784193410322048</id><published>2009-12-03T22:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T22:46:00.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SxiF2e9CQdI/AAAAAAAAApc/kMHzJqazf_g/s1600-h/camera+girl2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SxiF2e9CQdI/AAAAAAAAApc/kMHzJqazf_g/s400/camera+girl2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411222123354145234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;It's official. I dislike painting. It makes me nervous and anxious.&lt;br /&gt;And anxious and nervous. Perfectionism is not a good trait to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently in the middle of  what seems like a gazillion projects and a very long to-do list. This vacation isn't exactly a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My darling 5 1/2 month old has learned to shake her head 'no' - I hope this isn't a sign of what's to come from my independent free-spirited daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep hearing people comment on the whole Tiger Woods drama. Except apparently I am out of the loop, because I have no idea of the details of said drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cat has been jumping over my lap repeatedly, every few seconds, and I'm not quite sure why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in desperate need of chapstick. Good chapstick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep forgetting to go to the local library and get a library card. I think of it every day when I drive by said library on my way to and from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coffeemate's French Vanilla Creamer tastes delicious, but my stomach hates it, and me for consuming it. Note to self: never consume again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's best to clean up after oneself immediately. Otherwise, the house will suffer, and so will you in thinking that you weren't very productive during your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;vacation&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-2779784193410322048?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2779784193410322048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=2779784193410322048' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/2779784193410322048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/2779784193410322048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/thursday-thoughts.html' title='Thursday Thoughts'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SxiF2e9CQdI/AAAAAAAAApc/kMHzJqazf_g/s72-c/camera+girl2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-1377002698557743073</id><published>2009-11-18T13:36:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T22:04:20.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet girl, you are five months old today!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SwSz2gO0bYI/AAAAAAAAApE/oT0-d9hGAPE/s1600/katie+252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SwSz2gO0bYI/AAAAAAAAApE/oT0-d9hGAPE/s400/katie+252.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405643201697836418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SwRNb2lRN0I/AAAAAAAAAo0/_SA2YAwtpp8/s1600/katie94.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SwS02iIjzRI/AAAAAAAAApM/-egKmu24pcA/s1600/katie+253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SwS02iIjzRI/AAAAAAAAApM/-egKmu24pcA/s400/katie+253.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405644301720079634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are you doing these days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You have been eating rice cereal for a few weeks now, one meal a day so far. Last night we introduced you to sweet potatoes. You made the funniest faces in response, but you continued to pound your hands on the high chair tray and "demand" more. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You can roll over from your back onto your sides, and you're so close to rolling all the way over. I'm sure you'll surprise yourself, and us, when you finally do. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You enjoy laying on your back. You will squeal and screech, getting all excited in this position. I get down on the floor with you, and try to determine what has you all excited, and I'm really hoping we don't have some friendly ghosts in the house who like to play with you, because all I see is the ceiling. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You still enjoy playing in your exersaucer, though you're getting bored of your toys more quickly these days. I can't wait for Christmas! I think Santa will be bringing you lots of fun things. (Along with everyone else who will be spoiling you, I'm sure). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You're pretty much sleeping through the night now. I tried some new schedule changes (no naps after a certain time, going to bed a little earlier, really sticking to a bedtime routine, and trying to allow you to fall asleep on your own) and you're actually sleeping much better. You will usually go to sleep around 7:30pm, and wake anywhere from 5-6am. Of course, Daddy is still trying to convince you to sleep in until at least 8 or so. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are becoming more and more vocal. Sounds we often hear are, "Goy, goy goy" and "Da-da-da." And of course there is the screeching and squealing you're always doing. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You LOVE the cat. You're all smiles when he's in your sight. You could hear him meow from across the room, and you'll turn your head in that direction to try to see him. He's pretty good about letting you touch him, until you start to pull on his fur. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You had your first "infection" that needed to be treated with antibiotics, though your pediatrician wasn't 100% sure if you had an infection in one of your ears. Because you were showing signs of such, and your ear was pretty clogged, along with a stuffy nose you couldn't get rid of, he prescribed the antibiotic to rid the ear of possible infection, along with a suspected sinus infection. And let me just state for the record, you take your medicine like a champ. You actually &lt;em&gt;enjoy&lt;/em&gt; it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;You had your first Halloween, and we dressed you as Princess Leia. Yes, you were adorable. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SwS1hYT8KPI/AAAAAAAAApU/bEpmTxS82a0/s1600/katieleia2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SwS1hYT8KPI/AAAAAAAAApU/bEpmTxS82a0/s400/katieleia2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405645037817833714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;li&gt;You're still one of the happiest, smirkiest, most smiley babies we know. We are so very thankful and blessed that you are our daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SwRG5EdnOtI/AAAAAAAAAoc/mmUku-fcgFQ/s1600/katie99.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405523399015873234" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SwRG5EdnOtI/AAAAAAAAAoc/mmUku-fcgFQ/s400/katie99.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-1377002698557743073?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1377002698557743073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=1377002698557743073' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/1377002698557743073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/1377002698557743073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/5-months.html' title='5 Months'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SwSz2gO0bYI/AAAAAAAAApE/oT0-d9hGAPE/s72-c/katie+252.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-561486429778115327</id><published>2009-11-18T10:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T14:23:14.484-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bathtub Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here it is, the bathtub song I made up and sing for Katie during "tubbie time."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rub-a-dub-dub, Katie's in the tub. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rub-a-dub-dub, Katie's in the tub!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We're gonna get her squeaky clean, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you know just what I mean. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From her head down to her toes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her belly, and her sweet little nose.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rub-a-dub-dub, Katie's in the tub. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rub-a-dub-dub, Katie's in the tub!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-561486429778115327?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/561486429778115327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=561486429778115327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/561486429778115327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/561486429778115327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/bathtub-song.html' title='The Bathtub Song'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-907629729950561708</id><published>2009-11-12T08:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T14:48:26.282-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/Sv22Wb245XI/AAAAAAAAAn8/QE6fhKQbjwk/s1600-h/34008_0_8-6731-contemporary-bedroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403675624465818994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/Sv22Wb245XI/AAAAAAAAAn8/QE6fhKQbjwk/s400/34008_0_8-6731-contemporary-bedroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;all images courtesy of houzz.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I'm terribly tired. And I'm not sure why. Katie has been sleeping through the night for the last week or so. *knock on wood* I'm blaming the time change (yes, from last week). The shorter days. It being almost dark when I get out of work at 4:30. And the weather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I'm so excited for Christmas this year. Well, I'm excited every year, but this year is doubly exciting. It will be our first Christmas with Katie, as well as the first Christmas in our new house. And also, our first Christmas with family coming. I guess that makes it triply exciting. I'll share a little secret with you - I think I might start decorating before Thanksgiving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I tried Cream of Wheat for the first time recently, and mmm, mmm, good! I actually prefer the consistency to oatmeal. Maple and Brown Sugar flavored, please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Okay, I'm also a little &lt;em&gt;sad&lt;/em&gt; about Christmas. With a new baby, daycare expenses, new home expenses, and working part-time vs. full-time, this Christmas is going to be a little tight. I don't care what I get, and honestly, I don't need anything (ok, maybe a few new bras since our cat keeps finding mine and chewing through the straps), but I love to give.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;I've been doing a lot of decorating to our home - in my head (and usually at 5 or 6 in the morning when I'm feeding the little one). I wish I had the time, the money, and the means to make it just as I see it in my mind. I've been frequenting a lot of inspiring blogs and decor sites lately, which just gives me the decorating itch even more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/Sv22rz7YmRI/AAAAAAAAAoU/q3knBd8hYCM/s1600-h/bath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403675991704377618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/Sv22rz7YmRI/AAAAAAAAAoU/q3knBd8hYCM/s400/bath.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/Sv22rRb1DdI/AAAAAAAAAoE/2iNjTlUoTQU/s1600-h/clock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403675982445219282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/Sv22rRb1DdI/AAAAAAAAAoE/2iNjTlUoTQU/s400/clock.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/Sv22rq_nRkI/AAAAAAAAAoM/P5hpMbIgJ4w/s1600-h/21843_0_8-9067-eclectic-family-room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403675989306197570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/Sv22rq_nRkI/AAAAAAAAAoM/P5hpMbIgJ4w/s400/21843_0_8-9067-eclectic-family-room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-907629729950561708?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/907629729950561708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=907629729950561708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/907629729950561708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/907629729950561708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/thursday-thoughts.html' title='Thursday Thoughts'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/Sv22Wb245XI/AAAAAAAAAn8/QE6fhKQbjwk/s72-c/34008_0_8-6731-contemporary-bedroom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-4324153645221610804</id><published>2009-11-05T21:33:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:03:44.971-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Right now</title><content type='html'>I. am. so. terribly. behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many things I want to blog about. I just can't seem to find the time. Like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Our visit to the pumpkin patch.&lt;br /&gt;* Halloween&lt;br /&gt;* Katie's love of rice cereal.&lt;br /&gt;* The bathtub song.&lt;br /&gt;* All of Katie's sweet antics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so many other things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, I have so many photos to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to blog so I can remember these moments, and have them documented. And to share them with family and friends, with photos of course! (I know that's what you all are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; after).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I will say is this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every moment I have to spend with my sweet daughter, I do. I can honestly say that I drop everything, all the time, to be interacting with her - playing, reading a book, holding her, getting down on the floor and rolling around with her... yes, my house could be more clean. The laundry could use some more attention (and be put away once it's washed). My eyebrows need to be plucked. I need to floss my teeth more. I could be baking some banana bread. Or apple pie. Or at least attempting to, since I'm not the greatest baker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of things I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt; be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what I'd &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;rather&lt;/span&gt; be doing is spending &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; moment with my daughter. Because there will only be this moment - this moment when she is learning something new. This moment when she's eating cereal for the first time. This moment when she is smiling and laughing with me. This moment when she's snuggled into my shoulder. Or falling asleep holding my hand. This moment when she wraps her tiny little finger around mine. Or cups her hand under my chin when I'm feeding her. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This very moment that she steals my heart a little more&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The housework, the laundry, the dishes...it will all always be there. And I'll get to it...eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right now&lt;/span&gt;, I'm dropping it all to spend with my sweet girl. And I wouldn't have it any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except maybe to have some additional hours in the day, to &lt;s&gt;sleep&lt;/s&gt; document these moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SvOQxXkP5DI/AAAAAAAAAm8/nvsUK7jDjXI/s1600-h/katie+188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SvOQxXkP5DI/AAAAAAAAAm8/nvsUK7jDjXI/s400/katie+188.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400819555961398322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-4324153645221610804?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4324153645221610804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=4324153645221610804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/4324153645221610804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/4324153645221610804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/right-now.html' title='Right now'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SvOQxXkP5DI/AAAAAAAAAm8/nvsUK7jDjXI/s72-c/katie+188.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-8847704143564424167</id><published>2009-10-18T21:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T21:32:37.897-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SvOKduPc0pI/AAAAAAAAAm0/1UHouVkIw5o/s1600-h/katie+136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SvOKduPc0pI/AAAAAAAAAm0/1UHouVkIw5o/s400/katie+136.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400812621381030546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SvOFaUdzqOI/AAAAAAAAAmk/3YibpIn2OYI/s1600-h/katie+137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SvOFaUdzqOI/AAAAAAAAAmk/3YibpIn2OYI/s400/katie+137.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400807065364179170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At four months, you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;are 25 ½ inches long, which puts you in the 90&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; percentile for height. I think you’re going to be tall like your Daddy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;weigh 16.10 lbs, which puts you in the 95&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; percentile for weight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;have had your first cold. Your friends at daycare are really good about sharing. &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;smile all the time. I can always get a smile out of you when I make a kissing noise at you. I’ve also been able to get you to chuckle a few times. Still waiting on that first belly laugh, though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;enjoy playing in your exersaucer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;have been sitting in your high chair at dinner time with Mom and Dad. The first time we put you in it, you barely moved a muscle. I think you were a little unsure about it. Dad started playing and joking around with you, and you were comfortable in no time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;still eat 5 oz. every 2 ½ hours – except at bedtime. You still only wake once or twice in the night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;wore your first pigtails! - thanks to your daycare provider (hehe, Daddy couldn't blame Mommy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;continue to have wild and crazy hair - Daddy calls it "orangutan hair"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;have rolled onto your side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I love you, little girl. More than anything in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SvOJpAiECzI/AAAAAAAAAms/LmxCk94JcSo/s1600-h/katie+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SvOJpAiECzI/AAAAAAAAAms/LmxCk94JcSo/s400/katie+113.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400811715757869874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-8847704143564424167?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8847704143564424167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=8847704143564424167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/8847704143564424167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/8847704143564424167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/four-months.html' title='Four Months'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SvOKduPc0pI/AAAAAAAAAm0/1UHouVkIw5o/s72-c/katie+136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-1691716903057337368</id><published>2009-09-18T22:36:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T23:17:30.102-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id=":92" class="ii gt"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Wow, things have been so busy! At the end of August, my little brother was visiting for a week. That following weekend we had my family and dh’s family over for a big ol’ lobster dinner, and then that following Monday, I returned to work. What with being back to work, I hardly have any time to get online these days, and usually if I do, it’s on the weekends. But our weekends have also been so busy! We've attended a wedding, visited family, had family visit us, and then last weekend I was sick, (still am). And guess how this weekend is looking? Jam-packed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;But the big news today is that Katie is three months old!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left; font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy 3 Month Birthday, Katie!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Let’s see what you're up to these days:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Still doing a wonderful job sleeping at night, usually only getting up once to eat. Thank you for that. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;You moved from your bassinet to your crib, which I think was much harder on Mommy and Daddy than on you, even though the crib is in our bedroom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;You are holding your own head up more and more every day. I can’t count how many times I’ve heard people comment on how strong you are for your age. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;You love to be sitting upright or standing. You'll actually pull yourself into a sitting position if someone is holding you in a reclined position. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;You're grasping and holding things on your own now.  It's so fun to see you curious about your world, and able to engage directly in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;You love your mobile, and get so excited watching it. You'll actually squeal with excitement when it's on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;You still love bath time, though you're giving me a run for my money with all the splashing you do, and you adore you pirate rubber ducky! You try eating his bill, and when he gets too slippery for you to hold and falls back into the water, you'll try to pick him up with your feet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;You are intrigued by the television. Seriously – if the tv is on, you don't pay anyone much attention.And even when it's not on, you stare at the screen and get so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;You're still continuing to grow by leaps and bounds, and roll by roll. ;) My little chunka munk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;Your hands are always in your mouth. And sometimes we find you sucking on just your thumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;You're "talking" more and more, and it's really fun to hear you exploring the sounds you can make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;You've officially rolled onto your side, and tonight you rolled from your side back onto your back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SrRLsN3RUXI/AAAAAAAAAmc/IRNNIYk2Lzk/s1600-h/katiemosaic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SrRLsN3RUXI/AAAAAAAAAmc/IRNNIYk2Lzk/s400/katiemosaic.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383010677622395250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Katie, you are such a happy and easy-going baby. People are always commenting on how "good" and content you are. You really only cry when you're hungry, tired, or need a diaper change. And lately, your cries are starting to turn into angry grumbles. Daddy and I can't help but chuckle at you sometimes when you do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've completely captured all of my heart, and I couldn't imagine my life without you in it. I love you so much, my sweet girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-1691716903057337368?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1691716903057337368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=1691716903057337368' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/1691716903057337368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/1691716903057337368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/three-months.html' title='Three Months!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SrRLsN3RUXI/AAAAAAAAAmc/IRNNIYk2Lzk/s72-c/katiemosaic.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-8992963058054320842</id><published>2009-08-24T21:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T22:09:14.102-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate and Slush Puppies</title><content type='html'>One of the hardest days...ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work, and having to leave my two-month old baby girl in the care of someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not just that. It's the idea of someone else raising my child. She spends more time in day care than with me over the course of a day. Since we've been home at 5:15 this evening, she's eaten, fussed some, then fell asleep at 7, and she's been asleep ever since. I didn't even get two hours with my baby girl. It truly breaks my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to raise my baby. I want to be with her each day. I want to hold her when she wakes, sooth her when she cries, feed her when she's hungry, play with her, talk to her, love on her...and I want to be there for it all. I don't want to miss a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life I wanted to be a mother. And because that desire was so great, I feared I never would be able to have children of my own. After a long, difficult pregnancy that faced many uncertainties, my dream came true. On the flip side of that dream was that I would be able to be a stay at home mother to my children. Unfortunately that is not to be, and it's killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made the decision to go to college, and stupidly, an expensive one. I'm still paying off those school loans. My husband says that once my loans are paid off, I can be home. But by then my children will be in school. We might be able to make it work that I could be home if we were without the one car loan we have left (dh just made the last payment on his vehicle!), which isn't too, too much. But it's another 2 years left on the loan. And what good will that do me then? I'll have missed two years. I want to be there now. I want to be the one to raise my daughter, my sweet miracle baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if she wakes and is scared? And I'm not there? What if she's hurt or sick? And she needs her Mother? What if she feels as though I've abandoned her? What if our bond weakens? What will I be missing? What if she's not happy? How will I know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss her so much, and writing this is making me cry again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SpNDcruFUNI/AAAAAAAAAmM/z20z8SZs9OA/s1600-h/KatieDuplicate+336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SpNDcruFUNI/AAAAAAAAAmM/z20z8SZs9OA/s400/KatieDuplicate+336.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373712940434542802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, who wouldn't want to kiss on those chunka cheeks all day long?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-8992963058054320842?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8992963058054320842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=8992963058054320842' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/8992963058054320842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/8992963058054320842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/chocolate-and-slush-puppies.html' title='Chocolate and Slush Puppies'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SpNDcruFUNI/AAAAAAAAAmM/z20z8SZs9OA/s72-c/KatieDuplicate+336.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-4845391622004130729</id><published>2009-08-18T08:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T22:36:28.939-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two months old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SrRDohLOHXI/AAAAAAAAAmU/1-zFWZGgEco/s1600-h/rockband+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SrRDohLOHXI/AAAAAAAAAmU/1-zFWZGgEco/s400/rockband+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383001817993846130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Two Month Birthday, Katie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you up to at two months old?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You currently weigh 12lbs 8 oz (you eat all the time!), affectionately earning the nicknames Chunka Munk, Chunky Monkey, and Thunder Thighs. As Daddy said tonight, "even your rolls have rolls." I keep trying to tell everyone that your arms are nicely sculpted due to your &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;muscles&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are smiling more, and you've recently discovered your voice. You are a social little girl. It's so sweet to hear you "talking," and it's actually kind of funny when you're upset and talking - it sounds like you're giving us a piece of your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last week or so you have started to sleep more at night. You currently go to bed around 9-9:30 and you're up between 3 and 4 am to eat, then up for the morning between 6-7am. Mommy isn't complaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to look at objects that are dangling above you - either the stars on your bassinet, the bird on your swing, or the bears on your pack-n-play. It's funny to see your arms and legs just a going when you get excited. You look like you're trying to run a marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hate getting dressed and undressed, but you LOVE having a bath. You could be in the worst mood, but as soon as I place you in your tub, you're the most content baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're starting to lift your head when you're sitting up, and you're also starting to reach for things. Your new thing is pulling the bottom of your dress up, exposing your (big) little belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie, you are a joy. You truly are a great baby, usually only fussing when you're hungry, tired, or need a diaper change. I love your personality, and your smiles brighten my world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, little girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-4845391622004130729?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4845391622004130729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=4845391622004130729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/4845391622004130729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/4845391622004130729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/two-months-old.html' title='Two months old!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SrRDohLOHXI/AAAAAAAAAmU/1-zFWZGgEco/s72-c/rockband+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-6097275775670460964</id><published>2009-08-16T08:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T14:10:47.396-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><title type='text'>Becoming a Mother</title><content type='html'>Since becoming a mother, I've noticed a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brush my teeth less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shower less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sleep less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among other things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile more. And I find the simple beauty in life more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All because of this sweet girl:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/Sof7O2EvklI/AAAAAAAAAmE/D5-TX7E6_64/s1600-h/KatieDuplicate+354.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370537313114755666" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/Sof7O2EvklI/AAAAAAAAAmE/D5-TX7E6_64/s400/KatieDuplicate+354.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-6097275775670460964?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6097275775670460964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=6097275775670460964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/6097275775670460964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/6097275775670460964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/since-becoming-mother-ive-noticed-few.html' title='Becoming a Mother'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/Sof7O2EvklI/AAAAAAAAAmE/D5-TX7E6_64/s72-c/KatieDuplicate+354.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-902243308946459685</id><published>2009-08-01T14:56:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T15:10:07.878-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(188, 110, 110);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(96, 191, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 45, 45);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(188, 110, 110);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(96, 191, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(96, 191, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Outside my window...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 45, 45);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;beautiful blue sky with not a cloud in sight. It's a gorgeous Saturday afternoon, and the sun is a much welcome change from the rain we've been having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 45, 45);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(188, 110, 110);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(96, 191, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;I am thinking... &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;that I should be more productive today, and should insist on the husband taking care of Katie for a bit so I can get some things done around the house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 45, 45);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(188, 110, 110);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(96, 191, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(96, 191, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;I am thankful for...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 45, 45);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;a healthy, beautiful baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(188, 110, 110);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(96, 191, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;From the kitchen...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 45, 45);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;warmed up leftover Chinese takeout. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 45, 45);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(188, 110, 110);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(96, 191, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;I am wearing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 45, 45);"&gt; a tank top and barely squeezed into pre-pregnancy Capri jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 45, 45);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(188, 110, 110);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(96, 191, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;I am creating... &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;nothing more than this blog entry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 45, 45);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(188, 110, 110);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(96, 191, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;I am going...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;to try to upload some recent pics of Katie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(96, 191, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;I'm reading...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What to Expect the First Year. In my *ahem* spare time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 45, 45);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(188, 110, 110);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(96, 191, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;I am hoping...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I can get things figured out with going back to work and child care - and feel good about these decisions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 45, 45);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(96, 191, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;I am hearing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(188, 110, 110);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(96, 191, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 45, 45);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;the husband playing video games and many, many motorcycles driving by outside today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 45, 45);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(96, 191, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;Around the house...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;it definitely needs some work  - some picking up and more organizing from the move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 45, 45);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(188, 110, 110);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(96, 191, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;One of my favorite things...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 45, 45);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;smores. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 45, 45);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(188, 110, 110);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(96, 191, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;A few plans for the rest of the week...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;laundry, take care of Katie-bean, dishes, bottles, maybe some grocery shopping, and perhaps some wedding dress shopping with the SIL tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 45, 45);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(96, 191, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;A picture to share...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(45, 45, 45);font-family:Verdana;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(96, 191, 0);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;a smile caught on camera...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SnSSY8Ak1uI/AAAAAAAAAl8/zxIog-NNRdM/s1600-h/Katie+489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SnSSY8Ak1uI/AAAAAAAAAl8/zxIog-NNRdM/s400/Katie+489.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365074013228160738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-902243308946459685?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/902243308946459685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=902243308946459685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/902243308946459685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/902243308946459685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/08/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SnSSY8Ak1uI/AAAAAAAAAl8/zxIog-NNRdM/s72-c/Katie+489.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-1267891960663722263</id><published>2009-07-28T16:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T22:33:55.759-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Zombies</title><content type='html'>Overheard last nite, Daddy talking to Katie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Once upon a time there was a superhero who killed zombies...and his name was Daddy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Katie is becoming more personable every day. She will smile and coo when we talk to her, and it is the sweetest thing. I absolutely love her smile (though I can't seem to catch it on film) - she scrunches her nose up and gives the biggest grin. She also loves the bird hanging from the mobile on her swing. She will smile and talk to him, too. And she thinks it's so funny when I peek my head over the mobile and look down at her when she's in her swing. Such a sweet girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of smiles, she gave Daddy a big ol' grin after he booped her nose the other nite, so he's now convinced that she truly loves it when he does that to her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-1267891960663722263?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1267891960663722263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=1267891960663722263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/1267891960663722263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/1267891960663722263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/zombies.html' title='Zombies'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-4096872285607893130</id><published>2009-07-18T18:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T11:15:07.409-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Month Old</title><content type='html'>Happy One Month Birthday, Katie-bean!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it has already been a month! It seems like just yesterday that I was in labor, awaiting your arrival. This first month has been an emotional whirlwind, little girl. As difficult as it has been, I wouldn't trade it for anything if it meant that you weren't in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what you're up to this month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are already 10 pounds! And you eat every 2-3 hours. I think you have your Daddy's appetite. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie, you are such a delight, even at 1, 3, and 5 in the morning. :) Daddy and I love to watch the many facial expressions you have - Mommy's favorite is the pursed lip look, and I think Daddy gets a kick out of your scowling furrowed brow look (it's very similar to a look that Daddy gives Mommy to make her laugh).  You also stick out your bottom lower lip when you're upset and about to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/Sl_F_DuTe_I/AAAAAAAAAlc/2FS6yTUHYWs/s1600-h/Katie+377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/Sl_F_DuTe_I/AAAAAAAAAlc/2FS6yTUHYWs/s400/Katie+377.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359219768716131314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(pursed lip)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/Sl_HgPN6tII/AAAAAAAAAl0/66gBSGZu74c/s1600-h/Katie+381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/Sl_HgPN6tII/AAAAAAAAAl0/66gBSGZu74c/s400/Katie+381.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359221438248825986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(furrowed brow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are such a mover! We place you down for a nap straight in your pack and play, and within minutes you are diagonal. When you're waking up, you reach your arms above your head and stretch so big. You're also very noisy. You grunt, squeak, and make all kinds of other noises when you're waking up. And if you're mad when someone is holding you, you stand right up on your legs against that person's legs. You're such a strong girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy compares you to a baby chick all the time - for two reasons. One, when you're hungry, you "peck" like a chicken on my shoulder when I'm holding you. Two, after a bath, if Mommy doesn't brush your hair fast enough, it will dry sticking straight up. This look is what Mommy refers to as "fuzzy chicken head hair."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/Sl_GhG0I05I/AAAAAAAAAlk/nqPs2QriO2A/s1600-h/Katie+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/Sl_GhG0I05I/AAAAAAAAAlk/nqPs2QriO2A/s400/Katie+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359220353661457298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so sweet when you're falling asleep - you oftentimes will break out in a smile, and I think you even have your Daddy's dimples. Shh, don't tell him I'm talking about his dimples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Daddy, he loves to "boop" your nose. He is convinced that you like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/Sl_Hf8EnBxI/AAAAAAAAAls/fVFjXmaLcrw/s1600-h/Katie+385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/Sl_Hf8EnBxI/AAAAAAAAAls/fVFjXmaLcrw/s400/Katie+385.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359221433109514002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same day you turned 3 weeks old, you gave Mommy the sweetest grin. And I've seen it several times since. It melts my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, so do you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, sweet girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-4096872285607893130?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4096872285607893130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=4096872285607893130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/4096872285607893130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/4096872285607893130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/one-month-old.html' title='One Month Old'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/Sl_F_DuTe_I/AAAAAAAAAlc/2FS6yTUHYWs/s72-c/Katie+377.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-3941223358739601216</id><published>2009-07-14T22:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:07:55.405-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Katelyn's Birth Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/Sl02qycjBiI/AAAAAAAAAlE/FwRajx1DLEA/s1600-h/Katie+232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/Sl02qycjBiI/AAAAAAAAAlE/FwRajx1DLEA/s400/Katie+232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358499240364672546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a long &lt;s&gt;two&lt;/s&gt; three and a half weeks it has been...Yes, it has taken me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; long to write this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On June 17th, after a routine ultrasound, it was determined that my amniotic fluid was too low, and the baby didn't show any fetal breathing in the 30 minutes in which the ultrasound took place. The u/s technician called my doctor, who had me go take a nonstress test (NST). After being hooked up to the monitors, the doctor came in and said everything looked great. Imagine my surprise when a few minutes later he came back into the room and stated that he wanted to induce me. I'll never forget the look on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crazy part about all of this is that my husband and I were closing on our first home the following day. My doctor knew this, and was willing to put off the induction until later that night or the following afternoon, after we'd completed the closing. He told me the baby was doing well enough to wait that extra bit if needed. I was determined to see if dh and I could complete the paperwork for the closing that day, so we wouldn't need to be there the following day, and then proceed with being induced that evening. Everything seemed to be going well (though a bit crazy running around and trying to finalize some last minute things). We went to sign the paperwork, but our real estate attorney said that someone had to be present the next day to verify the signatures. So, dh and I went to the hospital that night for another NST, and we decided to hold off the induction until the next day (I didn't want dh to miss the birth while he was at the closing). My doctor examined me (no progress) and sent me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His exam must have triggered contractions because about an hour after we returned home (10pm), I was having a lot of pain. I timed it, and the contractions were 5 minutes apart. Needless to say, I was up all night. I called the doctor in the wee hours of the morning, and he thought my body was just reacting to the exam, and that the contractions would soon diminish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/Sl00e336kcI/AAAAAAAAAks/iRHIsdGqbpM/s1600-h/Katie+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/Sl00e336kcI/AAAAAAAAAks/iRHIsdGqbpM/s400/Katie+123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358496836639953346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By morning, I was still having contractions. I showered and got ready, heading to the hospital for another NST at 7am, which intentions of going to our closing and then going back to the hospital to "be induced." Instead, with how frequent my contractions were, the pain I was in, and now being 2 cm dilated, I opted to stay at the hospital. Ernie ended up going to our walk through and closing, and coming back to the hospital mid-afternoon, just as I was about to have my epidural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 8pm I was pushing. I pushed for two hours before the doctor determined the baby was not making progress. (Count that - 22 hours of labor, 2 hours of pushing). I was put on oxygen for the baby's sake, and the doctor gave me two choices - help the process by using a vacuum to get her out, or a c-section. In the end, it was determined that a c/s would be the safest for the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The operating room was a whirlwind of activity. I truly think there was a rush to get in there and get Katie out. Because of this, I don't think enough time went by before the meds fully kicked in and they started the c-section procedure. I had been assured they would "test" me before they started cutting to be sure I didn't feel anything. This was never done. I remember asking, "why does it hurt?" over and over, and not receiving an answer. Imagine my shock, surprise, sadness, and anger when I awoke sometime later to someone wishing me congratulations on my daughter, who apparently was born while I was completely out. Yes, the anesthesiologist put me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;completely out&lt;/span&gt;. I felt robbed. Though, I cried tears of joy when I finally got to see my gorgeous daughter for the first time...she was in the nursery, cradled in Daddy's big arms. What a blessing to have this as my first memory of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/Sl00eeu4h6I/AAAAAAAAAkk/7n1AJrIpl-E/s1600-h/Katie+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/Sl00eeu4h6I/AAAAAAAAAkk/7n1AJrIpl-E/s400/Katie+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358496829891184546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/Sl01d3RNyiI/AAAAAAAAAk0/kL23sz8FoJQ/s1600-h/Katie+188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/Sl01d3RNyiI/AAAAAAAAAk0/kL23sz8FoJQ/s400/Katie+188.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358497918809393698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And could these be any bigger, more cheesy and proud grins from Mom and Dad??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/Sl01-jZjCyI/AAAAAAAAAk8/S0UjR0Oeb-I/s1600-h/Katie+229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/Sl01-jZjCyI/AAAAAAAAAk8/S0UjR0Oeb-I/s400/Katie+229.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358498480411314978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie had "failure to descend," and according to my doctor, she was stuck "like a cork in a wine bottle." Because of this, she had a very large cephalohematoma (bruise) on the right side of her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the wee hours of the morning, Daddy and I awoke to Katie gagging, which was normal considering that she had some amniotic fluid in her tummy still. We called in the nurse anyway, who took Katie to the nursery. She came back to our room and told us she wanted to keep Katie in the nursery for a bit under the warmer, as her body temperature was low. She was also going to do some routine blood work on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next afternoon, the pediatrician came to see us, and the results of Katie's blood work were available - her white blood count was high. Repeated blood work showed an even higher white blood count, and this concerned the doctors and nurses. Two different doctors came in to examine Katie that evening, and both determined that she seemed very healthy - but based on the blood work, they wanted to treat her with antibiotics for a possible infection. However, Katie was slightly dehydrated, thus an IV could not be established to administer the medications. Because of this, Katie needed to be transferred to a bigger hospital with a special NICU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most vivid and emotional memories that I have of my sweet girl is of her being wheeled into my room in a special transportation crib unit...she was lying there on her side, in her soft pink knitted hat, seemingly looking at me as I was looking at her. I still get tears in my eyes remembering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I will tell you is that no mother should be separated from her newborn baby like that. That was one of the most difficult moments for me. I could not go because I wasn't discharged, and the possibility of me being transferred to her hospital would not happen until the next day. My poor husband was torn. He didn't want to leave me, but at the same time someone needed to be with Katie. I told him the best thing he could do for me was to be there watching over our girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katie had a cat scan of her head the following morning (Saturday). Her doctors wanted to rule out a skull fracture or worse. Thankfully, everything appeared normal for a cephalohematoma. Regardless, the doctors wanted to keep treating her for a possible infection - a seven day treatment, which meant my little girl would spend her first week of life in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/Sl03IrvQO0I/AAAAAAAAAlM/oQaEtmx7kVE/s1600-h/Katie+297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/Sl03IrvQO0I/AAAAAAAAAlM/oQaEtmx7kVE/s400/Katie+297.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358499753960160066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to be transferred to her hospital, and continued my stay and recovery in the women's ward. Unfortunately, I had to be discharged on Tuesday. Katie wasn't to be discharged until Friday. I can't even begin to tell you what it is like to leave your daughter in the hospital, without you. I took her soft pink baby hat home with me, and slept with it for the next few nights. During the days, I traveled to the hospital to spend as much time with Katie as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, the doctors and nurses all agree that they don't think Katie was suffering from an infection after all (even though her white blood count was high, blood cultures showed nothing), but rather trauma from her birth. In the meantime, both baby girl and her parents went through a lot - Katie was pricked and prodded so much during that first week, for blood work, and to get IV lines into her (the original blew out). In her first week of life, she had a cat scan, and an ultrasound (she had a "dimple" above her bottom that her doctor wanted to make sure wasn't adversely affecting her spine). In the end, she came home, happy and healthy, which is all a Mom could ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/Sl03sR5dfeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/ZUc3LoLtET4/s1600-h/Katie+359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/Sl03sR5dfeI/AAAAAAAAAlU/ZUc3LoLtET4/s400/Katie+359.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358500365498940898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-3941223358739601216?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3941223358739601216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=3941223358739601216' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/3941223358739601216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/3941223358739601216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/katelyns-birth-story.html' title='Katelyn&apos;s Birth Story'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/Sl02qycjBiI/AAAAAAAAAlE/FwRajx1DLEA/s72-c/Katie+232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-1926492601228182310</id><published>2009-07-08T22:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T22:13:00.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Katelyn Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SlVRDWgAx4I/AAAAAAAAAkE/a7NPO9yrqco/s1600-h/Katie+144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SlVRDWgAx4I/AAAAAAAAAkE/a7NPO9yrqco/s400/Katie+144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356276449848379266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SlVRDxfhnDI/AAAAAAAAAkM/YEKs3PjqP7M/s1600-h/Katie+249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SlVRDxfhnDI/AAAAAAAAAkM/YEKs3PjqP7M/s400/Katie+249.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356276457094093874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SlVREv5OK1I/AAAAAAAAAkc/IsNz8k_xWYQ/s1600-h/Katie+312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SlVREv5OK1I/AAAAAAAAAkc/IsNz8k_xWYQ/s400/Katie+312.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356276473844869970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SlVRESYHruI/AAAAAAAAAkU/i_TPVikdZhY/s1600-h/Katie+279.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SlVRESYHruI/AAAAAAAAAkU/i_TPVikdZhY/s400/Katie+279.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356276465921404642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Just a few quick photos of our precious girl. Full birth story to follow. It's been a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; three weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-1926492601228182310?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1926492601228182310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=1926492601228182310' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/1926492601228182310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/1926492601228182310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/introducing-katelyn-storm.html' title='Introducing Katelyn Storm'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SlVRDWgAx4I/AAAAAAAAAkE/a7NPO9yrqco/s72-c/Katie+144.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-6108296619923233514</id><published>2009-06-17T17:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T22:20:52.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby is Coming!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UPDATE:&lt;/span&gt; New plan: Induction is moved to tomorrow afternoon. Baby is doing fine, monitoring was great...though no real physical changes in Mommy (darn it). So time for some rest (ha!), and then we'll do this all over again tomorrow. Please continue to send good thoughts and prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being induced tonight at 8pm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, so totally not what I was expecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, please send good thoughts and prayers. I'm nervous, and praying everything goes well, and quick!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-6108296619923233514?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6108296619923233514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=6108296619923233514' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/6108296619923233514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/6108296619923233514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/baby-is-coming.html' title='Baby is Coming!!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-3287081921405774092</id><published>2009-06-12T16:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T17:05:29.142-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still here, still waiting...</title><content type='html'>I'll be 39 weeks on Monday. CA-razy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm definitely feeling more pressure, back aches, and lots of movement &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;down low&lt;/span&gt;. That, my friends, is the strangest feeling - to experience your baby's head moving around in your pelvic area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I had some real contractions last Sunday. 3 in a half hour. Then they stopped. I think I had some more on Wednesday. She's definitely getting ready. I'm praying and crossing my fingers she either comes before our house closing (on the 18th) or anytime on or after her due date on the 22nd. Hubby is holding out for the Fourth of July. I think I might physically harm him if she waits until then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still having the NST's and ultrasounds weekly. And so far, they've all been perfect. It's so funny to go in week after week for the u/s and to have the technician once again &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;try&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; see this little girl's face...she always, always has her little hands over her face. At this point, the technician has given up on even &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trying&lt;/span&gt; for a 3D u/s picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No weekend plans, though I'm sure we'll do some more packing and cleaning, gearing up for the big move. It's so exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go, I'll leave you with this delightful photo of my dear sweet nephew, Luke. He has recently started karate, and yesterday he won a trophy for coming in second place in a sparring activity. Isn't the proud look on his face just priceless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SjLA7wLvM_I/AAAAAAAAAj8/bLFCSOYSXPA/s1600-h/luke+trophy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SjLA7wLvM_I/AAAAAAAAAj8/bLFCSOYSXPA/s400/luke+trophy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346547840421147634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-3287081921405774092?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3287081921405774092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=3287081921405774092' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/3287081921405774092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/3287081921405774092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/still-here-still-waiting.html' title='Still here, still waiting...'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SjLA7wLvM_I/AAAAAAAAAj8/bLFCSOYSXPA/s72-c/luke+trophy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-4545284778893832863</id><published>2009-06-01T20:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:15:32.352-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful and blessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SiR8LEVhlSI/AAAAAAAAAjk/BfWWKvJtTBY/s1600-h/3056332552_cb996107a6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SiR8LEVhlSI/AAAAAAAAAjk/BfWWKvJtTBY/s400/3056332552_cb996107a6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342531587552679202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo courtesy of: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ksgirl/3056332552/"&gt;flickr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id=":7y" class="ii gt"&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;It feels like Fall. The sun is out and shining brightly, but the air is a little cool. It reminds me of sweater weather, pumpkin spice coffee, and pumpkin muffins. Yum! I know we haven’t even had summer yet, but this weather is making me nostalgic. As much as I love it, fall doesn’t last long enough in my opinion. If only we could bypass winter…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;We did lots of packing this weekend. On the one hand it seems so soon. On the other hand, we close in 18 days. I think just seeing the majority of our belongings in boxes and living in such a bare apartment is what is most difficult. But, it will be here before we know it, and perhaps even before then we’ll have a little one to boot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;I had about an hour and a half of strong Braxton Hicks contractions &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;on Saturday, coming about every 5 minutes apart. I think everyone around me was getting nervous and excited, thinking things might be moving forward. I reminded them that this could be the case for the next few weeks; I could have contractions for awhile but not go into active labor right away. Things settled down after I had some dinner, and a few glasses of water – I think I may have just been dehydrated. Braxton Hicks take my breath away. I talked to my doctor about this, but he said it was normal. I joked with him that I hope it’s not the same way with active labor – I can’t be struggling to breath amidst the pain and pushing. Anyone else experience trouble breathing with BH contractions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;This baby has hit the full term, 37 week mark today! How very exciting! I had hoped and prayed to go this far with the pregnancy, but didn’t know if I would with all of the complications I’ve had. I’m very thankful and praising God for allowing things to progress to this point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-4545284778893832863?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4545284778893832863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=4545284778893832863' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/4545284778893832863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/4545284778893832863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/thankful-and-blessed.html' title='Thankful and blessed'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SiR8LEVhlSI/AAAAAAAAAjk/BfWWKvJtTBY/s72-c/3056332552_cb996107a6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-8574117606675714704</id><published>2009-05-29T16:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T22:10:58.197-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Happy Friday. Seriously, TGIF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t been feeling much like myself the last few days. I’m a little stand-offish, as noted by coworkers, but I think my body is just going through some pregnancy-related changes, and I’ve just needed some space and quiet time. I’ve had some back pain the last few days, showed some irregular contractions on my NST on Thursday, and have had some strong Braxton Hicks lately. I know it’s just my body gearing up for the big day, whether that be in the next few days, or weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which, I’m getting more and more nervous about the big day – specifically, labor and delivery. DH and I watched the video &lt;a href="http://www.laughandlearn.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laugh and Learn about Childbirth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, since we weren’t able to make it to childbirth classes, and to be honest, I’m more nervous now than I was before I watched them! Guess I should have listened to my husband’s advice that &lt;em&gt;ignorance is bliss&lt;/em&gt;. I think it’s the fear of the unknown, and worrying about things that could go wrong. With all the complications I’ve had with this pregnancy, it all makes me even more anxious. I just hope and pray for a safe, complication-free, quick and easy, and pain-free as possible labor and delivery. And that my little girl is 100% healthy with no complications, health, physical, or mental issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend’s plans include finishing packing the hospital bag (it’s almost done, and some things will need to remain out until the day of, as I use them daily), picking up the apartment (so hard to be motivated to do when you’re a few weeks away from moving), and doing some packing. I can only hope that I have the motivation and energy to make some good headway on these things. I’m definitely looking forward to sleeping in a bit tomorrow, as I haven’t been sleeping well the last few nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your plans for the weekend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-8574117606675714704?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8574117606675714704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=8574117606675714704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/8574117606675714704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/8574117606675714704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/tgif.html' title='TGIF!!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-3268888579603985366</id><published>2009-05-27T14:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T14:45:17.198-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminders...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;While meeting with the baby’s pediatrician for the first time, we discussed the history of the pregnancy. I don’t think I truly realized all that we’ve been through with this pregnancy until I “shared my story.” &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scary, massive bleeding mid-December. I truly thought I was going to lose the baby. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bed rest – 3 months of it, from December until mid-March. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Diagnosis of Placenta Previa. Told I would most likely need a c-section to deliver the baby at the end of the pregnancy. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Diagnosed with Anemia. Put on Iron pills for the remainder of the pregnancy. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Failed the first Glucose test that I took. The 3 hour glucose test showed I was on the borderline for one of the tests. I met with a nutritionist and put on a sugar-free, low carb, only water and 8 ounces of milk allowed, eat-every-couple-of-hours diet. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Diagnosed with Oligo (low amniotic fluid) *Numerous non-stress tests and ultrasounds to monitor the baby. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Phew! And this pregnancy isn’t even done yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My doctor has recently shared with me that he is proud of where I’ve been and how far I’ve come. Apparently he was very worried that I would lose the baby with all of the troubles I was having early on. He said he wouldn’t have told me that during the time, but looking back, he really thought I would lose her. That was difficult to hear and comprehend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday, I will be 37 weeks and full-term. I’ve dreamed and prayed for this moment. Especially all those months when I was on bed rest, or was experiencing complications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Soon I will meet my little miracle baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-3268888579603985366?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3268888579603985366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=3268888579603985366' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/3268888579603985366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/3268888579603985366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/reminders.html' title='Reminders...'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-3483175103179263453</id><published>2009-05-25T19:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T19:58:39.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Make a Baby</title><content type='html'>In case you were wondering...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(very cute, and not at all offensive)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://blip.tv/play/grcT5eRA4BA%2Em4v" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="210" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-3483175103179263453?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3483175103179263453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=3483175103179263453' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/3483175103179263453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/3483175103179263453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/how-to-make-baby.html' title='How to Make a Baby'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-8076755445025874967</id><published>2009-05-18T09:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T14:25:35.595-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Encyclopedia of Me'/><title type='text'>Encyclopedia of Me: B</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/ShBBUNJGUMI/AAAAAAAAAjM/6P22FLkE1mM/s1600-h/Encyclopedia+of+Me+-+B.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/ShBBUNJGUMI/AAAAAAAAAjM/6P22FLkE1mM/s400/Encyclopedia+of+Me+-+B.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336837373815050434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lwr/1561506809/"&gt;coloured card disc letter b&lt;/a&gt;, 2. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/mikebaird/1849450523/"&gt;Blond long-haired young lady woman watching the surfers at Morro Bay, CA&lt;/a&gt;, 3. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/teraami/3239384688/"&gt;"The most important thing you leave behind is the stuff that turns into treasures when children find it." ~Story People&lt;/a&gt;, 4. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tropicaliving/2431174326/"&gt;Against the Colors&lt;/a&gt;, 5. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/weeping-willow/2206063695/"&gt;I Love Books&lt;/a&gt;, 6. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lifethroughphotos/2607952799/"&gt;bamboo.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blond: &lt;/span&gt;Yep, I'm a natural blond. In the summer-times growing up, my hair would lighten so much it looked white. My parents divorced when I was young, and I lived with my mother who has dark brown hair. I remember often that strangers would ask me where I got my blond hair from, and I'd cleverly reply, "The Mailman," which someone taught me to say along the way. That always produced a chuckle from the adult inquiring. I never really knew what it meant, until I was old enough to know. And to set things straight, the blond hair came from my Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Bears:&lt;/span&gt; As in teddy bears. Yep, I've got me a collection of them, I'm embarrassed to admit. I didn't intend to have a collection of teddy bears, but one grew into two grew into forty or so. There are some bears that are strictly holiday bears, and get packed and put out with the Christmas decorations. Some I plan on passing along to the baby - well probably all of them, since I really don't have a use for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Butterflies: &lt;/span&gt;I think butterflies are beautiful, wondrous, delicate creatures. I love all the many types and colors of butterflies. I'd like to think that in a past life, I may have been a butterfly, quietly fluttering around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Books:&lt;/span&gt; I have always loved to read. When I was young, you could find my nose in a book the majority of the time. Sometimes I'd finish one or two books in a day. I loved Yhe Babysitter's Club books, as well as mystery or any type of series. I still enjoy reading as an adult, but I don't make enough time for it. Some of my favorite books and authors include: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tuesdays with Morrie&lt;/span&gt; by Mitch Albom (seriously, seriously go get and read this book - it's life-altering), and anything by Nicholas Sparks and Jodi Picoult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Bamboo:&lt;/span&gt; The only plant I have managed to keep alive is the bamboo plant that I have had for 7 or so years. I even gave my bamboo plant a name: Bam-bam. Did you know bamboo plants are thought to bring people luck?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-8076755445025874967?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8076755445025874967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=8076755445025874967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/8076755445025874967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/8076755445025874967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/encyclopedia-of-me-b.html' title='Encyclopedia of Me: B'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/ShBBUNJGUMI/AAAAAAAAAjM/6P22FLkE1mM/s72-c/Encyclopedia+of+Me+-+B.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-5967638330357688718</id><published>2009-05-17T12:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T13:11:15.341-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates and what's on my plate</title><content type='html'>Baby Bean is doing well. I had a little scare on Thursday when the doctor called to say he wanted to see me to do another ultrasound in his office to check on the amniotic fluid levels. If they were still low, he wanted to deliver early. Imagine where my mind was at with that news! I was driving an hour home from work, and my thoughts were all over the place. Thankfully the u/s showed the fluid levels to be over double the amount from the previous day, and she passed all of the other aspects of the test he was looking for. The doctor wanted me to have the u/s repeated the next day at the hospital to be sure they saw the same things he did,  and thankfully, they did. She scored an 8 out of an 8, and everything is looking good. She's also passing all her nonstress tests with flying colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 35 weeks tomorrow. Hubby and I had a tour of the maternity ward of the hospital yesterday. It's all seeming so much more real - scary and exciting all at the same time. I'm still very nervous about delivery, and I think it's a fear of the unknown - not knowing what to expect, what the pain will be, and praying there are no complications for me or baby. Hubby is worried about passing out during delivery and about holding the baby. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am off to do some packing. In a little over a month we will be closing on our house. Wow! And at anytime, this little bundle of joy growing inside of me could be making her entrance into this world. I definitely need to finish packing my hospital bag, and just trying to be as prepared as I can ahead of time. It's crazy to be having a baby, and closing and moving to a new home at the same time. Somehow, though, it will all work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/ShBE5Ng4zvI/AAAAAAAAAjU/s3MorfseWkU/s1600-h/luke+and+boxie+sleeping.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/ShBE5Ng4zvI/AAAAAAAAAjU/s3MorfseWkU/s400/luke+and+boxie+sleeping.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336841308104871666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, this little guy is sick. 102.8 fever, ear infection, cold, and conjunctivitis. Poor little guy. I wish I could take it all away for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-5967638330357688718?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5967638330357688718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=5967638330357688718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/5967638330357688718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/5967638330357688718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/updates-and-whats-on-my-plate.html' title='Updates and what&apos;s on my plate'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/ShBE5Ng4zvI/AAAAAAAAAjU/s3MorfseWkU/s72-c/luke+and+boxie+sleeping.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-8170111651090888834</id><published>2009-05-13T23:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T23:25:15.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Baby</title><content type='html'>I had a routine ultrasound this morning, and it was discovered that the baby has low amniotic fluid. There's actually a diagnosis for it, though I can't remember the correct name for it...olgio something something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very stressed when I returned home, and was waiting for my doctor to call. When he did call, he was very positive and upbeat, and said that besides the low fluid, everything looked great with the baby. We have two options at this point - monitoring the baby with nonstress tests (NST's) or delivering early. The doctor wants to go with the tests at this point, twice a week plus an ultrasound. I had the first NST today, and everything was perfect. So far, so good. The next test is Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's still very active, and pushing on Mommy's bladder all the time! According to the ultrasound, she's measuring 5 lbs, 8 oz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep our baby in your prayers, if you would. Pray that she'll remain safe and healthy during the remainder of this pregnancy. And if she needs to come early, please pray for God to help guide the doctors and nurses in determining that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-8170111651090888834?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8170111651090888834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=8170111651090888834' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/8170111651090888834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/8170111651090888834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/update-on-baby.html' title='Update on Baby'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-6355520111255568165</id><published>2009-05-05T09:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T09:00:01.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Leaf</title><content type='html'>I was so happy to stumble upon &lt;a href="http://spraguelab.squarespace.com/"&gt;Jessica Sprague's blog&lt;/a&gt;, and in particular, &lt;a href="http://spraguelab.squarespace.com/blog/2009/4/21/mountains.html?lastPage=true#comment3943677"&gt;this post&lt;/a&gt;, in which Jessica writes:  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think my favorite color is New Leaf. You know those brand new little leaves that are that light, bright green color? It’s the color of “HOORAY!”, and I don’t know how else to describe it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Jessica - because this is EXACTLY how I feel too!! This vibrant green color of the budding trees appearing each spring just takes my breath away. Thank you for giving this color a name! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;New Leaf&lt;/span&gt;. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/Sf9byWa7JgI/AAAAAAAAAjE/-u6KeNwXC5k/s1600-h/Spring+Buds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/Sf9byWa7JgI/AAAAAAAAAjE/-u6KeNwXC5k/s400/Spring+Buds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332081404400051714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(photo courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bigskykatie/2988210344/"&gt;Katie LaSalle-Lowery&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/bigskykatie/2988210344/"&gt; at flickr&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-6355520111255568165?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6355520111255568165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=6355520111255568165' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/6355520111255568165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/6355520111255568165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-leaf.html' title='New Leaf'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/Sf9byWa7JgI/AAAAAAAAAjE/-u6KeNwXC5k/s72-c/Spring+Buds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-7514302731062835372</id><published>2009-05-04T11:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T12:13:09.344-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy First Birthday, Noah!!</title><content type='html'>One year ago today, this little guy was born into the world, a month and a half early. I had gone to Maine to visit my family, and was staying with my sister. The very first night I was there, her water broke. I think Noah may have been excited to see his Aunt Jo, don't you? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/Sf8P2CKaPeI/AAAAAAAAAi0/jAPxKtWHKxg/s1600-h/Picture+7151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/Sf8P2CKaPeI/AAAAAAAAAi0/jAPxKtWHKxg/s400/Picture+7151.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331997904797842914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/Sf8P1_EbwLI/AAAAAAAAAis/OQw0gh9vl9Q/s1600-h/Picture+7131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/Sf8P1_EbwLI/AAAAAAAAAis/OQw0gh9vl9Q/s400/Picture+7131.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331997903967469746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He's come a long way in a year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/Sf8Tmz-T2MI/AAAAAAAAAi8/jKdKFu6w2Jk/s1600-h/noah+mosaic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/Sf8Tmz-T2MI/AAAAAAAAAi8/jKdKFu6w2Jk/s400/noah+mosaic.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332002041337469122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Happy Birthday, little buddy!!! Aunt Jo loves you very much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-7514302731062835372?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7514302731062835372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=7514302731062835372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/7514302731062835372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/7514302731062835372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-first-birthday-noah.html' title='Happy First Birthday, Noah!!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/Sf8P2CKaPeI/AAAAAAAAAi0/jAPxKtWHKxg/s72-c/Picture+7151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-5430933443294183004</id><published>2009-05-02T18:23:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T20:42:43.555-04:00</updated><title type='text'>National Scrapbooking Day</title><content type='html'>I'm finally able to participate in National Scrapbooking Day (NSD) - the last few years I've missed it due to some other appointment or traveling. Not today. Although, I do have to admit that while I got my "scrap on," I didn't create nearly as much as I would have liked to as the baby didn't seem to like the position I was sitting in too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving &lt;a href="http://www.kellyskornerblog.com/2009/04/show-us-your-house-friday.html"&gt;Kelly's "Show Us Where You Live"&lt;/a&gt; challenge that she is hosting every Friday. This past Friday was all about kitchens, and I've been a peeping tom and perusing everyone's links. With moving into our first home next month, this is perfect for decorating ideas and inspiration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this is not my kitchen now, but the kitchen we will be moving into. Obviously, the wallpaper needs to go, and the appliances need to be updated at some point (there is a new stove and built-in microwave that are black, so I'm not sure if we'll do black or stainless). Anywho, please let me know your thoughts -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;how would YOU update this kitchen??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SfzSERfQQKI/AAAAAAAAAik/CN2T3jgNkeg/s1600-h/KITCHEN.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SfzSERfQQKI/AAAAAAAAAik/CN2T3jgNkeg/s400/KITCHEN.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331367029755625634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. What do you think of the blog makeover? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-5430933443294183004?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5430933443294183004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=5430933443294183004' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/5430933443294183004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/5430933443294183004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/national-scrapbooking-day.html' title='National Scrapbooking Day'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SfzSERfQQKI/AAAAAAAAAik/CN2T3jgNkeg/s72-c/KITCHEN.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-6679856484186169093</id><published>2009-04-30T20:19:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T21:06:02.602-04:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Things</title><content type='html'>I've got something in my eye, and I can't figure out what it is. Well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beside&lt;/span&gt;s my contact lens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look who's taking Karate - he absolutely LOVES it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SfpJuMpDC_I/AAAAAAAAAic/v3tVyi_YtK0/s1600-h/lukekarate.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SfpJuMpDC_I/AAAAAAAAAic/v3tVyi_YtK0/s320/lukekarate.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330654166962605042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're moving forward with purchasing this home. As long as things go smoothly from here on out, we should be home-owners on June 19. And by smoothly, I mean &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;financially-smooth&lt;/span&gt; as well. Making sure we not only have enough for the down payment but all the other little costs, which seem to expand by the minute. Anyone have a clear cut list of costs we're likely to procure? Because our bank can't seem to give us all the answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, call us crazy, but by mid-June, we'll not only be first-time home-buyers, but first-time parents as well. Oy! I'm sure I'll look back on this time and wonder what the heck I was thinking. Either that, or I'll pat myself on the back for being so productive in one month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My doctor sent me home with a bunch of papers to look at and fill out, one of which includes my "birthing plan." Umm, no, I do not know if I want the baby to have skin-to-skin contact and be breast fed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;before&lt;/span&gt; she is weighed, cleaned, and all that good stuff. I don't know if I want the umbilical cord cut &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; its done pulsating. And pain meds? When, what, and how much to have? No clue. I've never done this before, so I'm not too sure of what I'll be able to handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I attempt to &lt;s&gt;stick my finger in my eye&lt;/s&gt; see clearly again, I'll leave you with the following tag I received from &lt;a href="http://missmelissaw.blogspot.com/"&gt;Melissa&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 Things that I am looking forward to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Reclaiming my body. (Can you tell I'm getting to the end of my pregnancy?)&lt;br /&gt;2. Drinking coffee, coke, juice, a glass of wine, and eating sweets again.&lt;br /&gt;3. Things to be all said and done with this house buying process - it is stressful.&lt;br /&gt;4. Seeing my baby daughter for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;5. Purging the junk in my &lt;s&gt;trunk&lt;/s&gt; apartment - Getting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and staying &lt;/span&gt;organized. I'm on a mission!&lt;br /&gt;6. Doing some scrapbooking on Saturday, National Scrapbooking Day!&lt;br /&gt;7. Decorating our new home. Looking forward to a clean slate.&lt;br /&gt;8. Wearing my wedding ring again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;8 Things I Did Yesterday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Worked, worked, worked.&lt;br /&gt;2. Roasted a whole chicken for dinner. Yum (even if I cooked it upside down).&lt;br /&gt;3. Craved an iced coffee.&lt;br /&gt;4. Watched Idol, and was shocked by Adam being in the bottom 3.&lt;br /&gt;5. Perused online. Read some blogs. Got sucked into Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;6. Cleaned the microwave.&lt;br /&gt;7. Talked to my sister on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;8. Worried about finances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;8 Things I Wish I Could Do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. See my sister and nephews more often.&lt;br /&gt;2. Be more organized.&lt;br /&gt;3. Be more motivated.&lt;br /&gt;4. Be a stay-at-home Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;5. Be more outgoing.&lt;br /&gt;6. Be independently wealthy.&lt;br /&gt;7. Get published in a scrapbook magazine.&lt;br /&gt;8. Feel as though I am &lt;s&gt;completely&lt;/s&gt; as ready as I can be for this baby to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;8 Shows I Watch:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dancing with the Stars&lt;br /&gt;2. American Idol&lt;br /&gt;3. Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;4. Private Practice&lt;br /&gt;5. Guiding Light&lt;br /&gt;6. Ellen (that girl makes me laugh)&lt;br /&gt;7. The Cash Cab (dh and I watch this when we order pizza for dinner)&lt;br /&gt;8. The Bachelor, when it's on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;8 People I'm Tagging:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're reading this, consider yourself tagged!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-6679856484186169093?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6679856484186169093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=6679856484186169093' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/6679856484186169093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/6679856484186169093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/8-things.html' title='8 Things'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SfpJuMpDC_I/AAAAAAAAAic/v3tVyi_YtK0/s72-c/lukekarate.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-5076676166970258057</id><published>2009-04-22T15:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T14:26:52.095-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Encyclopedia of Me'/><title type='text'>Encyclopedia of Me: A</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I saw this idea on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://aherncentral.blogspot.com/2009/04/encyclopedia-of-me-g.html"&gt;Emilie's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; blog. Emilie got this idea from her friend, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://emilyssomething.blogspot.com/search?q=encyclopedia"&gt;Emily&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, who got the idea from someone else out there in blogland. Regardless, it is such a wonderful idea that I thought I, too, would try it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's called the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Encyclopedia of Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In a series of 26 posts, I'll list some things about me for each letter of the alphabet. Some letters will be harder than others (can't wait for those!), and I'll do this over time - hopefully by this time next year I can compile these into a neat little scrapbook or mini book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Let me know if you decide to try this, or if you're already doing it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;First up... A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SfDCXP_q6qI/AAAAAAAAAiU/7THI9GSeoNo/s1600-h/encyclopedia+of+me+-+A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SfDCXP_q6qI/AAAAAAAAAiU/7THI9GSeoNo/s400/encyclopedia+of+me+-+A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327972063865662114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1. Not available, 2. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/karen710/3339589444/"&gt;66/365: take a breather&lt;/a&gt;, 3. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/pensive-reflections/3324917893/"&gt;Color Me!&lt;/a&gt;, 4. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/metaphoric/20492676/"&gt;Little Luxuries #3&lt;/a&gt;, 5. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/abbylanes/3087330663/"&gt;Cup of Tea?&lt;/a&gt;, 6. &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tigerfeed/2890802485/"&gt;The Magic of Autumn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asthma: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I was diagnosed with exercise-induced asthma when I was in my early twenties. In my teens, I was convinced that I suffered from asthma, although I was never officially diagnosed. I always had trouble running or doing anything too strenuous for a long period of time. Finally, I decided to make an official appointment to figure it out once and for all, and lo and behold, wouldn't you know - I indeed suffer from asthma. I have an inhaler that I use prior to strenuous activity or exercise. I've only had one full blown asthma attack that was not exercised-induced. Of course, it was the one time my inhaler had run out. I wasn't able to get to the doctor's office for a refill until later in the day, so my doctor suggested I drink a lot of coffee in the meantime to help fight the attack. Who would have known?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Art: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I adore art in many different forms - paintings, drawings, fabric, cards, scrapbook pages, interior design, etc. I love being inspired by various artists out there. I also like to create art, though others might not consider it art! I enjoy scrapbooking, card-making, and making jewelry and buttons. I also dabble in drawing from time to time. Art to me equals creativity, and there are so many ways for one to be creative, and one person's creative art may be entirely different from the person next to them. That's part of what makes art so inspiring!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apricot Scrub: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;St. Ives Apricot Scrub - I use this every day, and have been doing so for probably 7 or so years. I love giving my face a "clean slate" by exfoliating, and this scrub does the trick, while at the same time being gentle to my sensitive skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Antiques: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I love antiques. They tell such a wonderful story from our past. I love to peruse antique and thrift stores, and have a few purchased antiques in my home. I'm a sucker for old tea cups and saucers. We also have an old pirate ship model. I get so excited when I see something that reminds me of my grandmother (not to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; is antique) - usually something she herself had at one time. Antique furniture is another favorite - I love the design and structure of old furniture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Autumn: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Autumn is probably my favorite of the four seasons. Spring and summer tie for second place, and winter would come in last. Autumn to me means sweater weather, bonfires, snuggling up in a blanket on the porch with a mug of hot apple cider&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; (sometimes with a dash of rum), apple-picking and apple-cider donuts (yum!), planning for our annual Halloween party, Thanksgiving, and who could forget the gorgeous, brilliant colors the leaves turn? I'm honestly surprised I have not been in an accident from leaf-peeping while driving. My only complaint about autumn? I wish it lasted longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-5076676166970258057?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5076676166970258057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=5076676166970258057' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/5076676166970258057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/5076676166970258057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/encyclopedia-of-me.html' title='Encyclopedia of Me: A'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SfDCXP_q6qI/AAAAAAAAAiU/7THI9GSeoNo/s72-c/encyclopedia+of+me+-+A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-871825961126592313</id><published>2009-04-20T15:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T15:49:03.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!</title><content type='html'>We have a signed contract - the owner accepted &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; accepting of his final offer, and the other terms of the contract. Now on with the process...May everything else go a little smoother than it has been up until this point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your prayers and support. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a separate note, I had my baby shower yesterday. I plan on taking pictures of the items I got and sharing them here - I was actually planning on doing this today, but I'm exhausted! So, stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-871825961126592313?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/871825961126592313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=871825961126592313' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/871825961126592313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/871825961126592313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/yay.html' title='Yay!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-4906893039927002075</id><published>2009-04-16T21:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T21:42:04.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>House Prayers</title><content type='html'>Needing prayers...I'm worried our realtor may have been too aggressive, and it's going to cost us this house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying it will all work out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-4906893039927002075?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4906893039927002075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=4906893039927002075' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/4906893039927002075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/4906893039927002075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/house-prayers.html' title='House Prayers'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-4303870192960170096</id><published>2009-04-15T13:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T14:07:57.249-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Watched Pot</title><content type='html'>"Patience is something you admire in the driver behind you, but not in one ahead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bill Mcglashen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rome was not built in a day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Proverb&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How can a society that exists on instant mashed potatoes, packaged cake mixes, frozen dinners, and instant cameras teach patience to its young?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paul Sweeney&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A watched pot never boils."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every Mother&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting is difficult. It is anxiety-provoking and nerve-wracking. Watching the minutes tick by makes for a looooong day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We put an offer on a house last night, and we are &lt;s&gt;impatiently&lt;/s&gt; patiently waiting to hear back on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Patience is bitter, but its fruit is sweet."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jean-Jacques Rousseau&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope and pray this is so. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-4303870192960170096?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4303870192960170096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=4303870192960170096' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/4303870192960170096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/4303870192960170096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/watched-pot.html' title='A Watched Pot'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-4575302551315959782</id><published>2009-04-15T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T09:00:01.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been...</title><content type='html'>hunting for our first home&lt;br /&gt;going to bed early&lt;br /&gt;neglecting the house work&lt;br /&gt;watching my belly ripple from the baby's movements&lt;br /&gt;eating very little sugar&lt;br /&gt;drinking a lot of water&lt;br /&gt;talking and giggling with my nephews over the phone&lt;br /&gt;loving the longer and warmer days&lt;br /&gt;dreaming about our first home&lt;br /&gt;praying a lot, all day and night&lt;br /&gt;anticipating this baby&lt;br /&gt;wishing for more sleep&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to consuming the &lt;a href="http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/officially.html"&gt;things I currently can't have&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeling anxious, nervous, and excited all at the same time&lt;br /&gt;wondering about the future&lt;br /&gt;thinking there are a lot of changes about to take place in the next few months&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-4575302551315959782?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4575302551315959782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=4575302551315959782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/4575302551315959782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/4575302551315959782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-been.html' title='I&apos;ve been...'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-7906106641293990440</id><published>2009-04-14T21:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T22:15:43.707-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Better than the Easter Bunny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SeVC7h31SNI/AAAAAAAAAiE/oWD3G5rP-ok/s1600-h/bunny.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SeVC7h31SNI/AAAAAAAAAiE/oWD3G5rP-ok/s320/bunny.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324735724907743442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversation between my sister and nephew on Saturday evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy: "Luke, guess who's coming tonight?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke: "AUNT JO!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy: "No, honey. The Easter Bunny."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Awww, I rank above the Easter Bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-7906106641293990440?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7906106641293990440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=7906106641293990440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/7906106641293990440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/7906106641293990440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/better-than-easter-bunny.html' title='Better than the Easter Bunny'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SeVC7h31SNI/AAAAAAAAAiE/oWD3G5rP-ok/s72-c/bunny.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-8446579953961640957</id><published>2009-04-06T13:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T14:29:54.671-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SdpJ_jNpJ6I/AAAAAAAAAh8/CbV3Z5OiYW8/s1600-h/do+not+disturb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SdpJ_jNpJ6I/AAAAAAAAAh8/CbV3Z5OiYW8/s320/do+not+disturb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321647265824712610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in a bit of a funk the last few days. I'm going to blame it on the pregnancy hormones. Regardless, I'm finding myself easily irritated lately. My goal today is to try to stay away from people as much as possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially in the third trimester of my pregnancy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officially feeling larger than large, and wondering if I'll ever see my toes again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officially craving all the things I can't have - feta cheese, coffee, deli meat, coffee, coke, coffee, sweets, coffee, wine, and did I mention, coffee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officially unable to sleep through the night. Perhaps this is pre-training. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officially huge in the boob department. My husband affectionately calls my 38D bra, "the soup bowls."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officially missing my old wardrobe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officially excited, anxious, and nervous that in possibly two months - eight weeks - I could be having this baby! Where did the time go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-8446579953961640957?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8446579953961640957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=8446579953961640957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/8446579953961640957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/8446579953961640957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/officially.html' title='Officially'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SdpJ_jNpJ6I/AAAAAAAAAh8/CbV3Z5OiYW8/s72-c/do+not+disturb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-9061475502565486031</id><published>2009-03-29T15:13:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T15:37:19.759-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Sunday Inspiration</title><content type='html'>So yes, it's been a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been busy with getting back into the swing of things since being back to work part-time. So far, so good. My next OB appointment is this coming Thursday, and I'm hoping my doctor will give the a-okay to me working full-time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few things that have been inspiring me of late:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/Sc_J7ZnCdYI/AAAAAAAAAhk/9t6KDyiuy8A/s1600-h/week+23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/Sc_J7ZnCdYI/AAAAAAAAAhk/9t6KDyiuy8A/s320/week+23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318691707271935362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. This guy, &lt;a href="http://pacingthepanicroom.blogspot.com/2009/03/week-25.html"&gt;Ryan Marshall&lt;/a&gt;, who photographs his wife and her growing belly weekly during her pregnancy, and adds wonderful journaling as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/Sc_LCVcyyWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/EHZfFxdbnYg/s1600-h/12-kissing-checklist-rachel_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/Sc_LCVcyyWI/AAAAAAAAAhs/EHZfFxdbnYg/s320/12-kissing-checklist-rachel_sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318692925925935458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. This kissing checklist print from &lt;a href="http://www.keepcalmgallery.com/products/view/kissing-checklist"&gt;Rachel Foster&lt;/a&gt;. Is there a place you would add to this list? I think I'd add "in the rain," "during a blackout," and "at the beach at sunset."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/Sc_MCa1rXEI/AAAAAAAAAh0/hlb_ZUL6rmM/s1600-h/samoasbars2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/Sc_MCa1rXEI/AAAAAAAAAh0/hlb_ZUL6rmM/s320/samoasbars2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318694026884111426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. These &lt;a href="http://bakingbites.com/2009/02/homemade-girl-scout-cookies-samoas-bars/"&gt;homemade samoas bars&lt;/a&gt; (originally posted by Jody at &lt;a href="http://jodyferlaak.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nitty Gritty&lt;/a&gt;). Who says chocolate isn't inspiring? These are one of the first things on my list of things to make after this baby comes. For now, I'm trying to keep it healthy. :) But if you make them, let me know how they turn out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's inspiring you right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to call my little brother and wish him a Happy 15th Birthday, and then hop in the shower (yes, it's been a lazy, rainy Sunday). I've got some dinner plans with the hubs, and then a Pampered Chef party to attend later this evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the rest of your weekends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-9061475502565486031?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9061475502565486031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=9061475502565486031' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/9061475502565486031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/9061475502565486031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/lazy-sunday-inspiration.html' title='Lazy Sunday Inspiration'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/Sc_J7ZnCdYI/AAAAAAAAAhk/9t6KDyiuy8A/s72-c/week+23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-3981354750690967158</id><published>2009-03-17T19:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T20:25:45.708-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Patrick's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pinch me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well don't, because I'm actually wearing green. A green shirt, and green pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you won't see a picture of that, because I'm still in my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pj's!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about this picture from last year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/ScA0K8W7t2I/AAAAAAAAAhM/D6n0a4Cbtew/s1600-h/Picture+692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/ScA0K8W7t2I/AAAAAAAAAhM/D6n0a4Cbtew/s320/Picture+692.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314304922902837090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly I didn't have a chance to dress up in my St. Patty's Day garb this year as we didn't do the annual St. Patty's Day tradition with the in-laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful weekend with the family here. I was so sad to see them go though. I really wish they could have stayed longer. To say I was in a funk on Sunday after they left would be an understatement. I was missing them even more than usual. And my eyes are tearing up just thinking about it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they pulled in the driveway, my sister said Luke's seat belt came flying off, and he was in the front seat of the car before it had fully stopped. He was the first one in the house, and when he saw me, he flew into my arms (more tears, dang these pregnancy hormones).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The visit started off quite eventful as Luke had gotten a splinter from our hand railing. Poor bugga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting settled, we celebrated Luke's 4th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/ScA5TnWLzNI/AAAAAAAAAhU/rlXvpFcLxBc/s1600-h/Picnik+collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/ScA5TnWLzNI/AAAAAAAAAhU/rlXvpFcLxBc/s320/Picnik+collage2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314310569439513810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice a theme? Yep, he asked for a Star Wars Party, which of course meant Star Wars gifts and cake. (Notice there is a guy missing from the cake. It had already made its way to Luke's mouth to lick the frosting off of at the time of this picture). DH and I totally forgot to have him dress up in his Darth Vader costume for the occasion, which bums me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And look at this little guy - he's getting soooo big!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/ScA9Btp-upI/AAAAAAAAAhc/CPfBKT--oYQ/s1600-h/Picnik+collage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/ScA9Btp-upI/AAAAAAAAAhc/CPfBKT--oYQ/s320/Picnik+collage4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314314659942021778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should see this boy eat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of time was spent playing with Luke and those Star Wars guys and cuddling with Noah. At the end of the day on Saturday, we went back to the hotel where the fam was staying at, and I laid with Luke in bed, watching the Cars movie, until he fell asleep. He was sooo snuggly - he laid his head right on my chest. Melted my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time went by too fast, and Luke is already trying to figure out a way to visit again soon (me too)! I love these boys so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-3981354750690967158?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3981354750690967158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=3981354750690967158' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/3981354750690967158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/3981354750690967158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-st-patricks-day.html' title='Happy St. Patrick&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/ScA0K8W7t2I/AAAAAAAAAhM/D6n0a4Cbtew/s72-c/Picture+692.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-245871027151646780</id><published>2009-03-12T11:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T12:00:01.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good News!</title><content type='html'>It's been such a good week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* We were approved for a mortgage, so we're currently in pursuit of our first home. So very exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SbkxOsxx3iI/AAAAAAAAAhE/DYGGC-ziOic/s1600-h/house_for_sale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SbkxOsxx3iI/AAAAAAAAAhE/DYGGC-ziOic/s320/house_for_sale.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312331364068089378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I had my OB appointment today, and based on the ultrasound from Tuesday, my placenta has moved! I no longer have previa, though I have a "low-lying" placenta. My doctor said there is an 80% chance of it continuing to move up, and about a 20% chance of it staying where it is. (There is less than a 1% chance of it reverting downward, which he said is really rare.) This is all very exciting for many reasons. 1) I am now "eligible" for a regular delivery instead of a c-section. Oy. I had just started to wrap my head around the idea of a c-section. Now I have to come to terms with the possibility of a vaginal delivery. Of course, there are pros and cons of both. I was okay with the c-section because it gave me a set date for delivery, which would allow my family from out of state to make travel plans if they wish, and would just overall be good for hubby and I in preparing. Cons - major surgery and longer recovery time. Pros of regular delivery - less recovery time.  Ultimately though, method of delivery will depend on a number of thing, including how things go between now and then, and how big the baby is. She's already measuring about 2-2 1/2 pounds (65th percentile), and there's over three months to go. Hubby was a big baby, as were his siblings, and his mom had to have c-sections, so we'll see. But what this also means is 2) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;I'm no longer on bed rest, and can return to work!&lt;/span&gt; We're starting out part-time to see how it goes, and then I have another doctor's appointment in 3 weeks, and we'll reassess things then. If things are going well, I can return to work full time. Of course, I'm planning on taking it easy, and not overdoing it. The last thing I want is to be back on bed rest. But this means I won't be losing my job, have to switch to hubby's health insurance, etc. I am a little nervous, as can be expected, but anxious to resume a somewhat normal lifestyle again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* And to top it all off, I get to see my sweet nephews this weekend, along with my brother, sister, and parents. We're celebrating Luke's 4th birthday, with a Star Wars themed party. I haven't seen my nephews since October, so am very excited to see them! I only wish they could stay longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for good news and many blessings!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-245871027151646780?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/245871027151646780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=245871027151646780' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/245871027151646780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/245871027151646780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-news.html' title='Good News!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SbkxOsxx3iI/AAAAAAAAAhE/DYGGC-ziOic/s72-c/house_for_sale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-8796528410924821110</id><published>2009-03-07T18:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T18:16:49.785-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to my girl</title><content type='html'>Dear Baby Bean, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you've found Momma's ribs - ouch, ouch, ouch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Daddy felt you kick for the first time. You were kicking up a storm as you usually do when I wake up, and much to Daddy's sleepy stupor, I placed his hand on my belly and he felt you kick about three times! Thanks for that - usually you stop kicking when someone wants to feel you. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was beautiful outside - in the 60's! We had the windows open and the promise of spring, and all things new and fresh, was in the air. I so can't wait for Spring, and to meet you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-8796528410924821110?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8796528410924821110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=8796528410924821110' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/8796528410924821110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/8796528410924821110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/letter-to-my-girl.html' title='Letter to my girl'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-3812376840689045095</id><published>2009-03-06T21:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T23:42:18.794-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession Time</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure if it's the bed rest, lack of sleep, spring fever, pregnancy hormones - or a combination of all of the above - but goodness, gracious, I have to be honest when I say that I've just kind of been down this past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready for the day when I can reclaim this body of mine, I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I'm very thankful to have this life growing inside of me, and I'm so anxious and excited to meet our little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just also so weepy and emotional...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've been having a difficult time lately with my body and this pregnancy. I don't recognize the person in the mirror anymore, and I'm tired of the hurtful comments sometimes received about my appearance. Some of the comments are not meant to be hurtful - like when I hear people talking about how big I already am. I know they're just surprised and curious, and don't mean any true harm by it. And yes, they do have some right to take notice, as it's true that I'm measuring a little bigger than I should according to my OB. But then there are the comments made which are downright mean and hurtful, and are usually done in front of a group of people, which only makes me feel worse and more self-conscious. Specifically when someone comments on how fat my cheeks are, and worse yet, has started pinching them and referring to them as &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jowls&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am quite aware that pregnancy = weight gain. With that and all of the other changes my body is going through, I don't need the not-so-kind reminders. I am quite conscious that I may sport a double chin sometimes (or maybe I just think I do), but I don't need to be reminded. Seriously, I'm getting to a point where I don't want to see people at all, for fear of what they might think or outright say about how I look. And to think I have three more months of this. How big will I be by the end of this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just tired of the insensitivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, check out &lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/"&gt;Polyvore&lt;/a&gt; for some fun fashion creativity. Here are some of my "spring" creations. So looking forward to this new season, some warmer weather, and changing the clocks this weekend to gain an extra hour of day light!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/sea_green/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=7024071"&gt;&lt;img width="400" alt="Sea Green" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFjVnRVQxZEVLM2hHR21MTThxSnZvM2cAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="Sea Green" height="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/sea_green/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=7024071"&gt;Sea Green&lt;/a&gt; - by &lt;a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=654904"&gt;kierrala&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/"&gt;Polyvore.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/pink_meets_brown/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=7035591"&gt;&lt;img width="400" alt="Pink Meets Brown" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFl90MmhvZEVLM2hHZXdLU1JQTVFnaHcAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="Pink Meets Brown" height="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/pink_meets_brown/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=7035591"&gt;Pink Meets Brown&lt;/a&gt; - by &lt;a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=654904"&gt;kierrala&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/"&gt;Polyvore.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/bohemian_rhapsody/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=7021226"&gt;&lt;img width="400" alt="Bohemian Rhapsody" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFlN1UXJUNFVLM2hHdjhGMGVQTVFnaHcAAAACaWQKAWUAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="Bohemian Rhapsody" height="400" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/bohemian_rhapsody/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=7021226"&gt;Bohemian Rhapsody&lt;/a&gt; - by &lt;a rel="nofollow" href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/profile?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=654904"&gt;kierrala&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/"&gt;Polyvore.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-3812376840689045095?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3812376840689045095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=3812376840689045095' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/3812376840689045095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/3812376840689045095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/confession-time.html' title='Confession Time'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-5571505623954734749</id><published>2009-03-06T17:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T17:56:37.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't be fooled</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SbGoaJLqvrI/AAAAAAAAAgs/c4v1TrfBoK0/s1600-h/thin+mints.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SbGoaJLqvrI/AAAAAAAAAgs/c4v1TrfBoK0/s320/thin+mints.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310210602741448370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love a good Girl Scout Cookie? Mmm, especially Thin Mints - there's nothing else like them. Especially dunked in some hot tea. Yummo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, such was not the case the other nite when my father-in-law innocently offered me one of these delectable cookies. As he handed it to me, he asked if I had experienced any heart burn with my pregnancy. Nope, none, I answered. And as I took my first bite, he told me how my mother-in-law, without fail, always had terrible heart burn after eating Thin Mint Girl Scout Cookies. Bah, I told him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not even thirty minutes later, and I was feeling the burn. My father-in-law laughed in an "I-told-you-so" kind of manner as I clutched my chest and downed a glass of cold milk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would've thought? Heart burn from chocolate and mint?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-5571505623954734749?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5571505623954734749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=5571505623954734749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/5571505623954734749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/5571505623954734749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/dont-be-fooled.html' title='Don&apos;t be fooled'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SbGoaJLqvrI/AAAAAAAAAgs/c4v1TrfBoK0/s72-c/thin+mints.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-357662837136036547</id><published>2009-03-02T18:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T19:02:41.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating Dr. Seuss Week!</title><content type='html'>Did you know that today is Dr. Seuss' birthday? Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate, my husband read &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lorax-Classic-Seuss-Dr/dp/0394823370"&gt;The Lorax&lt;/a&gt; to the baby and me. I think she enjoyed hearing her daddy's voice and those silly rhymes, as she was kicking away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some 6 month photos of me and my baby belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SaxyshvczoI/AAAAAAAAAgc/5v8ctx0PQhA/s1600-h/babybelly+023.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SaxyshvczoI/AAAAAAAAAgc/5v8ctx0PQhA/s320/babybelly+023.2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308744170060172930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/Saxys3hS5nI/AAAAAAAAAgk/0ClNNM96VEw/s1600-h/babybelly+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/Saxys3hS5nI/AAAAAAAAAgk/0ClNNM96VEw/s320/babybelly+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308744175906383474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-357662837136036547?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/357662837136036547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=357662837136036547' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/357662837136036547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/357662837136036547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/celebrating-dr-seuss-week.html' title='Celebrating Dr. Seuss Week!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SaxyshvczoI/AAAAAAAAAgc/5v8ctx0PQhA/s72-c/babybelly+023.2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-5042088422809726472</id><published>2009-02-28T17:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:55:05.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers for Baby Jonah</title><content type='html'>Since I've been on bed rest, there have been so many times that I've come across those in need of prayer... usually for their just born babies - some who have passed shortly after their birth, and others who are struggling to survive. It breaks my heart to read of these stories, and being pregnant myself, it scares the heck out of me at the same time. Each time I see a request for prayers with a link to a story, I hesitate to click on it, thinking I simply can not take on any more sadness, grief, and worry when it comes to these sweet babies of the world. But then God gently nudges me to go ahead and click on the link, read the story, and lift the family up in prayer. I'll be honest, I don't know if it is just one more way to know Him more, and see His presence, or if there is some other deeper meaning. And in full honesty, as I sit here crying, it scares me a little. I guess it just hits a little too close to home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I read about sweet &lt;a href="http://patriceandmattwilliams.blogspot.com/"&gt;baby Jonah&lt;/a&gt;, and I ask that you join me in praying for him and his family. Jonah's parents lost their first child about a year ago, and now during a time that should be filled with happiness and joy is instead filled with worry, sadness, and uncertainty as they deal with the discovery of a very serious skin disorder that Jonah was born with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for strength and peace for Patrice and Matt during this difficult time, for the doctors and nurses to be guided by God's hands and direction, and for the best for this little boy. Don't hesitate to pray for a miracle for baby Jonah. We &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt;know&lt;/a&gt; how the Lord can work. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://patriceandmattwilliams.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="160" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uad8mPxszLk/SarGlHZEl6I/AAAAAAAAAb0/BKarugn-at0/s400/jonah.jpg" height="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-5042088422809726472?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5042088422809726472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=5042088422809726472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/5042088422809726472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/5042088422809726472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/prayers-for-baby-jonah.html' title='Prayers for Baby Jonah'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Uad8mPxszLk/SarGlHZEl6I/AAAAAAAAAb0/BKarugn-at0/s72-c/jonah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-6802429908167547721</id><published>2009-02-21T10:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T11:20:25.445-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For the "girls"</title><content type='html'>Overheard conversation between my darling husband and his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Before she was pregnant, her boobs were nearly perfect. Then in the beginning of the pregnancy, they got a little bigger, and it was like the ice cream after dinner; a special little treat. Now they're too big, and it's like throwing too much hot fudge and nuts onto the ice cream, and getting sick off it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh honey, I love you, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-6802429908167547721?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6802429908167547721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=6802429908167547721' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/6802429908167547721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/6802429908167547721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/for-girls.html' title='For the &quot;girls&quot;'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-5102401834177363746</id><published>2009-02-18T19:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T19:41:13.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bachelor Shockers?</title><content type='html'>Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you know me...I've been on bed rest for 3 months now, so finding something to be obsessed with is fairly easy to do. Well, I wouldn't really call it an &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;obsession&lt;/span&gt;, but I do look forward to watching The Bachelor each week. It gives me something to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I particularly had my curiosity piqued about what's to come after viewing this week's episode.  There was a little disclaimer at the end of the episode stating that " something happens that's so stunning and dramatic, we taped it in private without an audience" and to protect all of those involved...blah, blah, blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided to do a little research today, otherwise known as trying to find something to do to cure my current boredom. I stumbled upon some online recaps of the show, and realized there is quite a bit of drama and criticism going on in the online world right now regarding this show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you follow The Bachelor, (ahem, &lt;a href="http://amberfilkins.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amber&lt;/a&gt;), then follow the following links, and let me know your thoughts. I had a little skepticism about Reality Steve's theory, but after reading Chris Harrison's blog, there is a lot of overlap (ie&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; two&lt;/span&gt; After The Final Rose Ceremonies), so now I'm not sure what to think. The only thing I know for sure is that time will tell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://realitysteve.com/blog/"&gt;Reality Steve's Hypothesis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://popwatch.ew.com/popwatch/2009/02/chris-harriso-2.html#comment-148914083"&gt;Chris Harrison's Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-5102401834177363746?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5102401834177363746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=5102401834177363746' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/5102401834177363746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/5102401834177363746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/bachelor-shockers.html' title='Bachelor Shockers?'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-2930518482260514996</id><published>2009-02-16T15:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T15:15:42.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, great joy!</title><content type='html'>I get to see, touch, and love on those two sweet boys mentioned in the last post in mid-March, when they'll be coming to visit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-2930518482260514996?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2930518482260514996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=2930518482260514996' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/2930518482260514996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/2930518482260514996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-great-joy.html' title='Oh, great joy!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-310213120998156356</id><published>2009-02-14T16:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T22:13:30.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SZd-G5zfMCI/AAAAAAAAAfs/fKPp3-X618U/s1600-h/love+found.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SZd-G5zfMCI/AAAAAAAAAfs/fKPp3-X618U/s320/love+found.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302845743313137698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;from &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5071031"&gt;creative thursday&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In honor of my sweet, sweet nephew, Luke - this post is for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How often do you find a child who's favorite holiday is Valentine's Day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called my nephew this morning to be sure to wish him a Happy Valentine's Day, and this conversation took place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Him, upon answering the phone:&lt;/span&gt; Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Happy Valentine's Day, buddy! Is this your favorite holiday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; How come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt; Because I like to give out hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*swoon*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister said he was so excited Friday evening when he heard on the radio that the following day was Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other sweet things this sweet boy does:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SZeATU1qEaI/AAAAAAAAAf0/bQz7dFQ6IJg/s1600-h/lollipop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SZeATU1qEaI/AAAAAAAAAf0/bQz7dFQ6IJg/s320/lollipop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302848155751682466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shares his lollipop with his little brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SZeATXbdCKI/AAAAAAAAAf8/aY5T4O16k_A/s1600-h/lollipop2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SZeATXbdCKI/AAAAAAAAAf8/aY5T4O16k_A/s320/lollipop2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302848156447082658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feeds his brother his bottle, even though said brother is old enough to hold his own bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This happened when Noah woke up after being put down for the night. Luke was distraught, and wondered why he cried and woke up. Then proceeded to feed him his bottle).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SZeATt4_OkI/AAAAAAAAAgE/eq8GDeh3Bic/s1600-h/bottlefeeding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SZeATt4_OkI/AAAAAAAAAgE/eq8GDeh3Bic/s320/bottlefeeding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302848162476538434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yawn, bottle-feeding is hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SZeAT5IRYrI/AAAAAAAAAgM/DOR7FtrW43E/s1600-h/sleeping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SZeAT5IRYrI/AAAAAAAAAgM/DOR7FtrW43E/s320/sleeping.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302848165493433010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The following picture is my absolute favorite. It totally captures the special relationship these two boys share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SZeAT9WSvwI/AAAAAAAAAgU/MhPGo4eYYHI/s1600-h/tvwatching.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SZeAT9WSvwI/AAAAAAAAAgU/MhPGo4eYYHI/s320/tvwatching.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302848166625984258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not lying when I tell you that these two could not live without the other. Before Noah was even born, Luke referred to him as "his baby." He's loved him ever since. Sometimes when Noah is crying the only one who can get him to stop mid-cry, and then produce a full-fledged belly laugh, is Luke. Luke gets very upset if he has to be anywhere without Noah. He wants him by his side in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; he does - watching tv, playing video games, sitting on the couch reading a book, etc. When Noah was just a babe, Luke would ask my sister to put Noah in his room to play with him. If Noah is sleeping, Luke wants him to wake up to be with him. And when Noah does wake up, the first one in the room to greet him is Luke. My sister has caught Luke having climbed into Noah's crib to read to and play with him. Luke will even give Noah his own toys, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"because that's what big brothers do."&lt;/span&gt; These two are inseparable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, sweet Luke, here's to you. I hope you had the best Valentine's Day yet! No one deserves it more than you. And I know you'll share whatever goodness you receive with your little brother, Noah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke knows that I'm on bed rest. He tells people that I have to be in bed all day with my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I sent a homemade card to both Luke and Noah, and when Luke discovered that I had made them, he was shocked and responded, "In bed??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then wanted to know how I made my way to a mailbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-310213120998156356?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/310213120998156356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=310213120998156356' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/310213120998156356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/310213120998156356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SZd-G5zfMCI/AAAAAAAAAfs/fKPp3-X618U/s72-c/love+found.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-2085337441824877421</id><published>2009-02-11T13:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T13:49:47.247-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultrasound Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Be warned, this will be a photo-heavy post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything went well at the appointment yesterday. The weather was clear for our drive to the hospital 45 minutes away. Our ultrasound technician was&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; awesome&lt;/span&gt; (and she printed out lots of pictures for us!) And everything looks a-okay with the little one growing inside me. She's currently measuring at 1 lb 1 ounce, and to quote the u/s technician, "she's quite the grower!" Apparently she's bigger than normal, but I just say she's Daddy's girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor confirmed that the previa is still there, though it seems as though the placenta is lying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;close&lt;/span&gt; to the cervix rather than &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;slightly over&lt;/span&gt; it. He's pretty positive it will clear/correct itself before delivery, and I'm just hoping and praying it does before my leave is up with work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the appointment, we (dh, mother-in-law, and myself) headed to the nearby mall to start a registry at Babies-R-Us. I got pushed around in a wheelchair for that one! It was fun, though I'm still undecided on a few large items, the crib in particular. I think I'm going to have to do a little more research on that one. We had lunch at Ruby Tuesdays (heaven!), then went to Target to look at their baby stuff (I was unimpressed), following by a &lt;s&gt;1.5 hour&lt;/s&gt; quick stop (ahem) at Motherhood Maternity, where I spent way too much on some new Maternity clothes. I'm feeling super guilty about it now. By the time we got back home, I was exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without further ado, here are some pics of our little one. We had some 3D images done, and I'm so thankful for that. Please remember that I'm only 5 1/2 months along, and she's just starting to really develop and distinguish her features. She still has a ways to go! Also, she was a little stinker during the u/s and wouldn't uncurl herself from her snuggly position. However, when she did, she was showing us how flexible she was by putting her hands and feet over her head (as evidenced by the 5th and 6th photos). The last photo is my favorite - look at that little button nose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy, and thank you all for your thoughts and prayers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SZMcUwRvrWI/AAAAAAAAAfM/7PUluHOBp8g/s1600-h/usound6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SZMcUwRvrWI/AAAAAAAAAfM/7PUluHOBp8g/s320/usound6.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301612329227496802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SZMcU7l2GqI/AAAAAAAAAfU/xoAiWKXgi0U/s1600-h/usound7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SZMcU7l2GqI/AAAAAAAAAfU/xoAiWKXgi0U/s320/usound7.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301612332264594082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SZMcVGKD51I/AAAAAAAAAfc/pnzeCgDvczo/s1600-h/usound8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SZMbobZF4gI/AAAAAAAAAfE/jDN731WSTvI/s320/usound5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301611567706923522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SZMboZQhdnI/AAAAAAAAAe8/udcEHM7CSNY/s1600-h/usound4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SZMboZQhdnI/AAAAAAAAAe8/udcEHM7CSNY/s320/usound4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301611567134111346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-2085337441824877421?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2085337441824877421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=2085337441824877421' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/2085337441824877421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/2085337441824877421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/ultrasound-photos.html' title='Ultrasound Photos'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SZMcUwRvrWI/AAAAAAAAAfM/7PUluHOBp8g/s72-c/usound6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-633295143776572029</id><published>2009-02-09T18:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T18:20:04.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer request</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SZC5wqpHy7I/AAAAAAAAAec/YyCBwwHa9Mw/s1600-h/baby+feet.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SZC5wqpHy7I/AAAAAAAAAec/YyCBwwHa9Mw/s320/baby+feet.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300941007146699698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the big day! Follow-up ultrasound, lunch at Ruby Tuesdays (more specifically, gorging myself on the salad bar and queso dip, followed by Chocolate Tall Cake for dessert - yummo), and then (I've been forewarned) many hours at Babies R Us creating a Baby Registry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to ask for your prayers for the ultrasound appointment tomorrow. For three things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. That the follow up look at the cyst found on the &lt;a href="http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/its.html"&gt;last ultrasound&lt;/a&gt; shows that it has cleared.&lt;br /&gt;2. For the overall health of our baby; that she is developing just as she should with no complications or issues.&lt;br /&gt;3. That the placenta previa has corrected itself - i.e. the placenta has shifted/moved away from the cervix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, I pray for the health and development of my baby. That is most important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly though, if the previa has corrected, then perhaps I can be off bed rest, and can return to work before my leave is up, preserving my job (and my sanity).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ultimately though, I trust in God's plan and will do whatever is necessary. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and another prayer request, if I could - the forecast calls for some freezing rain in the morning, perhaps starting during our travels to the hospital - so if you could add in prayers for safe travels, it would be greatly appreciated.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-633295143776572029?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/633295143776572029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=633295143776572029' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/633295143776572029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/633295143776572029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/prayer-request.html' title='Prayer request'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SZC5wqpHy7I/AAAAAAAAAec/YyCBwwHa9Mw/s72-c/baby+feet.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-8499353551320231889</id><published>2009-02-07T14:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T19:55:40.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How sweet</title><content type='html'>I forgot to post this picture of my husband, taken shortly after he found out we were having a girl. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SY3kBPYPFdI/AAAAAAAAAeU/s-9VTQ6GiUM/s1600-h/darth-vader.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SY3kBPYPFdI/AAAAAAAAAeU/s-9VTQ6GiUM/s320/darth-vader.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300143046444127698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-8499353551320231889?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8499353551320231889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=8499353551320231889' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/8499353551320231889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/8499353551320231889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/how-sweet.html' title='How sweet'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SY3kBPYPFdI/AAAAAAAAAeU/s-9VTQ6GiUM/s72-c/darth-vader.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-8158817763446138785</id><published>2009-02-03T13:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T17:53:46.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'>February</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SYiy0uaJB1I/AAAAAAAAAeM/IrP4VSG7yog/s1600-h/0206_msl_heartsoap_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 281px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SYiy0uaJB1I/AAAAAAAAAeM/IrP4VSG7yog/s320/0206_msl_heartsoap_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298681580482004818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;craft details available at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.marthastewart.com/craft-of-the-day?sDate=20090202"&gt;Marth Stewart Living&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday, and happy first &lt;s&gt;few days&lt;/s&gt;  of February! I'm looking forward to this month, quite honestly, because it's a short month - lol. But you know with bed rest and all, the faster the time &lt;s&gt;seems to&lt;/s&gt; goes, the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time does seem to be going a little quicker these days. I'm looking forward to our next ultrasound appointment on 2/10. I'm hoping  and praying really hard that perhaps, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perhaps&lt;/span&gt; the placenta previa has corrected itself already, and I'm also hoping for some good news/updates in regards to the &lt;a href="http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/its.html"&gt;last ultrasound&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is sort of heavy today. Lately it seems as though my online world is filled with tragic news of babies who have passed - in the womb, shortly after birth, or unexpectedly in the first few years of their short lives. Or of babies and children who are fighting for their lives. It seems as though I end each day with another child or family that I'm praying for. And while I don't mind praying for these families, the reasons for my prayers just breaks my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I think it's important to remember to make the most of each day that we have, for we never know when it could be our, or a loved one's, last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Phew, onto another topic, a bit more light-hearted perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tagged by &lt;a href="http://amberfilkins.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amber&lt;/a&gt; on her blog, so here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;1. When you are tagged you are asked to list eight random facts about yourself and post them on your blog for visitors to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Tag eight of your blogging friends and leave them a comment that they have been tagged and to join in the fun if they have the opportunity. (If not, that's okay. They can still enjoy the random facts everyone shares :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. I love mugs. I sometimes have to talk myself out of purchasing a new one, simply because I have too many as it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. I love, love, love the Queso Dip from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.rubytuesday.com/"&gt;Ruby Tuesday's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; - sometimes I order it as my entire meal. (And I'm really craving this now!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://ellen.warnerbros.com/"&gt;Ellen DeGeneres&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; cracks me up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. I can't see very well without wearing my contacts. (And to think I waited until I was 25 years old to get them)! One of my contacts is specially made for my eye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. I'm currently obsessed (and stressed) about finding a new apartment to rent, that meets our needs and budget. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. I have sensitive skin, and a sensitive tummy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. This site, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cake Wrecks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;, completely cracks me up. Warning: Addiction and loss of valuable time may result from viewing this site. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. I'm trying to be less of a gossip girl, and am attempting to stick to the motto, "If you ain't got nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all!" I'm tired of the drama, sometimes, and I get pulled in very easily to gossip stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to tag 8 specific people, but if you want to play along, please do! Just leave me a comment and let me know so that I can check out your list, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-8158817763446138785?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8158817763446138785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=8158817763446138785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/8158817763446138785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/8158817763446138785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/craft-details-available-at-marth.html' title='February'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SYiy0uaJB1I/AAAAAAAAAeM/IrP4VSG7yog/s72-c/0206_msl_heartsoap_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-2679621609333506050</id><published>2009-01-30T20:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T20:53:48.137-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kick, kick</title><content type='html'>First of all - I felt the baby kick for the first time lastnite (at exactly 10:42 pm, and I only knew this because I checked the clock to see if it was too late to call anyone)!! She's been kicking up a storm all day today, and I just LOVE it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, please check out this &lt;a href="http://www.riggsfamilyblog.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; and pray for little Abby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.riggsfamilyblog.com"&gt; &lt;img border="0px" src="http://www.brentriggs.com/abbybadge.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-2679621609333506050?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2679621609333506050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=2679621609333506050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/2679621609333506050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/2679621609333506050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/kick-kick.html' title='Kick, kick'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-807609450123734467</id><published>2009-01-26T13:23:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T15:30:50.758-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My own Darth Vader</title><content type='html'>You know, I just love that little baby ticker in the right-hand corner - I love watching the numbers decrease, and am looking forward to being in the double digits! I must admit, I'm going a little stir-crazy these days. There's only so much tv to watch, things to do on the computer, suduko puzzles to complete, and books to read. Thank goodness for &lt;a href="http://www.americanidol.com/"&gt;mindless television&lt;/a&gt; to entertain me tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following is for Callista from &lt;a href="http://callista72.blogspot.com/"&gt;Down the Rabbit Hole&lt;/a&gt;. I stumbled upon her blog, and was shocked and delighted by the photo of her husband she had posted in the side bar. I finally found&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; my &lt;/span&gt;husband's twin!! (as evidenced by the photos below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SYC_cIdfhkI/AAAAAAAAAd8/RUFLI-eX1yY/s1600-h/mosaic4574677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SYC_cIdfhkI/AAAAAAAAAd8/RUFLI-eX1yY/s320/mosaic4574677.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296443651816130114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too much new. The doctor called me on Friday and said my blood work showed I was slightly anemic, so I'm now on iron supplements. Otherwise, I'm still living a pretty horizontal life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted a link to my&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=6092491"&gt; etsy shop&lt;/a&gt; in the side bar --&gt; check it out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-807609450123734467?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/807609450123734467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=807609450123734467' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/807609450123734467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/807609450123734467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-own-darth-vader.html' title='My own Darth Vader'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SYC_cIdfhkI/AAAAAAAAAd8/RUFLI-eX1yY/s72-c/mosaic4574677.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-6428508797075925543</id><published>2009-01-23T15:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T15:29:45.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25 Random Things about me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm currently (almost) 5 months pregnant with our first child - a daughter. I'm also currently on bed rest until further notice. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I love creating, and can't wait until I can start &lt;a href="http://www.scrapbook.com/places/Kierrala"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/a&gt; again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I taught myself how to knit a few years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. According to my husband, I keep a lot of piles around the house, which drives him crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I have my belly button pierced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I videotaped the birth of my first nephew, Luke, and was the first to hold my second nephew, Noah, when my sister had a c-section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I wish I were more organized, and this is my big goal for 2009 (once I'm off bed rest and hopefully before the baby comes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I've never been a big tv watcher. But with being on bed rest, tv has become a second friend, helping to pass the time. As a result, I currently have must-have shows to watch M-Th; The Bachelor and True Beauty on Mondays, American Idol on Tuesdays and Wednesdays, and Grey's Anatomy and Private Practice on Thursdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. My husband makes the absolute best shrimp scampi I have ever tasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I separate my eyelashes with a push-pin tack after applying mascara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I once was a Barbie Model for Mattel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SXonZi9h0NI/AAAAAAAAAdg/SBZVrVJQDMM/s1600-h/barbie-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SXonZi9h0NI/AAAAAAAAAdg/SBZVrVJQDMM/s200/barbie-large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294587631762526418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I'm looking forward to when we can have our own home one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Oatmeal raisin cookies are my favorite kind of cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I miss my Mom's cooking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I have always wanted to be a hip hop dancer, but never pursued this more than having dance competitions in the basement with my cousins when I was young, and dancing in my high school talent show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. One can usually catch me writing "in the air" at any given moment. A habit I've had for a long time. I think I'm obsessed with people's handwriting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. During this pregnancy I'm craving all the things I can't have - a glass of wine, feta cheese, a good deli sandwich, coffee, and coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Truth be told, I sneak a sip of Ernie's Coke when he has it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SXoojCotL4I/AAAAAAAAAdo/UIxxoCKyMZ0/s1600-h/coke_circle_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SXoojCotL4I/AAAAAAAAAdo/UIxxoCKyMZ0/s200/coke_circle_logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294588894395576194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I wish I had better fashion style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. My favorite authors are Jodi Picoult and Nicholas Sparks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I have a very difficult time remembering movie titles and street names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Home Goods is one of my favorite stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. This one time when I was little, I had the chicken pox. And they itched really bad. I cried. Then I peed my pants. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. I've never broken a bone before. *knock on wood*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. We have a "pet" squirrel we named Rosco. Sometimes I feed him Lucky Charms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-6428508797075925543?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6428508797075925543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=6428508797075925543' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/6428508797075925543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/6428508797075925543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-stuff.html' title='Random Stuff'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SXonZi9h0NI/AAAAAAAAAdg/SBZVrVJQDMM/s72-c/barbie-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-3140420490725001995</id><published>2009-01-17T18:28:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T22:11:52.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things that I love</title><content type='html'>for our little girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. These blocks and jingle ball from &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5511288"&gt;The Polka Dot Tot Spot&lt;/a&gt;. I just love the colors of pink and green together, and these fabrics are just gorgeous! Unfortunately &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5511288"&gt;Heather&lt;/a&gt; tells me she purchased the fabric from Hobby Lobby, which we don't have around here. But, it definitely gives me some ideas on what I would like to do for this little one's room. I may even have to see if my mother or mother-in-law can create a quilt with this color combo. And I may even, ahem, see if my MIL can and will create the nursery bedding as I haven't seen anything I love yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SXJuHu7kA1I/AAAAAAAAAa8/c_K4pb-BJNU/s1600-h/blocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 184px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SXJuHu7kA1I/AAAAAAAAAa8/c_K4pb-BJNU/s200/blocks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292413591249748818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SXJuGuXwZaI/AAAAAAAAAa0/blrBl9LoqfM/s1600-h/ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 193px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SXJuGuXwZaI/AAAAAAAAAa0/blrBl9LoqfM/s200/ball.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292413573919696290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  This adorable pirate onesie from &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20onblur=%22try%20%7Bparent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully%28%29;%7D%20catch%28e%29%20%7B%7D%22%20href=%22http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SXedlTSarAI/AAAAAAAAAbk/_nTMbzuYcLM/s1600-h/pirate+shirt.jpg%22%3E%3Cimg%20style=%22margin:%200px%20auto%2010px;%20display:%20block;%20text-align:%20center;%20cursor:%20pointer;%20width:%20200px;%20height:%20150px;%22%20src=%22http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SXedlTSarAI/AAAAAAAAAbk/_nTMbzuYcLM/s200/pirate+shirt.jpg%22%20alt=%22%22%20id=%22BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293873151155547138%22%20border=%220%22%20/%3E%3C/a%3E"&gt;Urchin Uprising&lt;/a&gt;. What could be more perfect for a little girl born to parents who had a pirate-themed wedding? Yarr!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SXedlTSarAI/AAAAAAAAAbk/_nTMbzuYcLM/s1600-h/pirate+shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SXedlTSarAI/AAAAAAAAAbk/_nTMbzuYcLM/s200/pirate+shirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293873151155547138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I'm not sure if I adore this knit hat from &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=6418819"&gt;tiny toppers&lt;/a&gt;, or the darling photo more! How cute is that baby?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SXeeTdX_ykI/AAAAAAAAAbs/ZWUc-9HdUnM/s1600-h/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SXeeTdX_ykI/AAAAAAAAAbs/ZWUc-9HdUnM/s200/baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293873944137288258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. And I am loving little baby booties!  My mother-in-law is looking for a pattern, and is thinking of making tons of booties for this little one. A girl can never have too many shoes, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SXefudUsnuI/AAAAAAAAAcU/NXtYxE1C31A/s1600-h/maryjane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SXefudUsnuI/AAAAAAAAAcU/NXtYxE1C31A/s200/maryjane.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293875507491544802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SXef7OAzcbI/AAAAAAAAAck/MbGdBN9QZyA/s1600-h/shoes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SXef7OAzcbI/AAAAAAAAAck/MbGdBN9QZyA/s200/shoes2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293875726719873458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SXef7N0GzRI/AAAAAAAAAcc/w-Y93HNDGFA/s1600-h/shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SXef7N0GzRI/AAAAAAAAAcc/w-Y93HNDGFA/s200/shoes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293875726666616082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mary Janes by &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5517644"&gt;Gracious May&lt;/a&gt;. Becky Baby Bootie by &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=6082754"&gt;Sugar Plum Tree&lt;/a&gt;. Mary Jane with T-strap pattern by &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=6244950"&gt;Precious Patterns&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're seeing a lot of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; these days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to the in-laws. The doctor gave me permission to travel the 10 minutes to their house every few weeks or so. I'm so excited for a change of scenery and some lovely food - turkey and ham dinner, with chocolate cake and chocolate chip cookies for dessert! Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-3140420490725001995?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3140420490725001995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=3140420490725001995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/3140420490725001995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/3140420490725001995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/some-things-that-i-love.html' title='Some things that I love'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SXJuHu7kA1I/AAAAAAAAAa8/c_K4pb-BJNU/s72-c/blocks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8821031433267653905.post-1824841784385350479</id><published>2009-01-16T20:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T21:21:52.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Movement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SXFApLOzNfI/AAAAAAAAAac/cGRKheK1weI/s1600-h/babybellyfootprint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SXFApLOzNfI/AAAAAAAAAac/cGRKheK1weI/s320/babybellyfootprint.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292082113270724082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to document this...for the last week or so (17 weeks into the pregnancy), I've been feeling the baby move inside of me. Just a fluttering/fluid motion feeling of sorts, but it's very neat! I can't wait to start feeling her kicks against my and her Daddy's hands. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8821031433267653905-1824841784385350479?l=jodithegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1824841784385350479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8821031433267653905&amp;postID=1824841784385350479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/1824841784385350479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8821031433267653905/posts/default/1824841784385350479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jodithegirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/movement.html' title='Movement'/><author><name>Jodi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10328778434282727641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/R_2CXiFxxOI/AAAAAAAAABo/CZXjJPgk1vk/S220/convention-me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CQYRRMn4jGw/SXFApLOzNfI/AAAAAAAAAac/cGRKheK1weI/s72-c/babybellyfootprint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
