<?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-26051722</id><updated>2011-11-12T07:16:50.449-05:00</updated><category term='sleep'/><category term='firsts'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='doctor'/><category term='teeth'/><category term='month'/><category term='food'/><category term='books'/><category term='eating'/><category term='video'/><category term='videos'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='weight'/><category term='labour'/><title type='text'>No Girls Allowed (except for Mom)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>879</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-7780346718960216638</id><published>2010-09-15T20:44:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T20:57:08.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>School days are upon us</title><content type='html'>You know the little boy I've been blogging about since the day he was born?  Actually - since I was pregnant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That little boy, my friends, started school today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a little hesitant about going.  But he didn't cry, he didn't whine, he walked with his mommy and daddy to school and stood on the orange line.  The teacher came out, he put his knapsack on (although it was too big, but that problem was rectified tonight, I went out and bought him a new one) and he went inside without looking back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went shopping, to ummm... distract myself :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we came back, he smiled the biggest smile when his teacher walked him out.  He waited until it was his turn and then he ran right into his daddy's arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so proud of our little junior kindergartener.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is with daddy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TJFpkFJ2SgI/AAAAAAAAECQ/lTXAoGhaVSA/s1600/P1200015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TJFpkFJ2SgI/AAAAAAAAECQ/lTXAoGhaVSA/s320/P1200015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517307087085259266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With mommy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TJFqZ7YVbFI/AAAAAAAAECY/AO4bcAQrn2w/s1600/P1200017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TJFqZ7YVbFI/AAAAAAAAECY/AO4bcAQrn2w/s320/P1200017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517308012174601298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waiting in line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TJFqag-GS2I/AAAAAAAAECg/CY-hWiDxVrA/s1600/P1200033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TJFqag-GS2I/AAAAAAAAECg/CY-hWiDxVrA/s320/P1200033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517308022265105250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heading in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TJFqbshHDLI/AAAAAAAAECo/L9rWRylAZ9I/s1600/P1200036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TJFqbshHDLI/AAAAAAAAECo/L9rWRylAZ9I/s320/P1200036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517308042544614578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beckett waiting for his older brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TJFqcGOcQaI/AAAAAAAAECw/HCu000vdCKg/s1600/P1200039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TJFqcGOcQaI/AAAAAAAAECw/HCu000vdCKg/s320/P1200039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517308049445634466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Artwork!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TJFrF-bktVI/AAAAAAAAEDA/9oAqGyiIf5U/s1600/P1200058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TJFrF-bktVI/AAAAAAAAEDA/9oAqGyiIf5U/s320/P1200058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517308768907736402" 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/26051722-7780346718960216638?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/7780346718960216638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=7780346718960216638' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/7780346718960216638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/7780346718960216638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2010/09/school-days-are-upon-us.html' title='School days are upon us'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TJFpkFJ2SgI/AAAAAAAAECQ/lTXAoGhaVSA/s72-c/P1200015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-102590573710581415</id><published>2010-08-27T08:38:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T08:46:04.139-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate goodbyes</title><content type='html'>I first started writing this blog because I loved to write, I had entered a new stage in my life (pregnancy) and I wanted somewhere to remember it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time went on, I told people about it (mostly family) and soon more people were reading it, I knew my mother-in-law, mother, sister-in-laws, cousins, brother in laws, siblings, friends, would comment, send me emails about what I said, talk about the pictures I posted, it made me happy to know people were reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's best friend who she's known since she was 17, my Auntie Korkie, LOVED reading it. She would check it first thing in the morning. Every time I talked to her, she'd say "Oh Christy I just love your blog, I love hearing you talk about your kids, I love seeing the pictures". My mom would say to me "Oh Auntie Korkie just loves your blog, she reads it all the time".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Auntie Korkie got sick. Then she got better. Then she got sick again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning my Auntie Korkie passed away. I said goodbye to her last night, I told her I would update my blog for her. Whenever I write here, I will think of her and know that I can just talk to her about my boys and she will hear me.  When I think of her and look at my kids, she will see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Auntie Korkie and you will be greatly missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26051722-102590573710581415?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/102590573710581415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=102590573710581415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/102590573710581415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/102590573710581415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-hate-goodbyes.html' title='I hate goodbyes'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-4478293181711937749</id><published>2010-08-21T20:30:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T21:34:24.612-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad bad bad mom</title><content type='html'>Has it really been more than two months?  Yikes!  The summer just FLEW by!!  Wait, that last statement assumes that the summer is over and there's still time, isn't there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've kind of been putting off updating this blog becuase I've missed SO much that I was intimidated by the amount of things I would have to talk about and pictures I would have to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so end of June we went to Halifax and PEI for summer vacay!  We had a great time visiting Uncle Mark, Aunt Annette, Zach and Alex in Halifax.  Then we moved onto PEI for about 10 days and had wonderful weather, spent the majority of the time at the cottage with Auntie Erin and Petra.  Carson was loving having Grammy and Grampy there every day and waking up to a new day with family and fun.  Beckett loved the beach, more specifically he loved eating the sand.  All of my PEI pictures are on Jeff's computer so I will have to come back and post them one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beckett turned 1!  We spent his birthday in the hospital (the first time Ive had to take a child to CHEO) because our otherwise happy baby was NOT happy for about a 12 hr period.  I know every parent probably says it, but seriously?  Beckett is the happiest baby around.  I'm not the only who thinks so either, everyone tells us that.  He has this smile that just lights up the room.  He's gorgeus, he loves to cuddle, he loves people, he plays with other kids well, he's smart as a whip too (he feeds himself with a spoon?  At 13 months?), he's quick like a bunny (not walking, but open a door anywhere in the house and see him try to escape!).  Whoops, I got totally side tracked there, so when he wasn't happy I felt something was wrong so I took him to the hospital.  It was a long visit, but we were well looked after the whole time.  He was having problems breathing so we were given a few different steriods (through masks) and then finally sent home with a puffer.  The next day we found out he had a chest and nose infection.  So his first week into year 2 wasn't super great, but he bounced back quickly and was back to his old self after a couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we may have not had a birthday party on his birthday, but we have so many people who love him that he had a few mini celebrations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting off by a party in PEI....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/THB22KUMddI/AAAAAAAAEAw/mjlTu6jlXK8/s1600/P1190561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/THB22KUMddI/AAAAAAAAEAw/mjlTu6jlXK8/s320/P1190561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508033017128187346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/THB21o-U4VI/AAAAAAAAEAo/aAI-hgL3i9U/s1600/P1190587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/THB21o-U4VI/AAAAAAAAEAo/aAI-hgL3i9U/s320/P1190587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508033008178094418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A surprise party (for him as well as us!) by our friends Lynne and Dwight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/THB3rYSUwxI/AAAAAAAAEA4/a10oCrBaafY/s1600/P1190686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/THB3rYSUwxI/AAAAAAAAEA4/a10oCrBaafY/s320/P1190686.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508033931411505938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/THB3rhHULLI/AAAAAAAAEBA/IufBANMOsM4/s1600/P1190703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/THB3rhHULLI/AAAAAAAAEBA/IufBANMOsM4/s320/P1190703.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508033933781249202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And a final one - the last birthday party at Grandma and Nonno's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/THB5LSIbRWI/AAAAAAAAEBY/9WW36jMIEH8/s1600/P1190902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/THB5LSIbRWI/AAAAAAAAEBY/9WW36jMIEH8/s320/P1190902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508035579026818402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/THB5LJjTV9I/AAAAAAAAEBQ/5JL_ZljSyVM/s1600/P1190921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/THB5LJjTV9I/AAAAAAAAEBQ/5JL_ZljSyVM/s320/P1190921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508035576723625938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/THB5Kr_GipI/AAAAAAAAEBI/FVVb4qja-ms/s1600/P1190917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/THB5Kr_GipI/AAAAAAAAEBI/FVVb4qja-ms/s320/P1190917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508035568787163794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There has been cottages, BBQs, day trips to the farm, to the museum, friend's houses, swimming, soccer - it seems every other day we were off with something to do.  It kept us busy, happy and smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/THB72SnfCsI/AAAAAAAAECA/8GLCKsOlBiA/s1600/P1190806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/THB72SnfCsI/AAAAAAAAECA/8GLCKsOlBiA/s320/P1190806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508038516914719426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/THB71-3Vb4I/AAAAAAAAEB4/b7FhwRVtt8o/s1600/P1190795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/THB71-3Vb4I/AAAAAAAAEB4/b7FhwRVtt8o/s320/P1190795.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508038511612489602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/THB71VGjlwI/AAAAAAAAEBw/87uh3M7k71k/s1600/P1190753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/THB71VGjlwI/AAAAAAAAEBw/87uh3M7k71k/s320/P1190753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508038500402042626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/THB71OKBbxI/AAAAAAAAEBo/1iF7xJHwYAE/s1600/P1190669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/THB71OKBbxI/AAAAAAAAEBo/1iF7xJHwYAE/s320/P1190669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508038498537533202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/THB70pHMHaI/AAAAAAAAEBg/GQGqYuF6xZQ/s1600/IMG_0060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/THB70pHMHaI/AAAAAAAAEBg/GQGqYuF6xZQ/s320/IMG_0060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508038488593538466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I suppose most recently our biggest events included the boys starting daycare and mommy going back to work.  I loved being home with my two boys for a year, I really did.  We had so much fun together.  But I'm in my element when I'm a working mom.  The job of being a stay at home mom is definitely harder than my job, but being a working mom is more difficult.  Balancing it all.  Feeling fulfilled by both is hard.  You have to be super organized by having lunches for working parents made, laundry done, groceries done - all on top of being at work for 8 hours a day.  Plus, the most important thing?  Spending precious time with your kiddies when you are at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found an absolutely wonderful caregiver.  She used to look after kids before she became a kindergarten teacher.  Then she had two kids (the same age as ours!) and decided to stay at home with them.  Lucky for us!  We had actually met at the park when Carson was born and we've just talked lots while at the park over the years.  I tracked her down last winter and asked her about daycare, so she held two spots for my kids for when I went back to work.  And the kids LOVE it.  They have been there two full weeks now and Beckett hasn't cried ONCE when we left him there.  He cried ONCE while he's been there because he bonked himself on the side of the playgym (yes, she has a playgym in their living room for the kids, how awesome is that?).  Their house is set up perfectly for kids, every day they play new games, read new books, dress up in a different costume, sing new songs - it's wonderful!  And we've already noticed a change in Carson - specifically with numbers.  He's counting EVERYTHING.  ALL.THE.TIME.  It's cute (except if you are trying to go somewhere quickly and he's trying to count the sidewalk steps).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our caregiver makes all her food, nothing processed, she feeds them tons of fruits and veggies and really yummy healthy food.  Beckett has had regular naps every single day there.  He's started reaching for her when Jeff drops him off in the morning.  And Carson?  He LOVES it.  Her little boy and Carson are the same age and they have so much fun together.  The other day when I picked the kids up, she told me that while she was giving Beckett a bottle her son was stroking his head singing "Im so happy you are here Beckett, I love you" while her daughter was chasing Carson around trying to give him hugs and kisses.  Seriously?  Could I have asked for a better solution?  I dont' think so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I've caught up, I'm sure I have forgotten something.  We just got back from a cottage (Carson LOVES cottaging and he falls asleep in wahtever strange bed, floor, tent, mattress we put him on, he's wicked!  And so does Beckett in that respect, he went ot bed and his nap without a peep when he was right in the room beside where the rest of us were hanging out!) so I'm in bed and anxious to turn the computer off and shut my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it won't be another two months until you hear from me again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26051722-4478293181711937749?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/4478293181711937749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=4478293181711937749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/4478293181711937749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/4478293181711937749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2010/08/bad-bad-bad-mom.html' title='Bad bad bad mom'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/THB22KUMddI/AAAAAAAAEAw/mjlTu6jlXK8/s72-c/P1190561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-8631898566835208598</id><published>2010-06-11T15:12:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T15:26:37.108-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Typical second child</title><content type='html'>Getting processed sugar before he's 1.  I bet I won't make the Top Ten Moms of 2010!  But it was a nice day.  And Carson was having a popsicle and Beckett was trying his best to get a bite, so I gave him mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TBKLlKs8yCI/AAAAAAAAEAA/v5bGAZYeAck/s1600/P1180724.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TBKLlKs8yCI/AAAAAAAAEAA/v5bGAZYeAck/s320/P1180724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481597167107622946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TBKLka8oiwI/AAAAAAAAD_4/filcwCtc0To/s1600/P1180733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TBKLka8oiwI/AAAAAAAAD_4/filcwCtc0To/s320/P1180733.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481597154288503554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TBKLjvwG4xI/AAAAAAAAD_w/VtDUff19mRk/s1600/P1180729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TBKLjvwG4xI/AAAAAAAAD_w/VtDUff19mRk/s320/P1180729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481597142693241618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TBKLik6m3XI/AAAAAAAAD_o/q_xJFaFvYg0/s1600/P1180718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TBKLik6m3XI/AAAAAAAAD_o/q_xJFaFvYg0/s320/P1180718.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481597122604621170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carson finally got the pedalling thing down a couple of weeks ago.  Sure it's on a tricycle, but still, this is very exciting for him!  Hoping to move onto a big boy's bike in a few weeks.  And you should hear him squeal when you tell him you're taking him to the park and he's riding his bike there.  We are super proud :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TBKLl1pER1I/AAAAAAAAEAI/deOwBy74khw/s1600/P1180678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TBKLl1pER1I/AAAAAAAAEAI/deOwBy74khw/s320/P1180678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481597178634061650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We hadn't been to our "blue park" in ages so we went this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TBKMtlqBgSI/AAAAAAAAEAQ/IpDBTqcf04s/s1600/P1180681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TBKMtlqBgSI/AAAAAAAAEAQ/IpDBTqcf04s/s320/P1180681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481598411293688098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TBKMupQT85I/AAAAAAAAEAg/lg1-L6Lk0Ac/s1600/P1180690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TBKMupQT85I/AAAAAAAAEAg/lg1-L6Lk0Ac/s320/P1180690.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481598429439456146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TBKMuXcN3sI/AAAAAAAAEAY/yHApUBSa93g/s1600/P1180689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TBKMuXcN3sI/AAAAAAAAEAY/yHApUBSa93g/s320/P1180689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481598424657551042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Does it seem that I am favouring one child over the other?  At least in terms of who I am taking pictures of?  I feel the need to explain it's because Carson turns his head every time I go to take a picture now.  I can sometimes catch him in the middle of doing something, otherwise, if he sees me?  He runs away as fast as he can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26051722-8631898566835208598?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/8631898566835208598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=8631898566835208598' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/8631898566835208598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/8631898566835208598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2010/06/typical-second-child.html' title='Typical second child'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TBKLlKs8yCI/AAAAAAAAEAA/v5bGAZYeAck/s72-c/P1180724.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-939671714474622755</id><published>2010-06-05T11:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T11:43:15.045-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of Soccer</title><content type='html'>Carson has been looking forward to this morning for quite a while now.  It was his first soccer practice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whoops, we went to the wrong field - we have two fields,  one behind us and one at the end of our street, we assumed it was the  one behind our house but it was the other one.  This is why you will see  pictures of him in two different jerseys.  The right class is better  though because two of his friends, Nate and Cameron are in that one!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had a ton of fun although he did find the class a little too long.  When there was about 10 minutes left he was ready to go.  It doesn't help there are parks surrounding the field and after he did his soccer thing he just wanted to go play.  But it was definitely a success and are looking forward to a fun-filled soccer summer.&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TApoxdJqSbI/AAAAAAAAD_I/1eq3i3vVmEU/s1600/P1180604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TApoxdJqSbI/AAAAAAAAD_I/1eq3i3vVmEU/s320/P1180604.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479307095497656754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TApoxuNiXtI/AAAAAAAAD_Q/CXXeECP6uoA/s1600/P1180633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TApoxuNiXtI/AAAAAAAAD_Q/CXXeECP6uoA/s320/P1180633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479307100077317842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TApoyPVLtsI/AAAAAAAAD_Y/XnDFeud8Xw8/s1600/P1180637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TApoyPVLtsI/AAAAAAAAD_Y/XnDFeud8Xw8/s320/P1180637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479307108967757506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TApoyso3KcI/AAAAAAAAD_g/Ujr54wrcY7E/s1600/P1180640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TApoyso3KcI/AAAAAAAAD_g/Ujr54wrcY7E/s320/P1180640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479307116834924994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And I caught a little video of him kicking the ball around, he shows promise, doesn't he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WBrRERgVxFA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WBrRERgVxFA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26051722-939671714474622755?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/939671714474622755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=939671714474622755' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/939671714474622755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/939671714474622755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2010/06/first-day-of-soccer.html' title='First day of Soccer'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TApoxdJqSbI/AAAAAAAAD_I/1eq3i3vVmEU/s72-c/P1180604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-3078057207449672502</id><published>2010-06-04T13:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T14:09:44.311-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys will be boys</title><content type='html'>The other morning I left the boys out back to play on the deck while I was getting snacks ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came back out, I saw this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TAlBBir4EPI/AAAAAAAAD-g/2rvM7ax6fDY/s1600/P1180559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TAlBBir4EPI/AAAAAAAAD-g/2rvM7ax6fDY/s320/P1180559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478981916419428594" 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/_OV1LfQqyycs/TAlBB2IJOQI/AAAAAAAAD-o/_HWntCR-H5M/s1600/P1180564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TAlBB2IJOQI/AAAAAAAAD-o/_HWntCR-H5M/s320/P1180564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478981921638267138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TAlBCX-jsxI/AAAAAAAAD-w/Ajj2Jf57d_8/s1600/P1180574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TAlBCX-jsxI/AAAAAAAAD-w/Ajj2Jf57d_8/s320/P1180574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478981930724864786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just in case you forgot, this is what he looks like clean:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TAlBCng1qYI/AAAAAAAAD-4/JDPNW5_ddv0/s1600/P1180540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TAlBCng1qYI/AAAAAAAAD-4/JDPNW5_ddv0/s320/P1180540.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478981934895180162" 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/26051722-3078057207449672502?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/3078057207449672502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=3078057207449672502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/3078057207449672502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/3078057207449672502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2010/06/boys-will-be-boys.html' title='Boys will be boys'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TAlBBir4EPI/AAAAAAAAD-g/2rvM7ax6fDY/s72-c/P1180559.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-6012965302056646573</id><published>2010-05-29T20:56:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T21:35:51.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Live is life</title><content type='html'>I was having a conversation with a friend of mine and we were just talking about life in general.  I said something to the effect of how our life isn't perfect right now, we are still working out a few glitches and working towards something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after a weekend like today? How can I think that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start the morning off by snuggling two of the cutest boys ever.  My boys love me, they love each other and they LOVE to snuggle.  Once we come downstairs from all waking up, we often get together on the couch and have full blown on family cuddles.  Mommy, Daddy, Carson and Beckett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a quick breakfast, I loaded up the car and we took off for Grandma and Nono's house by the lake to surprise Grandma on her birthday!  We had a visit, ate some timbits and then loaded up for a boat ride.  Carson is obsessed with swimming in the lake.  It's what he talks about morning noon and night.  Even though this is only his second time, and that he's only 3, he was ready to jump in as soon as we made the decision to swim (it was quite cool out, and we thought maybe they would only be dipping their toes in, but as soon as we sat on the edge the sun came out so Carrie and I made the executive decision to go for the gold).  Uncle Rob had to hold him back while I dove in and swam back to get him.  He was just dying to get in and as soon as he jumped and went to get him he said "No mom, don't touch me, just let me swim".  Ummm... ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the trailer, we came home and when Beckett went to bed, Carson and I took off and biked to the water park.  We had a popsicle picnic and then went nutso in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we got home from the water park we hopped in the car and went to Julie and Tim's for a BBQ.  Carson loves their house, they have a tire swing, the best play kitchen, tons of outdoor toys, a bubble gun, their tree swing - it's a kid's dream.  As soon as he hears we are going over he tells me everything that he's going to do while we are there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love getting together with my friends and their kids.  I love their kids.  My friends are my friends that I've had since highschool, so obviously I've known their kids since the day they were born and it's just amazing to talk to them as little people.  Anyways.  Love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home, both kids were on overdrive and didn't fall asleep the way I thought they would.  But now they are both asleep and I'm sure excited to see what tomorrow brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a day full of family, friends, my kids and my husband?  Sounds like I'm pretty darn lucky.  I need to remember that more often.  Life is pretty good round these parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and just cause he's cute.  Here are some picture of Mr B showing off his new chompers.  Really, he's this happy all the time.  It's crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TAG9AP-NtnI/AAAAAAAAD9I/DfhhqZN3qLQ/s1600/P1180409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TAG9AP-NtnI/AAAAAAAAD9I/DfhhqZN3qLQ/s320/P1180409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476866433844360818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TAG8_v2RNJI/AAAAAAAAD9A/CtqgIzynqZc/s1600/P1180402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TAG8_v2RNJI/AAAAAAAAD9A/CtqgIzynqZc/s320/P1180402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476866425221100690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TAG8_WCTnbI/AAAAAAAAD84/S9MXf2TNyCc/s1600/P1180396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TAG8_WCTnbI/AAAAAAAAD84/S9MXf2TNyCc/s320/P1180396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476866418292268466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TAG8_DQdp7I/AAAAAAAAD8w/OkNR13y3Nhc/s1600/P1180394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TAG8_DQdp7I/AAAAAAAAD8w/OkNR13y3Nhc/s320/P1180394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476866413251372978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TAG8-j2nnMI/AAAAAAAAD8o/pMyodCvi9qs/s1600/P1180368.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TAG8-j2nnMI/AAAAAAAAD8o/pMyodCvi9qs/s320/P1180368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476866404821474498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As soon as any door in the house opens, Beckett makes a total beeline for it.  He loves the great outdoors (term coined by Auntie Erin).  He also loves eating wood chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TAG-lTi9VLI/AAAAAAAAD9w/hyTXBGk9Ydw/s1600/P1180498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TAG-lTi9VLI/AAAAAAAAD9w/hyTXBGk9Ydw/s320/P1180498.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476868169970570418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carson loves helping his Mommy and Daddy do.  No matter what we are doing, he just wants to help.  The other morning wasn't too hot (we have had some scorchers around here) so Carson and I did a bit of gardening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TAG-klaBO7I/AAAAAAAAD9o/w_YEiVyVlbE/s1600/P1180488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TAG-klaBO7I/AAAAAAAAD9o/w_YEiVyVlbE/s320/P1180488.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476868157585046450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TAG-kTYi3nI/AAAAAAAAD9g/JW-WfvP_2u8/s1600/P1180486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TAG-kTYi3nI/AAAAAAAAD9g/JW-WfvP_2u8/s320/P1180486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476868152747023986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TAG-j7-reII/AAAAAAAAD9Y/m9E7SxwaMSg/s1600/P1180484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TAG-j7-reII/AAAAAAAAD9Y/m9E7SxwaMSg/s320/P1180484.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476868146464520322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beckett loves the backdeck - can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TAG-jkCZhHI/AAAAAAAAD9Q/oAHNqM0RGTQ/s1600/P1180452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TAG-jkCZhHI/AAAAAAAAD9Q/oAHNqM0RGTQ/s320/P1180452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476868140037670002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I told Carson to get ready to go for a bike ride.  He came out decked out in his winter hat, shades and his goggles.  I wonder if this is a sign of his fashion sense...?  If so, yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TAG_R_UwQ6I/AAAAAAAAD94/J65bDYSj5KA/s1600/P1180501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TAG_R_UwQ6I/AAAAAAAAD94/J65bDYSj5KA/s320/P1180501.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476868937636397986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All set to go for a bike ride.  It's our favourite mode of transportation these days.  Beckett doesn't love his helmet, but it helps when Carson points out his helmet and how much fun it is to wear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TAG_SMhY3SI/AAAAAAAAD-A/-AiGBxUBkAE/s1600/P1180506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TAG_SMhY3SI/AAAAAAAAD-A/-AiGBxUBkAE/s320/P1180506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476868941179051298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TAG_SvFxVNI/AAAAAAAAD-I/jXSPcPBlfv8/s1600/P1180508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TAG_SvFxVNI/AAAAAAAAD-I/jXSPcPBlfv8/s320/P1180508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476868950458455250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now I'm one tired mommy so I'm off to bed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26051722-6012965302056646573?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/6012965302056646573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=6012965302056646573' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/6012965302056646573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/6012965302056646573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2010/05/live-is-life.html' title='Live is life'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/TAG9AP-NtnI/AAAAAAAAD9I/DfhhqZN3qLQ/s72-c/P1180409.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-7483926202247861031</id><published>2010-05-24T19:51:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T21:16:29.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>May Two Four</title><content type='html'>Was the PERFECT weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, I turned 35 (WHAT?  THIRTY FIVE?) and we had a wonderful lunch on the patio, my boys and me, dinner at Peter's house and it was all topped off with ice cream cake.  Very successful birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S_sg5Y9toqI/AAAAAAAAD6o/HoRCxFgl314/s1600/P1180137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S_sg5Y9toqI/AAAAAAAAD6o/HoRCxFgl314/s320/P1180137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475005942324896418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S_sg58wz8wI/AAAAAAAAD6w/WRzA6fP0aN0/s1600/P1180163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S_sg58wz8wI/AAAAAAAAD6w/WRzA6fP0aN0/s320/P1180163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475005951934460674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunday we met friends and family at the new water park near our house for a BBQ picnic.  It was tons of fun and a great way to celebrate the long weekend and the hot weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S_sg6IV_AZI/AAAAAAAAD64/TD9VkUXFXH4/s1600/P1180191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S_sg6IV_AZI/AAAAAAAAD64/TD9VkUXFXH4/s320/P1180191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475005955043164562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S_sg6pE544I/AAAAAAAAD7A/J9B7mFK5_bs/s1600/P1180223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S_sg6pE544I/AAAAAAAAD7A/J9B7mFK5_bs/s320/P1180223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475005963829896066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S_sg65ANWrI/AAAAAAAAD7I/PJtN8PZESwo/s1600/P1180247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S_sg65ANWrI/AAAAAAAAD7I/PJtN8PZESwo/s320/P1180247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475005968105167538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And to top of an already excellent weekend, we met Nadia and Sean and Sofia at Grandma and Nono's trailer.  The kids took a trip around the campsite in their new wagon and said hi to all the neighbours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S_sh__jzzQI/AAAAAAAAD7Q/aMWeAOd15UQ/s1600/P1180274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S_sh__jzzQI/AAAAAAAAD7Q/aMWeAOd15UQ/s320/P1180274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475007155276074242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After lunch we took the maiden voyage on the new boat!  We gathered all our stuff and headed down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S_siABX2eZI/AAAAAAAAD7Y/nTxrrx4gUQA/s1600/P1180284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S_siABX2eZI/AAAAAAAAD7Y/nTxrrx4gUQA/s320/P1180284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475007155762788754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carson's ready for take off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S_siAQhEU4I/AAAAAAAAD7g/-Q-gbyQfkFo/s1600/P1180295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S_siAQhEU4I/AAAAAAAAD7g/-Q-gbyQfkFo/s320/P1180295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475007159827977090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy and Beckett getting ready too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S_siA_oqgzI/AAAAAAAAD7o/fReuIf1oFC4/s1600/P1180307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S_siA_oqgzI/AAAAAAAAD7o/fReuIf1oFC4/s320/P1180307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475007172476306226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Momma and her boys cruising down the lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S_siBFpegnI/AAAAAAAAD7w/DXnWF79GtLA/s1600/P1180314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S_siBFpegnI/AAAAAAAAD7w/DXnWF79GtLA/s320/P1180314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475007174090326642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poor Beckett was tired and needed a nap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S_sjcDZfxyI/AAAAAAAAD74/fda1cbmIcX4/s1600/P1180317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S_sjcDZfxyI/AAAAAAAAD74/fda1cbmIcX4/s320/P1180317.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475008736854525730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sofia and Carson checking out the water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S_sjcb1YI9I/AAAAAAAAD8A/YqGHbKNPTq8/s1600/P1180321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S_sjcb1YI9I/AAAAAAAAD8A/YqGHbKNPTq8/s320/P1180321.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475008743413916626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And it was such a hot day that we all jumped in the lake and swam.  And Carson did awesome - he was swimming on his own (well, with a lifejacket and pool noodle of course) but Daddy and I were so proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S_sjc681hQI/AAAAAAAAD8Q/wQd2b1F4A0c/s1600/P1180337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S_sjc681hQI/AAAAAAAAD8Q/wQd2b1F4A0c/s320/P1180337.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475008751766701314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S_sjcmtvNyI/AAAAAAAAD8I/h5ZhoOxwe6g/s1600/P1180335.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S_sjcmtvNyI/AAAAAAAAD8I/h5ZhoOxwe6g/s320/P1180335.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475008746334664482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was an absolutely perfect weekend!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26051722-7483926202247861031?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/7483926202247861031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=7483926202247861031' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/7483926202247861031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/7483926202247861031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2010/05/may-two-four.html' title='May Two Four'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S_sg5Y9toqI/AAAAAAAAD6o/HoRCxFgl314/s72-c/P1180137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-3197002157498250732</id><published>2010-05-19T08:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T15:23:34.305-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My boys</title><content type='html'>It's certainly summer weather here in Ottawa!  We spent the day at "Grandma's Park", the boys and I.  We spent lots of time in the shade.  It's so hard to keep Beckett's skin away from the sun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S_PrdwsbNkI/AAAAAAAAD6Q/JlC8-tG9u-g/s1600/P1180073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S_PrdwsbNkI/AAAAAAAAD6Q/JlC8-tG9u-g/s320/P1180073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472976868705252930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S_Pmsp9y_TI/AAAAAAAAD6I/k3b6MXmjX7k/s1600/P1180069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S_Pmsp9y_TI/AAAAAAAAD6I/k3b6MXmjX7k/s320/P1180069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472971627038965042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S_Pmc8MSQtI/AAAAAAAAD6A/QhgbBNVtpWM/s1600/P1180086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S_Pmc8MSQtI/AAAAAAAAD6A/QhgbBNVtpWM/s320/P1180086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472971357053666002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S_PdJyEpxsI/AAAAAAAAD5o/CoWiqDd4qqM/s1600/P1180050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S_PdJyEpxsI/AAAAAAAAD5o/CoWiqDd4qqM/s320/P1180050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472961132315133634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S_PrnSt7OVI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/EBSKfmvr2gk/s1600/P1180064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S_PrnSt7OVI/AAAAAAAAD6Y/EBSKfmvr2gk/s320/P1180064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472977032457173330" 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/26051722-3197002157498250732?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/3197002157498250732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=3197002157498250732' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/3197002157498250732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/3197002157498250732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title='My boys'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S_PrdwsbNkI/AAAAAAAAD6Q/JlC8-tG9u-g/s72-c/P1180073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-6189237977391784000</id><published>2010-05-16T09:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T10:43:44.649-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby is 10 months old</title><content type='html'>While I was looking at the calendar yesterday, it dawned on me that it was Beckett's 10 month birthday.  10 months?  Seriously?  Already?  How did that happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went from a deliriously happy with one child family to a family of four with two little boys who bring so much love and happiness to Jeff and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S-_3y3mQwiI/AAAAAAAAD44/qy7ejUH9dOo/s1600/P1170757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S-_3y3mQwiI/AAAAAAAAD44/qy7ejUH9dOo/s320/P1170757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471864525568393762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S-_3yQ7V_BI/AAAAAAAAD4w/APmBennpPkA/s1600/P1170772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S-_3yQ7V_BI/AAAAAAAAD4w/APmBennpPkA/s320/P1170772.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471864515187833874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S-_3xyOMD1I/AAAAAAAAD4o/Hoicdvn2Tdc/s1600/P1170949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S-_3xyOMD1I/AAAAAAAAD4o/Hoicdvn2Tdc/s320/P1170949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471864506945376082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S-_3xQVIq4I/AAAAAAAAD4g/RnMobz3cjPk/s1600/P1180004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S-_3xQVIq4I/AAAAAAAAD4g/RnMobz3cjPk/s320/P1180004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471864497847708546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's another litle video of my happy happy little guy.  Seriously, this is him all the time.  He just giggles.  I love him to bits and bits and bits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-cJKtj4V0Js&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-cJKtj4V0Js&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26051722-6189237977391784000?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/6189237977391784000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=6189237977391784000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/6189237977391784000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/6189237977391784000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-baby-is-10-months-old.html' title='My baby is 10 months old'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S-_3y3mQwiI/AAAAAAAAD44/qy7ejUH9dOo/s72-c/P1170757.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-586433271565671542</id><published>2010-05-09T08:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T09:35:11.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>As I sit here, wanting to write what Mother's Day means to me, I'm having trouble putting it into words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boys are my life.  They have transformed me with their laughter, their eyes,  the way Carson fits perfectly into me when I pick him up - his head on my shoulder, his legs wrapped around me.  The way Beckett beelines to me when he's crawling around and spots me.  His legs start to thump, he starts laughing and he keeps looking up at me to make sure I am still there - his smile reaching from ear to ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are always at the forefront of my mind.  I can't think of anything else without thinking of them first.  Will they want to do that? How will this affect them?  Will they have fun?  They are the epitome of my life, without them I wouldn't be half the person I am today.  They've taught me to look at the world through a child's eyes, and let me tell you it's a beautiful world out there.  They love me unconditionally, something I think all us adults could learn from.  Every day they teach me something new and I love them more for it, every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mommy loves you boys so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxooxoxox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S-a2lmHUqMI/AAAAAAAAD2w/9h6E9IrHQH8/s1600/P1170815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S-a2lmHUqMI/AAAAAAAAD2w/9h6E9IrHQH8/s320/P1170815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469259554490722498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S-a2kxFkmCI/AAAAAAAAD2o/PAKciq60VtQ/s1600/P1170905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S-a2kxFkmCI/AAAAAAAAD2o/PAKciq60VtQ/s320/P1170905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469259540256299042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S-a2kdSV8kI/AAAAAAAAD2g/MwWm_Df6mI8/s1600/P1170890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S-a2kdSV8kI/AAAAAAAAD2g/MwWm_Df6mI8/s320/P1170890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469259534941155906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S-a2jzzGdKI/AAAAAAAAD2Y/tX4T_WYoIaY/s1600/P1170872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S-a2jzzGdKI/AAAAAAAAD2Y/tX4T_WYoIaY/s320/P1170872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469259523804263586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S-a2jvApWmI/AAAAAAAAD2Q/hsRwuXKxszA/s1600/P1170862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S-a2jvApWmI/AAAAAAAAD2Q/hsRwuXKxszA/s320/P1170862.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469259522518899298" 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/26051722-586433271565671542?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/586433271565671542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=586433271565671542' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/586433271565671542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/586433271565671542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S-a2lmHUqMI/AAAAAAAAD2w/9h6E9IrHQH8/s72-c/P1170815.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-4327608581659415924</id><published>2010-04-21T07:08:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T09:53:34.419-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the life!</title><content type='html'>I called Jeff the other morning and asked him to win the lottery so I could stay home with the kids.  He said "You're only saying that because it's summer" and he's right.  I love love love the nice weather and am a WAY better parent when we can spend our days and nights outside.  I can always think of a million things to do outside, yet inside I struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, this is what I wake up to in the mornings, don't you wish you were me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9LyxAf-yO4I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9LyxAf-yO4I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's top four teeth are coming in, and honestly - his mood hasn't changed.  I know I keep repeating myself, but trust me, it's worth repeating. He is the happiest little boy ever!  The other day we were at brunch with the family (Grant's 1st communion!) and Beckett found a packet of jam and bit into it (without us noticing) and when Jeff caught on, he took it away and Beckett cried (I mean, who wouldn't?) and Nadia said "that's the first time I've ever heard him cry"!  It's true, he's the most calm, happy, patient baby ever.  If you would have told me I would have loved my second son this much, I would have said you were crazy.  But I do.  And then some.  And then some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news,  Jeff flew home to PEI this week because his &lt;a href="http://www.inmemoriam.ca/announcement-193086-Bernice-Reid.html"&gt;Grammy Reid passed away&lt;/a&gt; so the boys and I have been on our own.  So far we've had a great time, but we sure miss our Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures not from this week (why you ask?  Well because my batteries were dead and I kept forgetting to charge them) but that I forgot to add in the last couple of posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of Beckett's favourite places to go when I'm not looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S87hzctp-nI/AAAAAAAADxM/wtPAhn0kKnQ/s1600/P1160995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S87hzctp-nI/AAAAAAAADxM/wtPAhn0kKnQ/s320/P1160995.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462551672044255858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When Deanna was here, we took Carson for his first ice cream of the season.  And Carson wanted to share with his brother!  Yes, Beckett isn't even a year old.  But, he needs a treat too, doesn't he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S87hyv5gIFI/AAAAAAAADw8/SsyQG0LyRww/s1600/P1170016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S87hyv5gIFI/AAAAAAAADw8/SsyQG0LyRww/s320/P1170016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462551660014346322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this was definitely unprompted.  And if anyone knows Carson, they know he LOVES his icecream, so for him to share it without being asked?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That just goes to show how much he loves his little brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S87hyzoMQ5I/AAAAAAAADxE/hz3loXsK06E/s1600/P1170022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S87hyzoMQ5I/AAAAAAAADxE/hz3loXsK06E/s320/P1170022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462551661015483282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looks like someone is following in his big brother's footsteps and his loves of cars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S87udc9GFlI/AAAAAAAADxk/8enkYs4TACI/s1600/P1170302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S87udc9GFlI/AAAAAAAADxk/8enkYs4TACI/s320/P1170302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462565587803051602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kaethe and I took our kids to the museum on the weekend, I thought this picture was hilarious.  We are in the elevator heading upstairs to the children's area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S87udgM4kPI/AAAAAAAADxs/fax-4GXBnws/s1600/P1170303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S87udgM4kPI/AAAAAAAADxs/fax-4GXBnws/s320/P1170303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462565588674580722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carson riding the motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S87ud9oiSGI/AAAAAAAADx0/YZKRTwwFIII/s1600/P1170325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S87ud9oiSGI/AAAAAAAADx0/YZKRTwwFIII/s320/P1170325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462565596575189090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys on the boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S87ueUFxqtI/AAAAAAAADx8/PwLc0CM_Pvg/s1600/P1170327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S87ueUFxqtI/AAAAAAAADx8/PwLc0CM_Pvg/s320/P1170327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462565602603412178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jaeda pretending to be angry about something.  And the shirt Mr B is wearing?  It was passed on from Jaeda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S87ue5ymVtI/AAAAAAAADyE/wvtaERHxEvw/s1600/P1170331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S87ue5ymVtI/AAAAAAAADyE/wvtaERHxEvw/s320/P1170331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462565612723525330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Making a phone call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S87xu2zIrOI/AAAAAAAADyM/XuGJeKJsfc4/s1600/P1170338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S87xu2zIrOI/AAAAAAAADyM/XuGJeKJsfc4/s320/P1170338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462569185333259490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trying to scale the pyramid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S87xvDaqLyI/AAAAAAAADyU/eW7QqmhvTrs/s1600/P1170346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S87xvDaqLyI/AAAAAAAADyU/eW7QqmhvTrs/s320/P1170346.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462569188720258850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the jungle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S87xvq4xAGI/AAAAAAAADyc/m5pxm12U5Jw/s1600/P1170361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S87xvq4xAGI/AAAAAAAADyc/m5pxm12U5Jw/s320/P1170361.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462569199315517538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Crafting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S87xv0sEJUI/AAAAAAAADyk/45SlS8suDxA/s1600/P1170385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S87xv0sEJUI/AAAAAAAADyk/45SlS8suDxA/s320/P117%200385.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462569201946600770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids could operate this crane and move the crates/packages from the deck of the boat to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S87xwCODmCI/AAAAAAAADys/aiinKqyHj28/s1600/P1170407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S87xwCODmCI/AAAAAAAADys/aiinKqyHj28/s320/P1170407.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462569205578831906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carson shingling Fido's roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S87y3EQgJRI/AAAAAAAADy0/xUdi3xiCDa4/s1600/P1170415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S87y3EQgJRI/AAAAAAAADy0/xUdi3xiCDa4/s320/P1170415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462570425896674578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Filling up the wheelbarrow.  If I could find out where to buy these bricks/wood and wheelbarrow?  Carson would never want to leave the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S87y3dTCEaI/AAAAAAAADy8/i-hOP8XfYAk/s1600/P1170421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S87y3dTCEaI/AAAAAAAADy8/i-hOP8XfYAk/s320/P1170421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462570432618172834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next day, Carrie and I took the kids for a big walk through the woods on the way to the park.  They had a blast.  Carson is definitely living up to my nickname for him "Pokey little Puppy".  He has to look at what seems like every branch, every rock, every cloud.  I love that about him, but sometimes I just want him to hurry up.  Jeff would say that's my number one problem, I always want to hurry - to get onto the next thing.  Maybe I have something to learn from Carson :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S87y32hsSEI/AAAAAAAADzE/RytC6-jb4NM/s1600/P1170446.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S87y32hsSEI/AAAAAAAADzE/RytC6-jb4NM/s320/P1170446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462570439390545986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S87y4WllDDI/AAAAAAAADzM/VCQoUDAFvZ0/s1600/P1170464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S87y4WllDDI/AAAAAAAADzM/VCQoUDAFvZ0/s320/P1170464.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462570447996783666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S87y4h7KSOI/AAAAAAAADzU/0ou6YsyJIYo/s1600/P1170480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S87y4h7KSOI/AAAAAAAADzU/0ou6YsyJIYo/s320/P1170480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462570451040094434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was after a long day playing (is it so wrong that I love his blackened little feet?  I remember my feet always being black when I was a kid, I love barefeet in the summer!  Still do actually)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S87h0POYNyI/AAAAAAAADxU/2jy1tJVnFlY/s1600/P1170277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S87h0POYNyI/AAAAAAAADxU/2jy1tJVnFlY/s320/P1170277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462551685603276578" 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/26051722-4327608581659415924?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/4327608581659415924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=4327608581659415924' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/4327608581659415924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/4327608581659415924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2010/04/this-is-life.html' title='This is the life!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S87hzctp-nI/AAAAAAAADxM/wtPAhn0kKnQ/s72-c/P1160995.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-6768689063908343265</id><published>2010-04-11T19:47:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T21:02:19.609-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long weekend update</title><content type='html'>Grammy and Grampy were leaving Florida and came to Ottawa on their way home to PEI.  Carson was beyond excited for them to come and we counted down the number of sleeps until they were here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was beyond beautiful, and we took full advantage of it!  Rather then writing about it all, I thought I'd show you through pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grammy, the boys and I headed to the farm:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S8JhB1geV4I/AAAAAAAADt0/ejhHfzRY5R0/s1600/P1160972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S8JhB1geV4I/AAAAAAAADt0/ejhHfzRY5R0/s320/P1160972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459032382497511298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S8JhBXYRi9I/AAAAAAAADts/Y-g2Xal_YO4/s1600/P1160924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S8JhBXYRi9I/AAAAAAAADts/Y-g2Xal_YO4/s320/P1160924.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459032374410054610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S8JhBN5ZM_I/AAAAAAAADtk/3-u6bgWdxVo/s1600/P1160895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S8JhBN5ZM_I/AAAAAAAADtk/3-u6bgWdxVo/s320/P1160895.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459032371864613874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S8JhA1YOdYI/AAAAAAAADtc/3x8uZFNPp18/s1600/P1160893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S8JhA1YOdYI/AAAAAAAADtc/3x8uZFNPp18/s320/P1160893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459032365283046786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S8JhAZqAQ7I/AAAAAAAADtU/ZLR8-bnKbQo/s1600/P1160884.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S8JhAZqAQ7I/AAAAAAAADtU/ZLR8-bnKbQo/s320/P1160884.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459032357841421234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carson LOVES his new soccer ball that Grammy and Grampy gave him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S8JhwBNHI8I/AAAAAAAADt8/nDlAMjVdMpA/s1600/P1160983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S8JhwBNHI8I/AAAAAAAADt8/nDlAMjVdMpA/s320/P1160983.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459033175911506882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Easter egg hunt took us outside as well as inside (yes, that's Carson using one of Jeff's hat as a basket, definite mommy fail!).  He got a baseball bat from the Easter bunny and Jeff took him outside that morning and he smacked a ball over Jeff's head!  Born natural?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S8JitCdHpfI/AAAAAAAADuU/SeZOKVuMStI/s1600/P1170112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S8JitCdHpfI/AAAAAAAADuU/SeZOKVuMStI/s320/P1170112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459034224219104754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S8JislqOwtI/AAAAAAAADuM/x1FGSd3Smfo/s1600/P1170108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S8JislqOwtI/AAAAAAAADuM/x1FGSd3Smfo/s320/P1170108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459034216489468626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S8JisQgXJII/AAAAAAAADuE/xnmjZpVtnXU/s1600/P1170102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S8JisQgXJII/AAAAAAAADuE/xnmjZpVtnXU/s320/P1170102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459034210810930306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not sure where YOU live, but for us?  Being in a pool (albeit baby pool) in the first weekend of April is unheard of!  The weather was like a hot summer day, it was crazy.  But crazy awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beckett loves water.  He gets super excited at bathtime (hates getting his hairwashed, because he'd rather be playing with all the toys) and I was pretty sure he'd love the pool and we had to almost drag the both of them out of there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S8Joptzt-jI/AAAAAAAADvE/f0NIEd9SQAo/s1600/P1170080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S8Joptzt-jI/AAAAAAAADvE/f0NIEd9SQAo/s320/P1170080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459040764206905906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S8JnYmyX6lI/AAAAAAAADu8/GygUNOcOykc/s1600/P1170082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S8JnYmyX6lI/AAAAAAAADu8/GygUNOcOykc/s320/P1170082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459039370752813650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S8JnYe64PzI/AAAAAAAADu0/7yTX_4hpc98/s1600/P1170067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S8JnYe64PzI/AAAAAAAADu0/7yTX_4hpc98/s320/P1170067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459039368641003314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S8JnXzvQ6iI/AAAAAAAADus/whUyAUsClYs/s1600/P1170062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S8JnXzvQ6iI/AAAAAAAADus/whUyAUsClYs/s320/P1170062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459039357049563682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He LOVED his Grampy.  When he heard his Grampy, no matter where he was, he would stop what he's doing and turn his head every which way until he saw them.  And then the smile that would appear on his face?  Pure joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S8JnXtD2vGI/AAAAAAAADuk/TnIE3viNaGM/s1600/P1170040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S8JnXtD2vGI/AAAAAAAADuk/TnIE3viNaGM/s320/P1170040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459039355256880226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S8JnXKyE28I/AAAAAAAADuc/s36ux9OFE8Y/s1600/P1170035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S8JnXKyE28I/AAAAAAAADuc/s36ux9OFE8Y/s320/P1170035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459039346055502786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Auntie Olivia and Uncle Michael visited us as well, but I didn't get any pictures (I blame it on the daquiris) and we all had a lovely dinner (cooked by the visitors!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter Sunday Beckett was baptized.  It was a beautiful day and we didn't have a full service, only a baptism ceremony with just our family.  Father Joe is the one who married Jeff and I, baptized Carson in a garden, and I was quite happy that he was able to baptize Beckett too (we only asked him 4 months ago, and he agreed to do it on Easter Sunday, awesome!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big brother Carson all dressed up for the baptism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S8Jrrw_bimI/AAAAAAAADvM/0N9WBnWfkc4/s1600/P1170133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S8Jrrw_bimI/AAAAAAAADvM/0N9WBnWfkc4/s320/P1170133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459044097955957346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carrie: Fairy Godmother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S8JrsJNKMBI/AAAAAAAADvU/7zrL0FSp784/s1600/P1170149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S8JrsJNKMBI/AAAAAAAADvU/7zrL0FSp784/s320/P1170149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459044104455991314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Godparents Auntie Carrie and Uncle Rob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S8Jrsjf4DxI/AAAAAAAADvk/hCvSRimLQfU/s1600/P1170157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S8Jrsjf4DxI/AAAAAAAADvk/hCvSRimLQfU/s320/P1170157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459044111513816850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mommy, Daddy and our boy about to be baptized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S8JrsZcwbkI/AAAAAAAADvc/Ip-paleUjQ4/s1600/P1170152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S8JrsZcwbkI/AAAAAAAADvc/Ip-paleUjQ4/s320/P1170152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459044108816379458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 of the 7 grandchildren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S8JrtBeKVXI/AAAAAAAADvs/ZR3MSnuusdw/s1600/P1170182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S8JrtBeKVXI/AAAAAAAADvs/ZR3MSnuusdw/s320/P1170182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459044119559689586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Auntie Olivia, Uncle Michael, Grammy, Grampy and us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S8JthG_WzkI/AAAAAAAADv0/Em6NKMoZ8M0/s1600/P1170200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S8JthG_WzkI/AAAAAAAADv0/Em6NKMoZ8M0/s320/P1170200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459046113905921602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father Joe, godparents, grandparents and us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S8Jt9MzfMEI/AAAAAAAADv8/hc9t0bPNE84/s1600/P1170215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S8Jt9MzfMEI/AAAAAAAADv8/hc9t0bPNE84/s320/P1170215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459046596503089218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the baptism was Easter dinner at Mom and Ricky's.  As you can see, I spent most of my time outside (Beckett had a great, long nap (90 minutes!) so, great nap for him) so my pictures are of everyone playing outside and going on an Easter egg hunt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S8JvLByG0NI/AAAAAAAADwE/RD02hEIqpiU/s1600/P1170226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S8JvLByG0NI/AAAAAAAADwE/RD02hEIqpiU/s320/P1170226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459047933574303954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S8JvLzUS-dI/AAAAAAAADwU/Z_UBfs5Tkcw/s1600/P1170242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S8JvLzUS-dI/AAAAAAAADwU/Z_UBfs5Tkcw/s320/P1170242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459047946871044562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S8JvLk1WUMI/AAAAAAAADwM/GF6sCRmA8EE/s1600/P1170234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S8JvLk1WUMI/AAAAAAAADwM/GF6sCRmA8EE/s320/P1170234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459047942983143618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S8JvMh2_vdI/AAAAAAAADwc/NURfH2GIQgo/s1600/P1170272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S8JvMh2_vdI/AAAAAAAADwc/NURfH2GIQgo/s320/P1170272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459047959364615634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So as you can see we had a wonderful weekend, jam packed with family, friends and the outdoors.  We were sad to see Grammy and Grampy go, but we are already talking about how excited we are for PEI this summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26051722-6768689063908343265?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/6768689063908343265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=6768689063908343265' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/6768689063908343265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/6768689063908343265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2010/04/long-weekend-update.html' title='Long weekend update'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S8JhB1geV4I/AAAAAAAADt0/ejhHfzRY5R0/s72-c/P1160972.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-2385836961013908861</id><published>2010-04-05T20:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T10:20:37.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I know I'm due for some major posts...</title><content type='html'>About the beautiful weather we've been having&lt;br /&gt;About visiting family&lt;br /&gt;About Easter weekend&lt;br /&gt;About Beckett's baptism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this weekend was BUSY and all I want to do is to get into bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;obsessed&lt;/span&gt; with Beckett lately.  He's at the cutest baby stage where he's moving past the baby &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt; stage. where he's doing the inchworm (recon as Jeff likes to call it, where he uses his arms to move?  Like dragging himself by the arms without use of his feet?), he's babbling constantly, he just nuzzles into my shoulder when I pick him up, he has a killer smile that melts your heart, he doesn't cry (seriously, this kid only cries when you put him down for a nap, and it's like 5 minutes) he has the sweetest disposition ever and as my sister in law said yesterday "It's the baby that makes you feel so good about yourself cause he's just so happy".  And it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S7qBMNX1xwI/AAAAAAAADtE/A9VyYv0zwBI/s1600/P1170052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S7qBMNX1xwI/AAAAAAAADtE/A9VyYv0zwBI/s320/P1170052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456815945260844802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S7qBLyKGjrI/AAAAAAAADs8/CtMmcl1kiqE/s1600/P1170028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S7qBLyKGjrI/AAAAAAAADs8/CtMmcl1kiqE/s320/P1170028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456815937955466930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S7qBK5qNwpI/AAAAAAAADs0/MeWYMJB0vFM/s1600/P1160882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S7qBK5qNwpI/AAAAAAAADs0/MeWYMJB0vFM/s320/P1160882.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456815922789335698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S7qBKV4iAeI/AAAAAAAADss/qb__x20q3HY/s1600/P1160802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S7qBKV4iAeI/AAAAAAAADss/qb__x20q3HY/s320/P1160802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456815913185706466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not the only one who feels this way about him, see for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E5xbtm7CQZo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E5xbtm7CQZo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26051722-2385836961013908861?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/2385836961013908861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=2385836961013908861' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/2385836961013908861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/2385836961013908861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-know-im-due-for-some-major-posts.html' title='I know I&apos;m due for some major posts...'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S7qBMNX1xwI/AAAAAAAADtE/A9VyYv0zwBI/s72-c/P1170052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-6994621997390110444</id><published>2010-03-20T08:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T08:57:50.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picnic time!</title><content type='html'>With a forecast of 18 degrees, I had no other choice than to bring the kids out to the beach for a picnic.  Carson had wanted to go to the ocean, and this apparently sufficed.  For now.  He still talks about the ocean in PEI daily so I can't wait till this summer when we finally head out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I packed a huge picnic lunch, a mat, towels, drinks, change of clothes, rainboots, toys and of course... my camera.   Here we are, in the hot hot sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S6S_0NWTdaI/AAAAAAAADrU/nQcntWQyMa4/s1600-h/P1160667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S6S_0NWTdaI/AAAAAAAADrU/nQcntWQyMa4/s320/P1160667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450692352682456482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S6S_zq07hpI/AAAAAAAADrM/2nl3T8ICcWE/s1600-h/P1160661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S6S_zq07hpI/AAAAAAAADrM/2nl3T8ICcWE/s320/P1160661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450692343415670418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S6S-5aZfarI/AAAAAAAADrE/pzkBt7A0co0/s1600-h/P1160653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S6S-5aZfarI/AAAAAAAADrE/pzkBt7A0co0/s320/P1160653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450691342573202098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S6S-3UASClI/AAAAAAAADqk/sAY6MbkjnkE/s1600-h/P1160626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S6S-3UASClI/AAAAAAAADqk/sAY6MbkjnkE/s320/P1160626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450691306497116754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S6S-32blDAI/AAAAAAAADqs/Q26B38FRMqg/s1600-h/P1160627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S6S-32blDAI/AAAAAAAADqs/Q26B38FRMqg/s320/P1160627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450691315738414082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I always love going back to a park you haven't been in a while.  It always amazes me to see what Carson can do, that he wasn't able to do the last time.  I was sitting on the blanket with Beckett while Carson ran off and did his thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S6S-4iX0g0I/AAAAAAAADq8/PxczJoPqMVU/s1600-h/P1160641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S6S-4iX0g0I/AAAAAAAADq8/PxczJoPqMVU/s320/P1160641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450691327533810498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S6S-4RxVo-I/AAAAAAAADq0/x1DezbHBRz8/s1600-h/P1160629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S6S-4RxVo-I/AAAAAAAADq0/x1DezbHBRz8/s320/P1160629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450691323077436386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The day was SO nice, I didn't even argue with Carson about nap/rest time, so I let him play outside the rest of the afternoon.  There were a ton of kids on the street and he had a blast.  Nearing supper he was so exhausted and he was a chore the rest of the night and although he would never admit it, I'd say he was pretty happy to get into bed (not as happy as me though!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S6S_0re8KsI/AAAAAAAADrc/-Rg4TIbKbGg/s1600-h/P1160680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S6S_0re8KsI/AAAAAAAADrc/-Rg4TIbKbGg/s320/P1160680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450692360771742402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The big kids were playing hockey, so I told him to stand back and just watch for a while.  I said when the little kids were playing he could play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S6S_1Fa9yOI/AAAAAAAADrk/B5wej0D3rto/s1600-h/P1160688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S6S_1Fa9yOI/AAAAAAAADrk/B5wej0D3rto/s320/P1160688.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450692367734393058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He didn't take the news too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S6S_1sbU9NI/AAAAAAAADrs/t_PexiTqQcU/s1600-h/P1160689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S6S_1sbU9NI/AAAAAAAADrs/t_PexiTqQcU/s320/P1160689.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450692378204894418" 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/26051722-6994621997390110444?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/6994621997390110444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=6994621997390110444' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/6994621997390110444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/6994621997390110444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2010/03/picnic-time.html' title='Picnic time!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S6S_0NWTdaI/AAAAAAAADrU/nQcntWQyMa4/s72-c/P1160667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-6483992162926060342</id><published>2010-03-18T20:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T20:33:48.357-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Street hockey</title><content type='html'>I know, I know, same old same old. But look how determined he is! We were outside playing with the sidewalk chalk and then the two boys from across the street came home. As they pulled into their driveway, Carson looks at me and says "Mommy, Nicholas and Michele are home. We're going to play hockey". Then he runs in the garage and gets his hockey stick and puck. He's an addict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S6LFl1cGSzI/AAAAAAAADqc/6tWTed_7JC0/s1600-h/P1160607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S6LFl1cGSzI/AAAAAAAADqc/6tWTed_7JC0/s320/P1160607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450135752862485298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S6LFlOh_H2I/AAAAAAAADqU/zlyEa2KwoPk/s1600-h/P1160595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S6LFlOh_H2I/AAAAAAAADqU/zlyEa2KwoPk/s320/P1160595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450135742418198370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S6LFkhUqznI/AAAAAAAADqM/tJTteF2OQx4/s1600-h/P1160588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S6LFkhUqznI/AAAAAAAADqM/tJTteF2OQx4/s320/P1160588.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450135730282745458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S6LFkNgYcfI/AAAAAAAADqE/HGRb9TRO2Ac/s1600-h/P1160583.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S6LFkNgYcfI/AAAAAAAADqE/HGRb9TRO2Ac/s320/P1160583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450135724963164658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S6LFjifVWWI/AAAAAAAADp8/NoF7Go9nToY/s1600-h/P1160581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S6LFjifVWWI/AAAAAAAADp8/NoF7Go9nToY/s320/P1160581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450135713416042850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We left for Grandma and Nono's shortly after, and I was pulling the van out of the driveway Carson said "Mommy, go the other way.  Don't knock over the kids. I don't want my friends to be broken".  How freaking cute?!  I love the things that comes out of that boy's mouth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we are going to scope out the beach - Carson was quite upset today that we couldn't go to the ocean at Grammy and Grampy's (like meltdown upset), so I'm hoping the "beach" will satisfy his need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26051722-6483992162926060342?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/6483992162926060342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=6483992162926060342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/6483992162926060342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/6483992162926060342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2010/03/street-hockey.html' title='Street hockey'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S6LFl1cGSzI/AAAAAAAADqc/6tWTed_7JC0/s72-c/P1160607.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-3844843365415112383</id><published>2010-03-18T20:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T20:25:37.475-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nap time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S6LEK5SCxRI/AAAAAAAADp0/XcqlBEmx2FA/s1600-h/P1160553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S6LEK5SCxRI/AAAAAAAADp0/XcqlBEmx2FA/s320/P1160553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450134190525957394" 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/26051722-3844843365415112383?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/3844843365415112383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=3844843365415112383' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/3844843365415112383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/3844843365415112383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2010/03/nap-time.html' title='Nap time!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S6LEK5SCxRI/AAAAAAAADp0/XcqlBEmx2FA/s72-c/P1160553.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-4227715845064003098</id><published>2010-03-16T21:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T21:49:56.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We still can't believe</title><content type='html'>How wonderful this weather is!  It went up to 16 degrees here in Ottawa today.  We spent hours and hours outside.  I've said it before, and I will say it again.  I'm such a better parent when it's nice weather.  When we can be outside.  And, we spend every possible minute that we can outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't written much about the kiddies lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beckett:  his top two eyeteeth are coming in.  He wants to be part of the vampire trend!  And just like his older brother, he doesn't fuss too much with his incoming teeth.  That child is sweet, sweet, sweet.  For a long while he was pretty straight faced, but now he gives the BEST smiles.  He plays shy and snuggles into my shoulder when someone talks to him, but before he turns away he'll flash you an incredible smile.  He never cries. Seriously.  That child never cries.  Except when he goes down for his afternoon nap.  But he doesn't cry during the day.  He's just happy.  All the time.  It's crazy!  Actually, today he started to cry because he was playing with a stick and I took it away.  I couldn't stand to hear him cry so I gave him his stick back :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carson: is growing up every day.  The stories he makes up, the things he says, the way he acts... it's always changing.  So quickly.  He's making friends at the park, sharing his toys, taking turns and playing so well.  He is more agreeable then not, he's happy, he's sweet and he loves his family.  I love him and am really loving the time we have together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S6A0kfbUu-I/AAAAAAAADpk/gMHS-lybsP0/s1600-h/P1160491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S6A0kfbUu-I/AAAAAAAADpk/gMHS-lybsP0/s320/P1160491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449413350634339298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S6A0j9mqtyI/AAAAAAAADpc/JrhzbomWkr0/s1600-h/P1160470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S6A0j9mqtyI/AAAAAAAADpc/JrhzbomWkr0/s320/P1160470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449413341555111714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S6A0jowIuqI/AAAAAAAADpU/fdZhRGf9nUw/s1600-h/P1160457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S6A0jowIuqI/AAAAAAAADpU/fdZhRGf9nUw/s320/P1160457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449413335957682850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S6A0jY_vVtI/AAAAAAAADpM/0FjvcIosvyk/s1600-h/P1160450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S6A0jY_vVtI/AAAAAAAADpM/0FjvcIosvyk/s320/P1160450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449413331728160466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S6A0i3nTDWI/AAAAAAAADpE/MdP5VofJB8w/s1600-h/P1160444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S6A0i3nTDWI/AAAAAAAADpE/MdP5VofJB8w/s320/P1160444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449413322767273314" 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/26051722-4227715845064003098?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/4227715845064003098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=4227715845064003098' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/4227715845064003098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/4227715845064003098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-still-cant-believe.html' title='We still can&apos;t believe'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S6A0kfbUu-I/AAAAAAAADpk/gMHS-lybsP0/s72-c/P1160491.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-5497920292464947110</id><published>2010-03-12T20:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T20:46:03.981-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We just can't....</title><content type='html'>get enough of the sun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S5rt4O5d32I/AAAAAAAADo8/h3TJe5YbJmQ/s1600-h/P1160369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S5rt4O5d32I/AAAAAAAADo8/h3TJe5YbJmQ/s320/P1160369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447928249585622882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;of being outside....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S5rt38U8XVI/AAAAAAAADo0/vP0MjoJ2unM/s1600-h/P1160367.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S5rt38U8XVI/AAAAAAAADo0/vP0MjoJ2unM/s320/P1160367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447928244600593746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;of the melting snow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S5rt3l4lIwI/AAAAAAAADos/HVKIk7Cw9zk/s1600-h/P1160353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S5rt3l4lIwI/AAAAAAAADos/HVKIk7Cw9zk/s320/P1160353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447928238576050946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the fresh air...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S5rtVUC94pI/AAAAAAAADok/ltP21Besk0U/s1600-h/P1160326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S5rtVUC94pI/AAAAAAAADok/ltP21Besk0U/s320/P1160326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447927649672225426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to be continued....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26051722-5497920292464947110?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/5497920292464947110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=5497920292464947110' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/5497920292464947110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/5497920292464947110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-just-cant.html' title='We just can&apos;t....'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S5rt4O5d32I/AAAAAAAADo8/h3TJe5YbJmQ/s72-c/P1160369.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-692121992667987992</id><published>2010-03-10T15:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T15:16:24.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Together</title><content type='html'>I know I've written a lot about how much the boys love being together.  I probably write about it so much because it makes me SO happy that already they have this bond, they are the most important people to each other it seems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carson is beyond excited that we can finally use our Chariot as a stroller.  In our other stroller, they don't face the same way so they can't see each other.  These days we are travelling the neighbourhood with this stroller and I pile toys in, put a blanket on for Beckett and off we go.  All the while we are walking, I hear Beckett babbling, Carson trying to make Beckett laugh, Carson pointing out all the things we are seeing, and the occassional "Hey Beckett, give me back my garbage truck"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see us spending lots of time and travelling lots of places this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S5f97BoBe1I/AAAAAAAADoU/3pNWH7YZEkQ/s1600-h/P1160286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S5f97BoBe1I/AAAAAAAADoU/3pNWH7YZEkQ/s320/P1160286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447101464818318162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S5f96rFbDYI/AAAAAAAADoM/xPvqvYHuD10/s1600-h/P1160289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S5f96rFbDYI/AAAAAAAADoM/xPvqvYHuD10/s320/P1160289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447101458767613314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S5f96FdLkyI/AAAAAAAADoE/yF0QOLnWlMo/s1600-h/P1160287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S5f96FdLkyI/AAAAAAAADoE/yF0QOLnWlMo/s320/P1160287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447101448666714914" 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/26051722-692121992667987992?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/692121992667987992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=692121992667987992' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/692121992667987992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/692121992667987992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2010/03/together.html' title='Together'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S5f97BoBe1I/AAAAAAAADoU/3pNWH7YZEkQ/s72-c/P1160286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-8949426938338544087</id><published>2010-03-08T19:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T21:25:11.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our day today</title><content type='html'>I think it's pretty much like this across the country - but spring has definitely sprung!  It's so nice outside!  The snow is melting, the sun is shining, the birds are singing and we spend every minute we can possibly spare outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spend the majority of the time in our driveway - it's somewhere I can leave the babe on his own and play with Carson.  He loves just watching us anyways.  And in the sun?  No complaints there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S5WdleruhQI/AAAAAAAADnk/qmm7qz45Nu8/s1600-h/P1160262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S5WdleruhQI/AAAAAAAADnk/qmm7qz45Nu8/s320/P1160262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446432591591671042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S5Wdl1RSCkI/AAAAAAAADns/jc0CSJLI1oI/s1600-h/P1160264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S5Wdl1RSCkI/AAAAAAAADns/jc0CSJLI1oI/s320/P1160264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446432597654768194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S5Wdmjo0V0I/AAAAAAAADn0/p5NzKQ5APVw/s1600-h/P1160265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S5Wdmjo0V0I/AAAAAAAADn0/p5NzKQ5APVw/s320/P1160265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446432610101516098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S5Wdm3nI66I/AAAAAAAADn8/bgCGtKA34U0/s1600-h/P1160274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S5Wdm3nI66I/AAAAAAAADn8/bgCGtKA34U0/s320/P1160274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446432615463185314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And for the first time ever, Carson had someone call on him!  The two boys across the street love playing street hockey with him.  And after their early afternoon game of street hockey I had Carson come inside for a nap for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(he's basically given up his nap but I try to get him to have a rest time while Beckett is sleeping - but Beckett doesn't really have an afternoon nap so after about 1/2 hour they are both up, I really dont' want to spend my afternoon inside trying to get boys to sleep instead of simply enjoying our time together)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the boys came over, rang the doorbell and asked if he could come out to play!  I swear I had little tears in my eyes!  He went out to play with them, and then I actually stayed inside to make dinner while he stayed outside.  Unsupervised play (by me) with friends!  Playing street hockey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26051722-8949426938338544087?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/8949426938338544087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=8949426938338544087' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/8949426938338544087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/8949426938338544087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2010/03/our-day-today.html' title='Our day today'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S5WdleruhQI/AAAAAAAADnk/qmm7qz45Nu8/s72-c/P1160262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-8377305737095702871</id><published>2010-03-05T13:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T14:07:22.091-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud daddy moment</title><content type='html'>Last night I was inside feeding Beckett and making the salad for dinner while Jeff and Carson were outside BBQing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door from the garage opens and Jeff says (with the biggest smile on his face) "You gotta come see this".  I go outside, see why Jeff looked the way he did and ran back inside for my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And yes, that is Jeff scoring against the children who are 1/8th his age :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S5FWC1gKYXI/AAAAAAAADnE/q4c_hQdkhcU/s1600-h/P1160229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S5FWC1gKYXI/AAAAAAAADnE/q4c_hQdkhcU/s320/P1160229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445228031189344626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S5FWDHs60sI/AAAAAAAADnM/DDGEnQIgxwQ/s1600-h/P1160233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S5FWDHs60sI/AAAAAAAADnM/DDGEnQIgxwQ/s320/P1160233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445228036074689218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S5FWDb0iJkI/AAAAAAAADnU/NNj6ihDIMNE/s1600-h/P1160234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S5FWDb0iJkI/AAAAAAAADnU/NNj6ihDIMNE/s320/P1160234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445228041475335746" 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/26051722-8377305737095702871?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/8377305737095702871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=8377305737095702871' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/8377305737095702871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/8377305737095702871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2010/03/proud-daddy-moment.html' title='Proud daddy moment'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S5FWC1gKYXI/AAAAAAAADnE/q4c_hQdkhcU/s72-c/P1160229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-3501275004817451117</id><published>2010-02-25T14:20:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T19:46:59.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like my big brother book!</title><content type='html'>We love reading in this house.  There are stories upon stories upon  stories.  There are books on every floor where Carson can easily reach them, we go to the library constantly, we read books in the car, we read books before bed, we read books to Beckett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really amazing how kids pay attention to stories in books.  They listen to every word we say and I would love to see inside his head when he's trying to make sense of the book, compare it to his real life and savour what's being said.  When we do something in real life that we've read about in a book - Jeff and I both make the comparison outloud and we love seeing Carson's face light up as he makes the connection between what we read and what we are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carson's uncle Michael and Auntie Olivia bought him &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Big-Brother-Padded-Large-Learner/dp/1405450231"&gt;this book&lt;/a&gt; when Beckett was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S4cYkVm111I/AAAAAAAADl8/j67A-QHkHk4/s1600-h/Screen+shot+2010-02-25+at+7.40.04+PM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 276px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S4cYkVm111I/AAAAAAAADl8/j67A-QHkHk4/s320/Screen+shot+2010-02-25+at+7.40.04+PM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442345687254947666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about an older brother and the new little baby in the family.  He desperately wants to play with the baby, but at the beginning the baby is too little.  As the baby grows, the older brother is able to do more and more things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carson often talks about this book as he is starting to help feed Beckett, dress Beckett, play in the bathtub with him, read books to him and he was absolutely ECSTATIC when Beckett was playing with him this morning "It's just like in my book Mommy, Beckett is big enough to play with me".  I am giddy with excitement when I think about my boys growing up together, as friends and although I can not predict the future, I think they are going to be quite good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S4cZeSeNwZI/AAAAAAAADmM/8lw8QHJVAPE/s1600-h/P1160215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S4cZeSeNwZI/AAAAAAAADmM/8lw8QHJVAPE/s320/P1160215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442346682845872530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S4cZeKth8NI/AAAAAAAADmE/wOBqQDrIPFk/s1600-h/P1160210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S4cZeKth8NI/AAAAAAAADmE/wOBqQDrIPFk/s320/P1160210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442346680762626258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S4cZfFcQ8vI/AAAAAAAADmc/jwHAz6ArV_A/s1600-h/P1160221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S4cZfFcQ8vI/AAAAAAAADmc/jwHAz6ArV_A/s320/P1160221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442346696527901426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S4cZeki8cwI/AAAAAAAADmU/ehGYn9hdxKc/s1600-h/P1160220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S4cZeki8cwI/AAAAAAAADmU/ehGYn9hdxKc/s320/P1160220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442346687697548034" 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/26051722-3501275004817451117?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/3501275004817451117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=3501275004817451117' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/3501275004817451117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/3501275004817451117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-like-my-big-brother-book.html' title='Just like my big brother book!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S4cYkVm111I/AAAAAAAADl8/j67A-QHkHk4/s72-c/Screen+shot+2010-02-25+at+7.40.04+PM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-5624225252854931256</id><published>2010-02-23T20:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T21:16:20.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So very excited</title><content type='html'>It's still a few months away, but unfortunately I do have to go back to work.  Life would be great if I could stay home with my boys, but that's not in the cards for us.  We've been trying to figure out the perfect scenario for our boys when it comes to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were going to keep Carson in the same place as his nursery school but in the before/after school program and then look for home-care for Beckett.  But then I thought about Sarah, this woman I know from the park.  We met when our first kids were old enough to go to the park.  We were both there often (and lots of times the only ones there!) and so we started chatting.  I always thought she was such a great mom, I loved seeing the way she talked to &amp;amp; played with her son.  We would talk about tons of things, one of them being child rearing and it seemed we always had the same views, thoughts and opinions on all different aspects of raising our children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple days after I found our caregiver, Sarah asked if I was looking for care.  She said she decided not to go back to work.  We had already found care so I had to say no, but often thought of Sarah and possible daycare.  She had a little girl a few months before I had Beckett, so we saw each other at the park over the summer but I haven't seen her since the fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept looking for her the past couple weeks, when I wasn't at the park I'd be looking out my back window at the park looking for her.  I always kept my eyes open.  Then I reverted to stalking.  I cant divulge my methods, but I ended up with a phone number and called this afternoon.  She told me I had impeccable timing because she was just thinking about taking a child in her son's age and one her daughter's age.  Which is EXACTLY what I have!  So we are getting together next week to talk about things but I think this must be the absolute perfect scenario.  I'm giddy just thinking about it.  Her son will also be going to the same school as Carson, which again... perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been beautiful outside these days.  We've spent lots of outdoor time outside: building snowmen (Carson actualy was quite concerned that the snowman wasn't going to be able to pee and asked that I make it anatomically correct.  But I just couldn't do it) we've played at the park, gone for walks, used our toy grocery cart to pick up bottles and cans on the street after recycle day, gone to Grandma's, tried to feed the birds again (but they weren't out!),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S4SIghVk5OI/AAAAAAAADlE/tOabK3vux64/s1600-h/P1160080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S4SIghVk5OI/AAAAAAAADlE/tOabK3vux64/s320/P1160080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441624342056461538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S4SIhKLnOLI/AAAAAAAADlM/TBk6BzYH4dA/s1600-h/P1160089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S4SIhKLnOLI/AAAAAAAADlM/TBk6BzYH4dA/s320/P1160089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441624353020524722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S4SIhT8gAgI/AAAAAAAADlU/A2XR-cQcBWQ/s1600-h/P1160098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S4SIhT8gAgI/AAAAAAAADlU/A2XR-cQcBWQ/s320/P1160098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441624355641491970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S4SIhz65QHI/AAAAAAAADlc/cgCP-0ePgYk/s1600-h/P1160122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S4SIhz65QHI/AAAAAAAADlc/cgCP-0ePgYk/s320/P1160122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441624364224692338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S4SIiAFf-cI/AAAAAAAADlk/uDUCgIuVUKE/s1600-h/P1160160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S4SIiAFf-cI/AAAAAAAADlk/uDUCgIuVUKE/s320/P1160160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441624367490398658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S4SJtN8riMI/AAAAAAAADl0/m5W0CpXePIU/s1600-h/P1160028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S4SJtN8riMI/AAAAAAAADl0/m5W0CpXePIU/s320/P1160028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441625659701692610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S4SJIi0AurI/AAAAAAAADls/i8N6dxe9OTQ/s1600-h/P1160183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S4SJIi0AurI/AAAAAAAADls/i8N6dxe9OTQ/s320/P1160183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441625029647317682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beckett is being baptized April 4th (easter Sunday!) and Jeff's parents are going to stop in Ottawa on their way home from Florida.  Carson is quite taken by Grammy and Grampy lately, so he's really excited they are coming, and so are we!  I'm sure if Beckett could talk he'd say he was excited too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26051722-5624225252854931256?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/5624225252854931256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=5624225252854931256' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/5624225252854931256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/5624225252854931256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-very-excited.html' title='So very excited'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S4SIghVk5OI/AAAAAAAADlE/tOabK3vux64/s72-c/P1160080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-8115675647930986752</id><published>2010-02-16T20:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T20:51:12.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Grandma and Nono!</title><content type='html'>For looking after baby Beckett while the rest of us hit the slopes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so not skiing as the saying "hit the slopes" implies, but instead TUBING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god it was fun.  We had to take the chairlift up the hill and the first time I think Jeff and I were more nervous than Carson.  Of course he didn't understand the stress of getting yourself AND your 3 year old on a chairlift when the chairlift doesn't stop to let you get on.  Sure I remember that from when I went skiing when I was younger, but I wasn't quite prepared the first time.  But then each time we went up it got better and better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie, Rob, the twins, Sean, Sofia and the three of us had an absolute blast.  We went down in tubes solo (well, Carson was always with Jeff or I) or we attached tubes together and I honestly think the most fun rides were when all 7 tubes went down together.  The kids thought it was awesome and I have to agree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We couldn't have asked for nicer weather, it was sunny, warm and probably my most favourite day this winter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26051722-8115675647930986752?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/8115675647930986752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=8115675647930986752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/8115675647930986752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/8115675647930986752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2010/02/thank-you-grandma-and-nono.html' title='Thank you Grandma and Nono!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-481172713047331357</id><published>2010-02-14T19:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T19:51:55.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Absolutely the sweetest</title><content type='html'>Oh I wish I could bottle up some of Beckett's sweetness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's the best baby ever.  After anyone is around him for any length of time they just say&lt;br /&gt;"oh my god he's so good"&lt;br /&gt;"he just sits there and smiles"&lt;br /&gt;"he never makes a sound"&lt;br /&gt;"he's the happiest baby I've ever seen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's true&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's just so happy.  As soon as you look at him he smiles.  A big, huge, mostly toothless smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday my friend's mom (who I've known since I was 13) said "When he looks at you and smiles, you just feel so lucky".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;kisses&lt;/span&gt;.  When I pick him up, he grabs hair on either side of my hair (I think he goes for my cheeks but comes up a bit short) and lunges toward my face with his mouth wide open.  It's the sweetest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love love love love love love that kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S3iamPSiL7I/AAAAAAAADk0/AfCuiO-vCYw/s1600-h/P1160047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S3iamPSiL7I/AAAAAAAADk0/AfCuiO-vCYw/s320/P1160047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438266531779850162" 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/26051722-481172713047331357?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/481172713047331357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=481172713047331357' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/481172713047331357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/481172713047331357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2010/02/absolutely-sweetest.html' title='Absolutely the sweetest'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S3iamPSiL7I/AAAAAAAADk0/AfCuiO-vCYw/s72-c/P1160047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-7848476039268296774</id><published>2010-02-06T20:43:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T21:12:09.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Saturday</title><content type='html'>Today was a PERFECT day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Beckett took his morning nap, Carson and I made obstacle courses  all around the house.  He LOVED it and would do them over and over.   Then the 4 of us went out to do a little running around.  We had lunch  on the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home and during Beckett's nap, Carson and I went toboganning down  this huge hill in our neighbourhood and then we went to the coffee shop  behind our house.  I had a chai latte while Carson played with a little girl in the  school bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After nap, we headed off to the library.  On the way home we made an  impromptu stop at our friend's house.  They invited us for dinner.  For  steak!  The kids played, the adults talked, the baby slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came home, put the kids to bed and now it's US time (ok, so Jeff is  watching the game and I'm up in bed on my laptop and watching TV, so  it's ME time for both of us).  Perfect day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S24g9wPmgpI/AAAAAAAADkk/lcLyVf43DZE/s1600-h/P1150989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S24g9wPmgpI/AAAAAAAADkk/lcLyVf43DZE/s320/P1150989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435318045577216658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S24g9n_vxCI/AAAAAAAADkc/PG28X43TUvo/s1600-h/P1160007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S24g9n_vxCI/AAAAAAAADkc/PG28X43TUvo/s320/P1160007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435318043363230754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S24g9Q9lECI/AAAAAAAADkU/44YzFZq0E_o/s1600-h/P1150996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S24g9Q9lECI/AAAAAAAADkU/44YzFZq0E_o/s320/P1150996.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435318037180125218" 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/26051722-7848476039268296774?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/7848476039268296774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=7848476039268296774' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/7848476039268296774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/7848476039268296774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2010/02/today-was-perfect-day.html' title='Perfect Saturday'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S24g9wPmgpI/AAAAAAAADkk/lcLyVf43DZE/s72-c/P1150989.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-1604183879073798611</id><published>2010-02-06T20:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T20:18:01.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Proof!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S24Ts-AtbzI/AAAAAAAADkM/_8IM89aIDKU/s1600-h/P1150947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S24Ts-AtbzI/AAAAAAAADkM/_8IM89aIDKU/s320/P1150947.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435303463563915058" 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/26051722-1604183879073798611?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/1604183879073798611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=1604183879073798611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/1604183879073798611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/1604183879073798611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2010/02/proof.html' title='Proof!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S24Ts-AtbzI/AAAAAAAADkM/_8IM89aIDKU/s72-c/P1150947.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-2061950861990538934</id><published>2010-02-03T10:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T11:03:28.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perhaps I should have waited</title><content type='html'>Until summer to feed Beckett blackberries/raspberries/blueberries.  That way I could have taken all his clothes off and avoided part of the mess....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S2mdUsifjfI/AAAAAAAADjU/JnHKZxUHoc4/s1600-h/P1150931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S2mdUsifjfI/AAAAAAAADjU/JnHKZxUHoc4/s320/P1150931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434047404277992946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S2mdUCUt0uI/AAAAAAAADjM/megNUqrHGQ0/s1600-h/P1150926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S2mdUCUt0uI/AAAAAAAADjM/megNUqrHGQ0/s320/P1150926.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434047392945918690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S2mdTwYfLEI/AAAAAAAADjE/EMYD6Dn6qW0/s1600-h/P1150925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S2mdTwYfLEI/AAAAAAAADjE/EMYD6Dn6qW0/s320/P1150925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434047388129897538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also, for some reason one of my favourite milestones is when babies can put their toes into their mouths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S2md8oo_-cI/AAAAAAAADjc/n6jCL0MZL3s/s1600-h/P1150932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S2md8oo_-cI/AAAAAAAADjc/n6jCL0MZL3s/s320/P1150932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434048090426309058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S2md8-s6lTI/AAAAAAAADjk/jTCeVdP6yZU/s1600-h/P1150937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S2md8-s6lTI/AAAAAAAADjk/jTCeVdP6yZU/s320/P1150937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434048096348312882" 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/26051722-2061950861990538934?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/2061950861990538934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=2061950861990538934' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/2061950861990538934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/2061950861990538934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2010/02/perhaps-i-should-have-waited.html' title='Perhaps I should have waited'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S2mdUsifjfI/AAAAAAAADjU/JnHKZxUHoc4/s72-c/P1150931.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-5993199452797047482</id><published>2010-02-02T19:02:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T21:08:51.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy days!</title><content type='html'>So much has been happening around here, I've been neglecting writing about my two handsome little boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's new with Beckett you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has his two bottom teeth!  He didn't make too much of a fuss while they were coming in, he cried one afternoon for about 5 minutes which led Grandma and I to believe they were coming (this kid does not cry unless he's in his crib going to bed, otherwise, during the day he just doesn't cry!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S2jSqd5hLNI/AAAAAAAADh8/QJ4-OfNe_8w/s1600-h/P1150842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S2jSqd5hLNI/AAAAAAAADh8/QJ4-OfNe_8w/s320/P1150842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433824577444719826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's sitting by himself!  I put the nursing pillow behind him in case he falls, but he can sit up for a few minutes at a time.  He loves this new position, it's a whole different world for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S2jSp31ZtII/AAAAAAAADh0/SFFn_bGfVsQ/s1600-h/P1150705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S2jSp31ZtII/AAAAAAAADh0/SFFn_bGfVsQ/s320/P1150705.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433824567226905730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's also taking a bottle.  He took a bottle from Jeff two nights ago and another one tonight - and fell asleep &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like a baby&lt;/span&gt; right afterward both times.  I'm not as excited as I thought I would be, but I know next time I want to leave him for more than an hour I will be able to!  I lasted longer nursing Beckett exclusively then I lasted nursing Carson at all.   I don't have a picture of the bottle though, I try to stay out of the way when he's having it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now onto Carson.  What did we do today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S2jUQyMExiI/AAAAAAAADiE/tZtvpe-cCuA/s1600-h/P1150909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S2jUQyMExiI/AAAAAAAADiE/tZtvpe-cCuA/s320/P1150909.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433826335237916194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's right, we registered him for school!  I can't believe that come September, I'll be sending my baby off to kindergarten.  He was quite excited to go into his new school (whether that's the actual school he's going to, that's not yet decided, we're trying to work that out, but this is most likely the school he'll be going to) and watch all the kids play in the gym while I filled out all the forms.  And of course, Beckett came along for the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S2jVgqIdATI/AAAAAAAADiM/RZuO_dK_Cf4/s1600-h/P1150920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S2jVgqIdATI/AAAAAAAADiM/RZuO_dK_Cf4/s320/P1150920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433827707464778034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Other than that, we've been trying to keep ourselves busy in the winter.  We went to feed the birds one day and Carson LOVED it.  As soon as the birds would come close (they actually land IN YOUR HAND, freaked me out, Carson wouldn't have anything to do with them eating out of his hand but loved it when they landed in mine) he would yell and jump and scream COME EAT THE FOOD BIRDIES, YOUR TUMMIES ARE HUNGRY BECAUSE IT"S COLD OUT until I finally convinced him we had to whisper because the birds are afraid of humans.  We accidentally spilled the bag of birdseed so I'm sure they had quite the feast once we left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S2jWT1YKkeI/AAAAAAAADiU/qmnYgDBjy5s/s1600-h/mosaic13ac712b8fbf1acac56058bc75191e39919cc9d6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 161px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S2jWT1YKkeI/AAAAAAAADiU/qmnYgDBjy5s/s320/mosaic13ac712b8fbf1acac56058bc75191e39919cc9d6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433828586656797154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We've also been exploring the neighbourhood and all the hills, chasing snowplows, playing with the other kids when they get out of school, shovelling, playing hockey, trying our best at skating, and watching the big kids play hockey in the outdoor rink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S2jYWTwO2dI/AAAAAAAADi8/KlMwsVNb-mc/s1600-h/P1150631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S2jYWTwO2dI/AAAAAAAADi8/KlMwsVNb-mc/s320/P1150631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433830828193798610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S2jYWKd9h7I/AAAAAAAADi0/r2D_C65mwh8/s1600-h/P1150602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S2jYWKd9h7I/AAAAAAAADi0/r2D_C65mwh8/s320/P1150602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433830825701246898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S2jYV7Pr3vI/AAAAAAAADis/G8Y2UjHo-jU/s1600-h/P1150495.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S2jYV7Pr3vI/AAAAAAAADis/G8Y2UjHo-jU/s320/P1150495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433830821614837490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S2jYVYYBvjI/AAAAAAAADik/Cz0x9Ieg8v8/s1600-h/P1150897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S2jYVYYBvjI/AAAAAAAADik/Cz0x9Ieg8v8/s320/P1150897.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433830812254584370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S2jYVDmXF0I/AAAAAAAADic/STHqMdiQrPM/s1600-h/P1150878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S2jYVDmXF0I/AAAAAAAADic/STHqMdiQrPM/s320/P1150878.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433830806677559106" 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/26051722-5993199452797047482?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/5993199452797047482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=5993199452797047482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/5993199452797047482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/5993199452797047482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2010/02/busy-days.html' title='Busy days!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S2jSqd5hLNI/AAAAAAAADh8/QJ4-OfNe_8w/s72-c/P1150842.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-1059353783795705012</id><published>2010-01-28T07:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T07:31:36.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Videos</title><content type='html'>I've always said that Carson and Beckett simply love being together.  The other day Lisa was over visiting, so Lisa, Carson and I were hanging out downstairs.  Beckett woke up from his nap and Carson wanted to go up and see him.  He went upstairs and I started to hear the both of them laugh.... (which, if you know Beckett, you have to work fairly hard to get him to laugh).  I went upstairs, camera in hand, and this is what I caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RI5gQLphNec&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RI5gQLphNec&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Carson watching &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_OBlgSz8sSM"&gt;this video&lt;/a&gt;.  It's hilarious.  Isabelle and Ethan started to imitate the little boy and Carson thought THAT was the funniest thing ever.  When we watched the video again, together, he just about cracked a rib laughing.  Here it is.  (and if you haven't seen this video, you have to watch it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VpS5b4rC3Pw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VpS5b4rC3Pw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26051722-1059353783795705012?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/1059353783795705012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=1059353783795705012' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/1059353783795705012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/1059353783795705012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2010/01/videos.html' title='Videos'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-251660703979914152</id><published>2010-01-25T20:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T07:49:16.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Date night</title><content type='html'>Anyone who knows me knows how much I love having two kids.  I love having brothers, even though Beckett doesn't really "play" with him yet, they love being together.  Carson makes Beckett laugh, and Beckett just grins from ear to ear as soon as he catches a glimpse of Carson.  I love chaos - so getting both of them their breakfasts, singing crazy songs, cleaning up messes, playing games, jumping on the bed... you name it and we do it.  Together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, once in a while I crave time with just one of them.  Tonight it was Carson night.  After I put Beckett to bed, Carson and I ran out of the house to the car and went swimming.  We had such a blast.  I concentrated 100% on him.  We talked, we laughed, we told stories, we sang to the music, we jumped in puddles, we swam, we went down the slide, we played catch, we swirled in circles.  It was so nice to be just the two of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26051722-251660703979914152?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/251660703979914152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=251660703979914152' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/251660703979914152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/251660703979914152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2010/01/date-night.html' title='Date night'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-539107401765773133</id><published>2010-01-19T20:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T20:38:26.818-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stats</title><content type='html'>Doctor appointment today for both boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carson (3 year appt)&lt;br /&gt;34 lbs (50%)&lt;br /&gt;37 inches (75%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beckett&lt;br /&gt;16.9 lbs (just below 50%)&lt;br /&gt;26.5 inches (50%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carson just laughed the whole time and said "He's looking in my ears!" "He's looking in my mouth!" "He's tickling my back!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beckett was doing just fine until the doctor was at the end of his prodding.  He made it to the ears and then Beckett just looked at me and whimpered and just wanted me to hold him.  Then the nurse came in with the dreaded needles. She told me to lay him down and try to distract him.  I let him play with my hair (he LOVES my hair) and he actually smiled when he got the first needle.  The nurse said - wow, that's amazing.  But that won't happen with the next one, it stings like the dickens.  So the next one went in, Beckett cried twice (like two little wah's) and then he was done and smiling at me again.   That kid is so frigging cute - he actually deserves his own post.  More tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26051722-539107401765773133?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/539107401765773133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=539107401765773133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/539107401765773133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/539107401765773133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2010/01/stats.html' title='Stats'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-6615274827253399182</id><published>2010-01-18T18:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T19:51:04.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going so fast!</title><content type='html'>Until my wonderful friend Kerri reminded me this morning that I hadn't updated in a while, I didn't realize how long it had been.  This winter seems to be just flying by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly wish I had a camera attached to my head, carrying around Beckett all the time makes it kind of hard to snap all the moments I want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I wish I had caught Carson's first time on real skates.  We went up to the outdoor hockey rink and he was so excited to sit in the trailer with the other kids and strap on his skates.  I didn't have a hockey stick for him, so we borrowed one from a family who had some extra.  We just walked around the rink (I only held him with one hand) and he's more comfortable on his skates now, he just kind of shuffles/walks along but I figure that's the first step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had caught him playing with all the other kids outside the school in the big snow banks.  Kindergarten is let out at 11:30 so we try to make it at the same time so there are other kids to play with - it's like an accidental playgroup!  We saw Naomi, who Carson used to go to daycare with so that was exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have loved to catch on camera the fun times we had at Sofia's birthday party with a ton of other kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather has been so nice, I would have loved to catch some action shots of Carson jumping in the puddles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't so cold the other morning, I would have showed you Carson in his total element, standing on the street corner for 30 minutes just watching the snowplows and dumptrucks.  I don't know how many of you have boys, so I don't know how normal it is, but since he was about 7 months old (when I think he held his first car) he's never let go his love affair with trucks.  Cars.  Trains.  Tractors.  Trucks.  If it has wheels and moves, he's in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to catch them in their sweet moments in the house.  Carson loving up his brother.  When Beckett sees Carson, he breaks into the biggest smile imaginable and is always trying to grab for him.  Carson, in return, loves his brother unconditionally (that's most likely only because Beckett can't take Carson's toys yet) and is always kissing him, wanting to hold him, telling him all the things they will do together when he's older. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the sweetest thing and I love seeing my boys together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S1UAJjlMYHI/AAAAAAAADg8/iQlsKExifhU/s1600-h/mosaic4cd69a992b5ffaf95fb302d74db07ed1ad213e33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S1UAJjlMYHI/AAAAAAAADg8/iQlsKExifhU/s400/mosaic4cd69a992b5ffaf95fb302d74db07ed1ad213e33.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428245090035064946" 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/26051722-6615274827253399182?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/6615274827253399182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=6615274827253399182' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/6615274827253399182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/6615274827253399182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2010/01/going-so-fast.html' title='Going so fast!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S1UAJjlMYHI/AAAAAAAADg8/iQlsKExifhU/s72-c/mosaic4cd69a992b5ffaf95fb302d74db07ed1ad213e33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-5488292670982217358</id><published>2010-01-03T14:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T20:30:21.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty Ten</title><content type='html'>Wow, and in the blink of an eye it was over.  And between you and me, I'm quite happy Christmas 2009 is over.  We had a wonderful time but I'm typically quite happy when life resumes to some sense of normalcy after holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, it's hard to take a picture of two kids together!  But here we are headed out to our New Year's Eve party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S0D1gKK0rRI/AAAAAAAADfs/8PmU0go1m9w/s1600-h/P1150088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S0D1gKK0rRI/AAAAAAAADfs/8PmU0go1m9w/s320/P1150088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422603884188445970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S0D1flbnmlI/AAAAAAAADfk/9XrlomVEZgc/s1600-h/P1150083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S0D1flbnmlI/AAAAAAAADfk/9XrlomVEZgc/s320/P1150083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422603874326780498" 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/26051722-5488292670982217358?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/5488292670982217358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=5488292670982217358' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/5488292670982217358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/5488292670982217358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2010/01/twenty-ten.html' title='Twenty Ten'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/S0D1gKK0rRI/AAAAAAAADfs/8PmU0go1m9w/s72-c/P1150088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-6453387531773848426</id><published>2009-12-29T20:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T20:45:13.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom quote</title><content type='html'>A mom is the one we want when no one else will do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26051722-6453387531773848426?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/6453387531773848426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=6453387531773848426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/6453387531773848426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/6453387531773848426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/12/mom-quote.html' title='Mom quote'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-6672101228601441613</id><published>2009-12-27T11:01:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T10:50:38.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>Was perfect. The week of Christmas, the weather was beautiful! We spent lots of times playing outdoors, toboganning, making crafts, baking, reading, watching Christmas specials and overall, getting excited for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect present from Auntie Erin and Uncle Jan - the sled for Beckett.  He sleeps in it while we go sledding! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Szj6ZzJ6z7I/AAAAAAAADdU/APqaFeY-W7g/s1600-h/P1140729.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Szj6ZzJ6z7I/AAAAAAAADdU/APqaFeY-W7g/s320/P1140729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420357472675876786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Szj6Zs0_uWI/AAAAAAAADdM/TcJgrCBIg3Q/s1600-h/P1140719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Szj6Zs0_uWI/AAAAAAAADdM/TcJgrCBIg3Q/s320/P1140719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420357470977505634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isabelle is in love with Beckett.  Girls and their babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Szj6ZLbUjLI/AAAAAAAADdE/-yN5RBJnCTk/s1600-h/P1140693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Szj6ZLbUjLI/AAAAAAAADdE/-yN5RBJnCTk/s320/P1140693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420357462011448498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doing some Christmas crafts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Szj6Yxp7gsI/AAAAAAAADc8/22TdEBqyGXc/s1600-h/P1140688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Szj6Yxp7gsI/AAAAAAAADc8/22TdEBqyGXc/s320/P1140688.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420357455093400258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Playing outside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Szj6YeNaNhI/AAAAAAAADc0/juyi2aRgzyA/s1600-h/P1140675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Szj6YeNaNhI/AAAAAAAADc0/juyi2aRgzyA/s320/P1140675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420357449873503762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We put out cookies for Santa and carrots for the reindeer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SzofN5ueIdI/AAAAAAAADes/GF07ZhmtSQ4/s1600-h/P1140771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SzofN5ueIdI/AAAAAAAADes/GF07ZhmtSQ4/s320/P1140771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420679425188307410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SzofOPJnRII/AAAAAAAADe0/wwb-OLdIy38/s1600-h/P1140778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SzofOPJnRII/AAAAAAAADe0/wwb-OLdIy38/s320/P1140778.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420679430939296898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas morning came and Carson was quite excited.  All Carson asked for for Christmas was machine trucks, and Santa came through for him.  Honestly, if that's all there was under the tree he'd be happy.  He wasn't totally into opening presents, he would have just played with his bulldozer and backhoe for the whole morning.  But we opened presents and he got lots of wonderful things.  Big hits were boardgames.  We got a fantastic one from Uncle Mark and Auntie Annette that we play a couple times every day.  Beckett slept through the whole thing (maybe because Carson woke up at 6am that morning, so Christmas was said and done by 7am) but when he got up we put his new toy on his highchair and he was quite amused by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Szoa6fUwoWI/AAAAAAAADek/uLf_hyO6I5M/s1600-h/P1140793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Szoa6fUwoWI/AAAAAAAADek/uLf_hyO6I5M/s320/P1140793.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420674693637120354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Szoa55dHAnI/AAAAAAAADec/4iZB5WtlgEs/s1600-h/P1140803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Szoa55dHAnI/AAAAAAAADec/4iZB5WtlgEs/s320/P1140803.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420674683471594098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Szoa5QMl7UI/AAAAAAAADeU/fFXqi3baAl4/s1600-h/P1140828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Szoa5QMl7UI/AAAAAAAADeU/fFXqi3baAl4/s320/P1140828.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420674672396463426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Szoa5KW1MoI/AAAAAAAADeM/s3OINbyVbHM/s1600-h/P1140837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Szoa5KW1MoI/AAAAAAAADeM/s3OINbyVbHM/s320/P1140837.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420674670828794498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Szoa4xdfOGI/AAAAAAAADeE/Z8srsl85TNk/s1600-h/P1140858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Szoa4xdfOGI/AAAAAAAADeE/Z8srsl85TNk/s320/P1140858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420674664145827938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then there was chaos.  We packed up and went to Mom and Ricky's for the afternoon.  The only word I can use to accurately describe it, is CHAOS.  Insanity comes in as a close second though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were cousins.  There were presents.  There was wrapping paper.  There was squealing, jumping, laughing, giggling, ripping and yelling.  It was so insane that I was just randomly shooting pictures.  I didn't even get one of the boys in their "Lil Bro" and "Big Bro" shirts.  Anyways, we had a wonderful Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Szoh04HpqQI/AAAAAAAADfU/NzqSvaRwoAI/s1600-h/P1140893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Szoh04HpqQI/AAAAAAAADfU/NzqSvaRwoAI/s320/P1140893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420682293795203330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Szoh0uYoeeI/AAAAAAAADfM/xqkdnfQZi3k/s1600-h/P1140885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Szoh0uYoeeI/AAAAAAAADfM/xqkdnfQZi3k/s320/P1140885.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420682291182074338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Szoh0dE59RI/AAAAAAAADfE/gcLKE8KdcMo/s1600-h/P1140873.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Szoh0dE59RI/AAAAAAAADfE/gcLKE8KdcMo/s320/P1140873.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420682286535931154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Szoh0CX132I/AAAAAAAADe8/fYjKjsEGtoQ/s1600-h/P1140870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Szoh0CX132I/AAAAAAAADe8/fYjKjsEGtoQ/s320/P1140870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420682279367597922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Szoh1Uf3LSI/AAAAAAAADfc/ECXHoW7brOg/s1600-h/P1140936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Szoh1Uf3LSI/AAAAAAAADfc/ECXHoW7brOg/s320/P1140936.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420682301412945186" 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/26051722-6672101228601441613?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/6672101228601441613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=6672101228601441613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/6672101228601441613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/6672101228601441613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Szj6ZzJ6z7I/AAAAAAAADdU/APqaFeY-W7g/s72-c/P1140729.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-6626731346951419584</id><published>2009-12-22T21:02:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T21:29:25.167-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown to Christmas...</title><content type='html'>All the days are jumbled into what seems like one big long huge amazing day - so I'm going to just put up some more pictures of the craziness that's taken over this household!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Carson's Christmas concert.  As expected, Carson didn't sing with his classmates, but he smiled, rang his bell, did the motions and loved doing it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SzF79u_GGTI/AAAAAAAADbM/g-tuunB0AkE/s1600-h/P1140479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SzF79u_GGTI/AAAAAAAADbM/g-tuunB0AkE/s320/P1140479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418248127218325810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SzF793UkPrI/AAAAAAAADbU/LpR4rFoNZfs/s1600-h/P1140486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SzF793UkPrI/AAAAAAAADbU/LpR4rFoNZfs/s320/P1140486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418248129455865522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SzF_jNL6iOI/AAAAAAAADck/aGXGw-6Xcks/s1600-h/P1140508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SzF_jNL6iOI/AAAAAAAADck/aGXGw-6Xcks/s320/P1140508.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418252069515200738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SzF_ikn0ySI/AAAAAAAADcc/A8-1rIPX6R4/s1600-h/P1140502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SzF_ikn0ySI/AAAAAAAADcc/A8-1rIPX6R4/s320/P1140502.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418252058626410786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SzF7-z-0ohI/AAAAAAAADbs/rDb_HdAN-34/s1600-h/P1140520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SzF7-z-0ohI/AAAAAAAADbs/rDb_HdAN-34/s320/P1140520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418248145739227666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the pictures are just us, doing what we do every day.  We play.  We have fun.  We laugh.  We chase.  We listen.  We watch.  We participate.  We love each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SzGAYu2GO3I/AAAAAAAADcs/nVZWiN2lFqY/s1600-h/Photo+162.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/_OV1LfQqyycs/SzGAYu2GO3I/AAAAAAAADcs/nVZWiN2lFqY/s320/Photo+162.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418252989083564914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SzF-Oy7kI0I/AAAAAAAADcM/nonDqkdJu48/s1600-h/P1140641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SzF-Oy7kI0I/AAAAAAAADcM/nonDqkdJu48/s320/P1140641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418250619358290754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SzF-OgzKsQI/AAAAAAAADcE/nU7s5SRuO2A/s1600-h/P1140264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SzF-OgzKsQI/AAAAAAAADcE/nU7s5SRuO2A/s320/P1140264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418250614491230466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SzF-OVy4B9I/AAAAAAAADb8/47UEoW_mAMo/s1600-h/P1140551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SzF-OVy4B9I/AAAAAAAADb8/47UEoW_mAMo/s320/P1140551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418250611537217490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SzF-ONUkreI/AAAAAAAADb0/pD4IScRYqJU/s1600-h/P1140549.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/_OV1LfQqyycs/SzF-ONUkreI/AAAAAAAADb0/pD4IScRYqJU/s320/P1140549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418250609262636514" 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/26051722-6626731346951419584?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/6626731346951419584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=6626731346951419584' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/6626731346951419584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/6626731346951419584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/12/countdown-to-christmas.html' title='Countdown to Christmas...'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SzF79u_GGTI/AAAAAAAADbM/g-tuunB0AkE/s72-c/P1140479.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-881145347193605380</id><published>2009-12-17T11:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T20:33:19.819-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown to Christmas - Day 1213141516</title><content type='html'>I've totally dropped the ball on this.  Sorry boys.  I wanted to have this Christmas holiday all written down, pictures taken, thoughts explored.  Instead, we've been busy busy busy doing a ton of things, but not exactly what we were "supposed" to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are just a few random pictures from the past few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my sweetheart of a child Beckett, playing in the sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SyrZZFsh0II/AAAAAAAADak/1tg53UDbpSg/s1600-h/P1140407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SyrZZFsh0II/AAAAAAAADak/1tg53UDbpSg/s320/P1140407.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416380526915342466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He can't get enough of the outdoors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SyrZY-iCokI/AAAAAAAADac/nCHXQjy9wa0/s1600-h/P1140328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SyrZY-iCokI/AAAAAAAADac/nCHXQjy9wa0/s320/P1140328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416380524992307778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Making a Christmas craft!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SyrZYijXH8I/AAAAAAAADaU/khS1DWuAb8s/s1600-h/P1140369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SyrZYijXH8I/AAAAAAAADaU/khS1DWuAb8s/s320/P1140369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416380517481652162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SyrZYSH83YI/AAAAAAAADaM/BaLiKLnRPwo/s1600-h/P1140376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SyrZYSH83YI/AAAAAAAADaM/BaLiKLnRPwo/s320/P1140376.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416380513071717762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stealing a marshmallow while making rice krispie squares for his concert tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SyraXPGq3RI/AAAAAAAADas/jE4sU3n_14U/s1600-h/P1140424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SyraXPGq3RI/AAAAAAAADas/jE4sU3n_14U/s320/P1140424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416381594592795922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Licking butter?  Fancy his new haircut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SyraXfNiiUI/AAAAAAAADa0/gHGDoZhaeE0/s1600-h/P1140450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SyraXfNiiUI/AAAAAAAADa0/gHGDoZhaeE0/s320/P1140450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416381598916577602" 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/26051722-881145347193605380?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/881145347193605380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=881145347193605380' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/881145347193605380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/881145347193605380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/12/countdown-to-christmas-day-1213141516.html' title='Countdown to Christmas - Day 1213141516'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SyrZZFsh0II/AAAAAAAADak/1tg53UDbpSg/s72-c/P1140407.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-6126680663971097972</id><published>2009-12-13T16:20:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T20:22:19.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown to Christmas - Day 9, 10 and 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Preface: We aren't exactly following the activities I had laid out.  We're adding some, deleting others.  Doing all this with a baby is sometimes challenging, so I do the things I can on the days they are both cooperative and willing to help a mommy out :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 9 - trip to the library to pick out Christmas books and listen to Christmas stories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't exactly turn out as it should have.  Instead of Christmas books we got digger books (surprise surprise).  And we listened to Christmas stories but the woman reading the stories had her knickers in a knot and kept getting discouraged because the kids were loud, not paying attention, running around, laughing etc... Honestly, what did you think lady? You're reading stories to toddlers!  So that kind of put me in a foul mood so I encouraged Carson to run around some more.  I was sitting out of the circle with Beckett (he was kind of yakking/screeching) because I didn't want to disturb everyone else and she asked me to come sit closer so Carson wouldn't disturb the other kids by doing his own thing.  Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 10 - visit Santa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carson had to be bribed, he's quite leary of all things dressed up (mascots, bears, costumes, clowns, santa clauses - I think he gets it from me, they freak me out).  But offer him a candy cane and he's all yours.  He didn't necessarily smile, but he sat on his knee.  The Santa wasn't super friendly or anything.  Sure he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;said &lt;/span&gt;the right words, but not in a super Santa way.  Beckett, in total Beckett fashion was happy as anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 11 - Breakfast for supper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was supposed to be dessert for supper, supper for dessert.  Instead, we had pancakes for supper and sundaes for dessert.  We invited Auntie Carrie, Uncle Rob and the twins over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annddd as seems to be normal as of late, I didn't take pictures.  I KNOW. What's wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get a picture for Day 12 - decorating the Christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carson put on all his decorations in one spot.  It's so cute. Daddy helped Carson put the star on top of the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are doing the doe-see-doe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SyWSbYCDwsI/AAAAAAAADZc/7-ZcKE7x5pk/s1600-h/P1140332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SyWSbYCDwsI/AAAAAAAADZc/7-ZcKE7x5pk/s320/P1140332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414895125988098754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Helping Daddy put the star on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SyWSbuvt8eI/AAAAAAAADZk/69yBuPgz1dU/s1600-h/P1140338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SyWSbuvt8eI/AAAAAAAADZk/69yBuPgz1dU/s320/P1140338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414895132085187042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quite proud of himself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SyWScMjFT0I/AAAAAAAADZs/G74xNDQpHjs/s1600-h/P1140340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SyWScMjFT0I/AAAAAAAADZs/G74xNDQpHjs/s320/P1140340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414895140085256002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Decorations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SyWScnRhi5I/AAAAAAAADZ0/KpzsrLK7poc/s1600-h/P1140342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SyWScnRhi5I/AAAAAAAADZ0/KpzsrLK7poc/s320/P1140342.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414895147259366290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SyWSdOm1qYI/AAAAAAAADZ8/8EIa8MYaYFw/s1600-h/P1140352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 197px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SyWSdOm1qYI/AAAAAAAADZ8/8EIa8MYaYFw/s320/P1140352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414895157817747842" 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/26051722-6126680663971097972?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/6126680663971097972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=6126680663971097972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/6126680663971097972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/6126680663971097972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/12/countdown-to-christmas-day-9-10-and-11.html' title='Countdown to Christmas - Day 9, 10 and 11'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SyWSbYCDwsI/AAAAAAAADZc/7-ZcKE7x5pk/s72-c/P1140332.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-5851418543129107891</id><published>2009-12-09T14:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T20:57:03.607-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown to Christmas - Day 6, 7 and 8</title><content type='html'>Day 6: Go get our Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so this year we decided to just buy our tree at Ikea instead of cutting it down ourselves, for lots of reasons.  I didn't take pictures as it wasn't as much fun as cutting it down.  But the tree it ready to be put up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 7: Visit Grandma and Nono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys sat on the rug, in front of the fireplace and watched the Christmas Holiday Train go round and round under Grandma and Nono's tree.  Carson could have spent hours doing it.  They have a beautiful tree up.  Beckett loved it too!  Of course, I left our camera at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 8: Make a gingerbread house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty self-explanatory.  Here are some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SyBII1GUQYI/AAAAAAAADYU/PtRukypLk-k/s1600-h/P1140193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SyBII1GUQYI/AAAAAAAADYU/PtRukypLk-k/s320/P1140193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413406068629062018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SyBF5iQh_DI/AAAAAAAADYM/-stQ4kC03ho/s1600-h/P1140179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SyBF5iQh_DI/AAAAAAAADYM/-stQ4kC03ho/s320/P1140179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413403606850337842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a HUGE snowstorm here in Ottawa today!  And Carson couldn't be happier.  He asks to go outside all the time.  I have to admit, it's rather hard to go outside with a 4 month old in this weather, so I kept putting Carson out on the back deck and Beckett and I would watch him from inside!  It worked like magic, Carson was happier than anything to be outside with his dump trucks and tractors.  Then when Daddy got home, he helped him shovel.  Then after Beckett went to bed, Carson and I trekked all the way to the bookmobile and stopped at some hills on the way back.  I'm sure the winter wonderland thrill will wear off at some point, but until then we will be enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SyBIKkzAk3I/AAAAAAAADYs/UlfNpEuJWuc/s1600-h/P1140219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SyBIKkzAk3I/AAAAAAAADYs/UlfNpEuJWuc/s320/P1140219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413406098612851570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SyBIJrVDH6I/AAAAAAAADYk/nKOxPCIm_X4/s1600-h/P1140224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SyBIJrVDH6I/AAAAAAAADYk/nKOxPCIm_X4/s320/P1140224.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413406083186368418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SyBIJSf4poI/AAAAAAAADYc/ayX5l5VabOU/s1600-h/P1140221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SyBIJSf4poI/AAAAAAAADYc/ayX5l5VabOU/s320/P1140221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413406076520932994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SyBU3uJbe5I/AAAAAAAADY8/ak6tLIWOXEw/s1600-h/P1140280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SyBU3uJbe5I/AAAAAAAADY8/ak6tLIWOXEw/s320/P1140280.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413420068356455314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SyBU3Acd4qI/AAAAAAAADY0/0Hw01VQxMkI/s1600-h/P1140255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SyBU3Acd4qI/AAAAAAAADY0/0Hw01VQxMkI/s320/P1140255.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413420056088273570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the B-ray front, we started him on cereal yesterday.  He loves it.  When I first started Carson on cereal he was nowhere as interested as Beckett is.  See for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SyBU5NhczWI/AAAAAAAADZU/7uMlJmuaTYQ/s1600-h/P1140318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SyBU5NhczWI/AAAAAAAADZU/7uMlJmuaTYQ/s320/P1140318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413420093958573410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SyBU4nPkJ4I/AAAAAAAADZM/EYEG9RwMhoU/s1600-h/P1140310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SyBU4nPkJ4I/AAAAAAAADZM/EYEG9RwMhoU/s320/P1140310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413420083683010434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SyBU33XhqII/AAAAAAAADZE/jAIgWmhNie0/s1600-h/P1140296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SyBU33XhqII/AAAAAAAADZE/jAIgWmhNie0/s320/P1140296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413420070831499394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h_WA5qawebg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h_WA5qawebg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26051722-5851418543129107891?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/5851418543129107891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=5851418543129107891' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/5851418543129107891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/5851418543129107891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/12/countdown-to-christmas-day-6-7-and-8.html' title='Countdown to Christmas - Day 6, 7 and 8'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SyBII1GUQYI/AAAAAAAADYU/PtRukypLk-k/s72-c/P1140193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-7609965558479198047</id><published>2009-12-06T07:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T07:39:05.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown to Christmas - Day 5</title><content type='html'>Another fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the day wasn't a failure at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Christmas challenge was though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff and Carson went to the wave pool, while Beckett and I did some Christmas shopping.  So I don't have pictures from any Christmas activity, but I do have cute pictures of the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SxulxztUCkI/AAAAAAAADYA/ss80tdNkcBo/s1600-h/P1140041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SxulxztUCkI/AAAAAAAADYA/ss80tdNkcBo/s320/P1140041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412101652328221250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SxulxnFKNfI/AAAAAAAADX4/XQXqU3owNX8/s1600-h/P1140011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SxulxnFKNfI/AAAAAAAADX4/XQXqU3owNX8/s320/P1140011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412101648938579442" 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/26051722-7609965558479198047?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/7609965558479198047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=7609965558479198047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/7609965558479198047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/7609965558479198047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/12/countdown-to-christmas-day-5.html' title='Countdown to Christmas - Day 5'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SxulxztUCkI/AAAAAAAADYA/ss80tdNkcBo/s72-c/P1140041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-3022050587508664890</id><published>2009-12-04T19:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T20:00:13.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown to Christmas - Day 4</title><content type='html'>Jammy Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nursery school was having jammie day, so I figured it only logical to make it our jammie day too. We had to go to Grandma's for the afternoon, and I didn't want to bring any craft stuff over, so we just stayed in our pjs all day.  Well, I should be sure to mention that I'm in my pjs here, but I got changed and it was only Carson who stayed in them all day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sxmwdn8l2TI/AAAAAAAADXw/g9vqg_CXVy4/s1600-h/P1140046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sxmwdn8l2TI/AAAAAAAADXw/g9vqg_CXVy4/s320/P1140046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411550450248177970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SxmwdSiEH1I/AAAAAAAADXo/3mwVaJjSQVY/s1600-h/P1140049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SxmwdSiEH1I/AAAAAAAADXo/3mwVaJjSQVY/s320/P1140049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411550444499771218" 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/26051722-3022050587508664890?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/3022050587508664890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=3022050587508664890' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/3022050587508664890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/3022050587508664890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/12/countdown-to-christmas-day-4.html' title='Countdown to Christmas - Day 4'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sxmwdn8l2TI/AAAAAAAADXw/g9vqg_CXVy4/s72-c/P1140046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-7580933640952678804</id><published>2009-12-03T20:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T20:03:27.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown to Christmas - Day 3</title><content type='html'>Big FAIL on my part.  We just had so much fun doing other stuff that we didn't get around to it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26051722-7580933640952678804?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/7580933640952678804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=7580933640952678804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/7580933640952678804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/7580933640952678804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/12/countdown-to-christmas-day-3.html' title='Countdown to Christmas - Day 3'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-3768481107787694107</id><published>2009-12-02T14:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T14:46:24.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Challenge</title><content type='html'>I had my original post about the Christmas challenge, but I guess it got deleted somehow.  Now that it's already started I can't really remember what I said about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea came from Andrea over at a &lt;a href="http://www.quietfish.com/notebook/"&gt;peek inside the fishbowl&lt;/a&gt;, who thought up this &lt;a href="http://www.quietfish.com/notebook/?p=5885"&gt;superb idea&lt;/a&gt;!  I thought it was a great idea, to get the kids excited for Christmas, and a good way to introduce the Christmas season to them, not focusing solely on Christmas Day.  I'm sure my ideas will change and evolve as each year goes on and the kids get older, but here it is so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've looked at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://litemochamom.blogspot.com/"&gt;other&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://alittlebitofmomsense.blogspot.com/"&gt;lists&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and borowed some ideas from there too....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 – Celebrate Carson's birthday.  Open up Advent calendar&lt;br /&gt;2 - Write letter to santa and mail it&lt;br /&gt;3- Make a gingerbread house&lt;br /&gt;4 – Make Christmas tree craft&lt;br /&gt;5 – Go get our Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;6- Decorate the Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;7 – Make paper snowflakes and hang them on the window&lt;br /&gt;8 – Invite Nono and Grandma for breakfast&lt;br /&gt;9 – Visit Santa at the mall&lt;br /&gt;10 – PJ day!  Watch Christmas specials &amp;amp; sing songs&lt;br /&gt;11- make a snowman (if there's snow)&lt;br /&gt;12 - listen to Christmas music and dance (Frosty the snowman song and craft)&lt;br /&gt;13 – Do a Christmas craft&lt;br /&gt;14 - Dessert for supper, supper for dessert&lt;br /&gt;15 – Take a bus ride on an adventure!&lt;br /&gt;16 – Bring Snow in the house to play in a bucket. Put some in the freezer, some in the fridge. What happens?&lt;br /&gt;17 – Make a list of 10 things we are thankful for.  Hang it where we can see it on the Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;18 – Have a hot chocolate date&lt;br /&gt;19 - have a snowball fight&lt;br /&gt;20 - Make Christmas treast &amp;amp; have friends over to eat them!&lt;br /&gt;21- Take a drive to see the Christmas lights&lt;br /&gt;22- Play Christmas hide and seek with a Christmas bear! Can you find him?&lt;br /&gt;23- Make Christmas cookies and bring them into Daddy's work&lt;br /&gt;24- Open a Christmas present (Mom and Daddy get to choose which one)&lt;br /&gt;25 - Spend Christmas Day with family and friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26051722-3768481107787694107?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/3768481107787694107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=3768481107787694107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/3768481107787694107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/3768481107787694107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-challenge.html' title='Christmas Challenge'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-9050403319412886353</id><published>2009-12-02T08:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T20:09:45.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown to Christmas - Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Write a letter to Santa Claus&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He dictated, I wrote.  Then, he drew.  We put it in an envelope and mailed it.  He couldn't reach the drop box so I had to lift him up - hence no picture of the actual drop off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SxcO5qICx9I/AAAAAAAADXQ/u0LULmLrhsA/s1600-h/P1130981.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SxcO5qICx9I/AAAAAAAADXQ/u0LULmLrhsA/s320/P1130981.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410809861032298450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SxcO6HcoVCI/AAAAAAAADXY/3rJZIWkLKfs/s1600-h/P1130991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SxcO6HcoVCI/AAAAAAAADXY/3rJZIWkLKfs/s320/P1130991.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410809868903273506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SxcO6k7tn-I/AAAAAAAADXg/KZTmxo_wkHI/s1600-h/P1130993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SxcO6k7tn-I/AAAAAAAADXg/KZTmxo_wkHI/s320/P1130993.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410809876818272226" 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/26051722-9050403319412886353?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/9050403319412886353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=9050403319412886353' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/9050403319412886353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/9050403319412886353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/12/countdown-to-christmas-day-2.html' title='Countdown to Christmas - Day 2'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SxcO5qICx9I/AAAAAAAADXQ/u0LULmLrhsA/s72-c/P1130981.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-4774572733487834695</id><published>2009-12-01T21:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T08:19:45.044-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown to Christmas - Day 1</title><content type='html'>For the whole month of December,  we will be doing something fun related to Christmas.  Today was the start of the advent calendar (AND his birthday, so a very exciting day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, his advent calendar is a chocolate one. A chocolate branded one at that.  But it makes him happy.  And heck, that's the most important thing in my books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SxZo4hmYKZI/AAAAAAAADXI/N32iyBwaDtU/s1600-h/P1130899.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SxZo4hmYKZI/AAAAAAAADXI/N32iyBwaDtU/s320/P1130899.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410627322633529746" 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/26051722-4774572733487834695?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/4774572733487834695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=4774572733487834695' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/4774572733487834695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/4774572733487834695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/12/countdown-to-christmas-day-1.html' title='Countdown to Christmas - Day 1'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SxZo4hmYKZI/AAAAAAAADXI/N32iyBwaDtU/s72-c/P1130899.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-2876083828077543180</id><published>2009-12-01T08:42:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T21:55:37.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's 3 already?</title><content type='html'>Carson.  That's who.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People told me "your kids are going to grow up so quickly".  I didn't believe it.  But, as always, they knew what they were talking about.  It seems like just yesterday I was holding this little itty bitty chubby red-cheeked baby, who was happiest in his mommy's arms.  And this morning, I'm staring at this gorgeus, smiling, funny, sweet as sin, tall, big boy (who is happiest within 2 feet of his mom or dad, unless one of his cousins is around and then he's happiest with them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent a wonderful day together on his birthday.  He woke up to balloons in his room (I peeked in on him in the morning and maybe woke him up, we were just too excited!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SxXMk-D2fhI/AAAAAAAADWo/mwN5V9GumqE/s1600/P1130852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SxXMk-D2fhI/AAAAAAAADWo/mwN5V9GumqE/s320/P1130852.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410455462862028306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we got all dressed up (I let him decide what to wear, can you tell?  He stayed in his jammies till after nap time) and went off to buy a sandbox for inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SxXMlaofwkI/AAAAAAAADWw/u0achuZiTNc/s1600/P1130876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SxXMlaofwkI/AAAAAAAADWw/u0achuZiTNc/s320/P1130876.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410455470531920450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Voila - our birthday present to him, his very own indoor sandbox.  He loves it!  Sure it's messy and leaves rice all over my house, but it's fantastic.  There's nothing he loves more than digging, scooping, dumping, rolling, pushing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SxXMl_EcZHI/AAAAAAAADW4/AEWapVUiz4g/s1600/P1130883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SxXMl_EcZHI/AAAAAAAADW4/AEWapVUiz4g/s320/P1130883.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410455480312816754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a birthday party for him on the weekend.  We had lots of friends, laughing, singing, eating, playing, yelling, spilling, making a mess - everything involved and expected at a 3 year old's party!  It was a blast and Carson had so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SxXV6yvrIXI/AAAAAAAADXA/UbMCExPshVQ/s1600/mosaiccb54376e26bcb81b76e7cfaa9ccb04319d2ef118.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/_OV1LfQqyycs/SxXV6yvrIXI/AAAAAAAADXA/UbMCExPshVQ/s320/mosaiccb54376e26bcb81b76e7cfaa9ccb04319d2ef118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410465733386379634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say, that without a doubt, the last three years of my life have been the best ever.  Carson is the absolute light of my life.  I'm always so happy to see him after we've been apart.  I love how excited he is when we talk about any of our family.  We've taught him that family is the most important thing in life and he's so lucky to be surrounded by so many people that love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been skyping with quite a few people (Grammy, Grandma, Auntie Erin, Miss Pete, Uncle Jan...) and now whenever he sees pictures on my computer he says he wants them to talk to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so proud of the little boy that Jeff and I have raised.  He's sweet.  He's funny.  He's imaginative.  He's smart.  He loves to snuggle.  He loves his treats.  He loves his mommy and daddy and is head over heels in love with his baby brother Beckett.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much more to say about him, but I just don't know how to say it in words.  Carson, you will never understand just how much joy you bring to my life.  You make my life better - you make me want to be a better person and to make your life as best as I possibly can.  Your mommy loves you more than you will ever know.  Thank you for giving me the gift of being your mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26051722-2876083828077543180?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/2876083828077543180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=2876083828077543180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/2876083828077543180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/2876083828077543180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/12/whos-3-already.html' title='Who&apos;s 3 already?'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SxXMk-D2fhI/AAAAAAAADWo/mwN5V9GumqE/s72-c/P1130852.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-2858621051622734866</id><published>2009-11-28T15:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T15:53:54.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SxGN1YzNZsI/AAAAAAAADWY/CnqjZcTfVe8/s1600/mosaicaeed6d2faba21ed90ebc11f31af92325831d2399.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/_OV1LfQqyycs/SxGN1YzNZsI/AAAAAAAADWY/CnqjZcTfVe8/s320/mosaicaeed6d2faba21ed90ebc11f31af92325831d2399.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409260575778498242" 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/26051722-2858621051622734866?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/2858621051622734866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=2858621051622734866' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/2858621051622734866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/2858621051622734866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/11/cute.html' title='Cute'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SxGN1YzNZsI/AAAAAAAADWY/CnqjZcTfVe8/s72-c/mosaicaeed6d2faba21ed90ebc11f31af92325831d2399.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-1420614581100124016</id><published>2009-11-20T09:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T16:08:40.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Roots of Empathy</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was our second Roots of Empathy meeting and I remembered my camera! Here's the big poster board on the first floor of the school right outside the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SwauTrfOXpI/AAAAAAAADWQ/QquezpxKTvo/s1600/P1130461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406200055819296402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SwauTrfOXpI/AAAAAAAADWQ/QquezpxKTvo/s320/P1130461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Beckett on his green carpet looking at the fishbowl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SwatdZvsuqI/AAAAAAAADWI/waQhKFPuj38/s1600/P1130457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406199123343620770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SwatdZvsuqI/AAAAAAAADWI/waQhKFPuj38/s320/P1130457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looking at the kids all around him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SwatdGMU49I/AAAAAAAADWA/vzNNSzUp51A/s1600/P1130456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406199118094984146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SwatdGMU49I/AAAAAAAADWA/vzNNSzUp51A/s320/P1130456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Swatc4gr7iI/AAAAAAAADV4/5O0YnxfJW4Q/s1600/P1130452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406199114422283810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Swatc4gr7iI/AAAAAAAADV4/5O0YnxfJW4Q/s320/P1130452.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SwatcYT53vI/AAAAAAAADVw/eWwSSpTLUww/s1600/P1130451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406199105778736882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SwatcYT53vI/AAAAAAAADVw/eWwSSpTLUww/s320/P1130451.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Linda singing a song to Carson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SwatcPULiGI/AAAAAAAADVo/R6bvXj5q9DA/s1600/P1130448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406199103363975266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SwatcPULiGI/AAAAAAAADVo/R6bvXj5q9DA/s320/P1130448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26051722-1420614581100124016?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/1420614581100124016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=1420614581100124016' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/1420614581100124016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/1420614581100124016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/11/roots-of-empathy.html' title='Roots of Empathy'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SwauTrfOXpI/AAAAAAAADWQ/QquezpxKTvo/s72-c/P1130461.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-1535693798898245327</id><published>2009-11-18T13:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T14:11:56.837-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures pictures pictures</title><content type='html'>Probably Carson's favourite place in the whole world.  A pile of dirt at Auntie Carrie and Uncle Rob's house, he doesn't make it into the house without playing in it first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SwRDE9EQR6I/AAAAAAAADVg/YDbjRSe0l_E/s1600/P1130312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SwRDE9EQR6I/AAAAAAAADVg/YDbjRSe0l_E/s320/P1130312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405519205142382498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One day I snuck in to peek on Carson during his nap and found him asleep in his fort (now a permanent structure in his bedroom, don't think he's ever going to let me take it down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SwRCv-edu4I/AAAAAAAADVY/cPyMxwHcmfY/s1600/P1130305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SwRCv-edu4I/AAAAAAAADVY/cPyMxwHcmfY/s320/P1130305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405518844743498626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saturday morning in the Gallant household!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SwRCvUV4a8I/AAAAAAAADVQ/rcBFFBUV_g0/s1600/P1130326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SwRCvUV4a8I/AAAAAAAADVQ/rcBFFBUV_g0/s320/P1130326.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405518833433209794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beckett making a really weird face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SwRCuyLpOnI/AAAAAAAADVI/873VMPraG9Y/s1600/P1130322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SwRCuyLpOnI/AAAAAAAADVI/873VMPraG9Y/s320/P1130322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405518824263465586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Making the same face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SwRCunL5sQI/AAAAAAAADVA/KSLL7on6L7w/s1600/P1130364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SwRCunL5sQI/AAAAAAAADVA/KSLL7on6L7w/s320/P1130364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405518821311754498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma loves his jowels, so I thought I'd get a snap of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SwRCudYkq9I/AAAAAAAADU4/HGMCU-CtrRk/s1600/P1130373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SwRCudYkq9I/AAAAAAAADU4/HGMCU-CtrRk/s320/P1130373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405518818680548306" 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/26051722-1535693798898245327?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/1535693798898245327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=1535693798898245327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/1535693798898245327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/1535693798898245327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/11/pictures-pictures-pictures.html' title='Pictures pictures pictures'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SwRDE9EQR6I/AAAAAAAADVg/YDbjRSe0l_E/s72-c/P1130312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-2049387853613449660</id><published>2009-11-17T14:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:36:17.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Four months</title><content type='html'>The time is flying by much too quickly.  Every day you do something you didn't do the day before.  You smile, you laugh, you pout (you have the same bottom lip that your brother has, that apparently, comes from your mom), seeing your brother always puts a smile on your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are such a sweet baby, rarely fussing and always happy to be held by any of your numerous admirers.  You do love your mommy though, just like Carson does.  And she loves the both of you more than you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 4 months old, you weigh 14 lbs and 14 oz, and your 24.5 inches tall!  And even though I didn't need reassurance, the doctor says you are perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SwL6_07ujiI/AAAAAAAADUw/YqpbJfE8IdE/s1600/P1130397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SwL6_07ujiI/AAAAAAAADUw/YqpbJfE8IdE/s320/P1130397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405158477245877794" 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/26051722-2049387853613449660?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/2049387853613449660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=2049387853613449660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/2049387853613449660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/2049387853613449660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/11/four-months.html' title='Four months'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SwL6_07ujiI/AAAAAAAADUw/YqpbJfE8IdE/s72-c/P1130397.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-680395012635184955</id><published>2009-11-16T15:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T15:37:58.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Claus parade</title><content type='html'>If I was a good mom and brought my camera last night, you would have seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Carson's face light up when the first firetruck came down the street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Carson back up two steps when Curious George tried to get a high-five (knowing full well Petra would have followed him for the whole parade!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Carson standing smushed between two older boys hanging onto the barricade, his nose just barely reaching the top trying to get a look at the parade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Beckett wrapped up tightly on his mom, fast asleep for the whole parade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Carson standing, waiting so patiently for the parade to start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Carson waving at the trucks, cars, motorcycles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Carson looking at me saying "Mommy did you see that ambulance?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Carson in the back of the car with his legs crossed and hands clasped after the parade talking non stop about what he saw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26051722-680395012635184955?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/680395012635184955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=680395012635184955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/680395012635184955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/680395012635184955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/11/santa-claus-parade.html' title='Santa Claus parade'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-371857571799334413</id><published>2009-11-09T20:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T21:06:48.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We had a super busy weekend, Beckett met lots of new relatives and Carson was reunited with his Grampie, Nana, Auntie Sam, Clayton, Auntie Mean Mean and Gruncle Barry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally I would have snapped pictures of all the fun with the family, the nature walk we went on, shaking the milkweeds to make it snow, playing in the tree fort, going out for breakfast, watching Ethan play hockey...but we were so busy that I forgot to take pictures.  All weekend long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So instead, I took a few pictures of Beckett in his new favourite place - the exercauser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SvjI_V075QI/AAAAAAAADUA/QuNr3vNMJ1k/s1600-h/P1130278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SvjI_V075QI/AAAAAAAADUA/QuNr3vNMJ1k/s320/P1130278.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402288743547397378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SvjI_O5eOMI/AAAAAAAADT4/q6pEzMNZRJs/s1600-h/P1130287.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SvjI_O5eOMI/AAAAAAAADT4/q6pEzMNZRJs/s320/P1130287.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402288741687376066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SvjI-2YeS3I/AAAAAAAADTw/moa-1P1p7zc/s1600-h/P1130285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SvjI-2YeS3I/AAAAAAAADTw/moa-1P1p7zc/s320/P1130285.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402288735106517874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SvjKZAKLAYI/AAAAAAAADUQ/CPjYC7PhpaQ/s1600-h/P1130283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SvjKZAKLAYI/AAAAAAAADUQ/CPjYC7PhpaQ/s320/P1130283.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402290283919114626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SvjKY0sYeiI/AAAAAAAADUI/qf_w0S7Nisc/s1600-h/P1130280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SvjKY0sYeiI/AAAAAAAADUI/qf_w0S7Nisc/s320/P1130280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402290280841378338" 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/26051722-371857571799334413?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/371857571799334413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=371857571799334413' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/371857571799334413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/371857571799334413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-had-super-busy-weekend-beckett-met.html' title=''/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SvjI_V075QI/AAAAAAAADUA/QuNr3vNMJ1k/s72-c/P1130278.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-7582228911360561698</id><published>2009-11-03T21:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T22:09:06.477-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because he's the most adorable 3 month old...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SvDud2v_NLI/AAAAAAAADTg/XCf7U1lTCiY/s1600-h/P1130214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SvDud2v_NLI/AAAAAAAADTg/XCf7U1lTCiY/s320/P1130214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400078149897630898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SvDudoqMwrI/AAAAAAAADTY/9CwL5bu0vQM/s1600-h/P1130207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SvDudoqMwrI/AAAAAAAADTY/9CwL5bu0vQM/s320/P1130207.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400078146115257010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SvDudQ5RQyI/AAAAAAAADTQ/E-b-lGFTd4Q/s1600-h/P1130206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SvDudQ5RQyI/AAAAAAAADTQ/E-b-lGFTd4Q/s320/P1130206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400078139736015650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SvDudAAlISI/AAAAAAAADTI/CnZ4Vkka_OE/s1600-h/P1130205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SvDudAAlISI/AAAAAAAADTI/CnZ4Vkka_OE/s320/P1130205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400078135203275042" 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/26051722-7582228911360561698?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/7582228911360561698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=7582228911360561698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/7582228911360561698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/7582228911360561698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-because-hes-most-adorable-3-month.html' title='Just because he&apos;s the most adorable 3 month old...'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SvDud2v_NLI/AAAAAAAADTg/XCf7U1lTCiY/s72-c/P1130214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-3081703797051072950</id><published>2009-11-02T19:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T19:59:46.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First school pictures</title><content type='html'>How freaking old does he look here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say I'm a tad annoyed - they said to wear solid colours, so I picked out the only solid colour shirt he has.  And all the other kids were wearing tons of colours.  I had so many cuter tops then this one!  It kind of makes him look like he's in a private school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Su9_8l8EpRI/AAAAAAAADSw/g0BkN3hG7NM/s1600-h/P1130182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Su9_8l8EpRI/AAAAAAAADSw/g0BkN3hG7NM/s320/P1130182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399675157193467154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&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/26051722-3081703797051072950?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/3081703797051072950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=3081703797051072950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/3081703797051072950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/3081703797051072950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-school-pictures.html' title='First school pictures'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Su9_8l8EpRI/AAAAAAAADSw/g0BkN3hG7NM/s72-c/P1130182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-2955548132861344116</id><published>2009-11-02T13:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T13:33:47.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween!</title><content type='html'>Halloween this year was fantastic.   Carson got right into and followed Jaeda and Justen from door to door like a seasoned trick or treater.  Their little cousin, Anika, had the same costume as Carson so we got lots of "are they twins".  Not twins.  Just two adorable little two year olds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were all so excited to get out and wouldn't stand still for pictures, so here is the best that I could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Su8ksAr8_-I/AAAAAAAADSg/4h4SE3TLwIA/s1600-h/P1120869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Su8ksAr8_-I/AAAAAAAADSg/4h4SE3TLwIA/s200/P1120869.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399574816757710818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Su8kry7ghtI/AAAAAAAADSY/ED5AokBwCPA/s1600-h/P1120864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Su8kry7ghtI/AAAAAAAADSY/ED5AokBwCPA/s200/P1120864.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399574813064857298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Su8krWt98QI/AAAAAAAADSQ/9uaK0B5DW3c/s1600-h/P1120859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Su8krWt98QI/AAAAAAAADSQ/9uaK0B5DW3c/s200/P1120859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399574805491872002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Su8krLgrLJI/AAAAAAAADSI/EizBlaY_7hE/s1600-h/P1120854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Su8krLgrLJI/AAAAAAAADSI/EizBlaY_7hE/s200/P1120854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399574802483326098" 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/_OV1LfQqyycs/Su8krI-bKrI/AAAAAAAADSA/i4nPM-8h8Ns/s1600-h/P1120847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Su8krI-bKrI/AAAAAAAADSA/i4nPM-8h8Ns/s200/P1120847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399574801802799794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beckett is already the ignored second child.  I didn't even get him a costume!  I knew he'd just sleep in his wrap the whole time so I didn't even bother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about 5-6 houses, Carson got distracted.  He kept going, but it was only because the other kids were doing it.  He would have been happy to just walk the streets and look at all the houses and all the people.  But he trekked on!  The kids lasted for about 20-25 houses and then it got windy.  It got cold.  So we went hom - very successful night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26051722-2955548132861344116?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/2955548132861344116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=2955548132861344116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/2955548132861344116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/2955548132861344116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Su8ksAr8_-I/AAAAAAAADSg/4h4SE3TLwIA/s72-c/P1120869.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-3632323041983746805</id><published>2009-10-30T12:23:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T12:36:58.702-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I am THAT mom</title><content type='html'>You know, the one who hides in the parking lot like the paparazzi trying to take pictures of her kid out trick or treating?  Actually, I was kind of surprised that there were no other moms there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Remember, I'm hiding between cars here so Carson doesn't see me, so they aren't the clearest or best pictures I've ever taken.  And, he's the purple dragon if you couldn't figure it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming out of their school and walking to the first stop:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SusU1sRnhwI/AAAAAAAADQo/ronxVWIuYCY/s1600-h/P1120809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SusU1sRnhwI/AAAAAAAADQo/ronxVWIuYCY/s320/P1120809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398431490984347394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Holding the hand of his favourite teacher.  This is seconds before I thought he caught me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SusU13ZyGMI/AAAAAAAADQw/y20NBu4QqHU/s1600-h/P1120814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SusU13ZyGMI/AAAAAAAADQw/y20NBu4QqHU/s320/P1120814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398431493971384514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking pretty well behaved holding tight to her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SusU2H_yPlI/AAAAAAAADQ4/GVbtwrF5FAE/s1600-h/P1120815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SusU2H_yPlI/AAAAAAAADQ4/GVbtwrF5FAE/s320/P1120815.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398431498425744978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I thought this is when he caught me, but now looking at the picture I realize he's looking at the policeman getting onto his motorcycle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SusU2X0_J8I/AAAAAAAADRA/oMNvziXbQYo/s1600-h/P1120816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SusU2X0_J8I/AAAAAAAADRA/oMNvziXbQYo/s320/P1120816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398431502675421122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the drycleaners asking for candy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SusU2im7WjI/AAAAAAAADRI/cHoAf1gQ_qc/s1600-h/P1120817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SusU2im7WjI/AAAAAAAADRI/cHoAf1gQ_qc/s320/P1120817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398431505569241650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Heading back to class...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SusVLB1gTlI/AAAAAAAADRQ/M9lGK2HEQhg/s1600-h/P1120823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SusVLB1gTlI/AAAAAAAADRQ/M9lGK2HEQhg/s320/P1120823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398431857549266514" 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/26051722-3632323041983746805?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/3632323041983746805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=3632323041983746805' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/3632323041983746805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/3632323041983746805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/10/yes-i-am-that-mom.html' title='Yes, I am THAT mom'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SusU1sRnhwI/AAAAAAAADQo/ronxVWIuYCY/s72-c/P1120809.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-1394053809250128356</id><published>2009-10-30T07:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T07:36:59.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally!</title><content type='html'>I got a laugh out of Mr Serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, Beckett loves to get changed.  When I change him from his sleeper to his clothes or vice versa, he loves it.  And it's how I got his first laugh.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I never claimed any children we have are going to be normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran downstairs and hoped that he was in the laughing mood.  And sure enough, he was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CxAfcM58KsM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CxAfcM58KsM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26051722-1394053809250128356?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/1394053809250128356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=1394053809250128356' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/1394053809250128356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/1394053809250128356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/10/finally.html' title='Finally!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-8650145349476488860</id><published>2009-10-26T14:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T14:57:04.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah blah blah</title><content type='html'>Mr Beckett has been talking alot lately.  Of course anytime I get the camera anywhere near him, he shuts up.  But I just thought I should put up a video of our cute little baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/U0Ob3mwzHxI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/U0Ob3mwzHxI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26051722-8650145349476488860?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/8650145349476488860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=8650145349476488860' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/8650145349476488860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/8650145349476488860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/10/blah-blah-blah.html' title='Blah blah blah'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-4202949579136388410</id><published>2009-10-25T21:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T21:08:41.201-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yikes</title><content type='html'>He's flipping now.  Beckett that is.  Like flipping from front to back.  Today his nap (which should have lasted 3 hours), was cut short and when I went in his room, there he was on his back (yes, remember, I'm a babysleepsontheirstomach type of mom) looking up at me smiling.  Then tonight, he went to sleep (he's always awake when I put him to sleep) and then about 30 minutes later he started to cry, went in his room and again - there he was on his back.  But exhausted, poor little guy just couldn't put himself to sleep.  I picked him up, he fell asleep in my arms in seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Beckett, like Carson, is awake for long spurts of time in his bed.  i hope this whole flipping thing doesn't interfere with his marathon sleeping!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26051722-4202949579136388410?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/4202949579136388410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=4202949579136388410' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/4202949579136388410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/4202949579136388410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/10/yikes.html' title='Yikes'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-6484562451653297567</id><published>2009-10-20T15:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T15:43:45.179-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For the love of reading</title><content type='html'>Anyone who's seen the boys together knows just how much Carson loves Beckett.  He never wants him to sleep, always wants to be right beside him, he doesn't even like it when Beckett is eating.  He just always wants to be with his little brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's (obviously) too young for them to start playing together, but I've somewhat captured on film them having some reading time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I go to get Beckett after his morning nap, Carson always wants to get in bed with him.  And once he's in bed with him, he always wants to read him a book.  It's adorable and totally melts my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/St4RxylagLI/AAAAAAAADOg/mZ3Gcs7H4lE/s1600-h/P1120290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/St4RxylagLI/AAAAAAAADOg/mZ3Gcs7H4lE/s320/P1120290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394768950726394034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/St4RxM4XFnI/AAAAAAAADOY/DIIP8QhPuco/s1600-h/P1120287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/St4RxM4XFnI/AAAAAAAADOY/DIIP8QhPuco/s320/P1120287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394768940605314674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/St4RwYoW48I/AAAAAAAADOQ/dqH3Ny05rzk/s1600-h/P1120286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/St4RwYoW48I/AAAAAAAADOQ/dqH3Ny05rzk/s320/P1120286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394768926579549122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/St4Rv_gkdNI/AAAAAAAADOI/KpDz-pgW2UU/s1600-h/P1120284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/St4Rv_gkdNI/AAAAAAAADOI/KpDz-pgW2UU/s320/P1120284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394768919835997394" 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/26051722-6484562451653297567?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/6484562451653297567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=6484562451653297567' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/6484562451653297567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/6484562451653297567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-love-of-reading.html' title='For the love of reading'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/St4RxylagLI/AAAAAAAADOg/mZ3Gcs7H4lE/s72-c/P1120290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-4608905972805186312</id><published>2009-10-18T15:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T21:16:19.301-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends are the best</title><content type='html'>However they are never long enough, nor can you accomplish all that you want to before it's Sunday night and the kids are in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekends are also best when they are spent in the fresh air with friends and family.  This morning the boys had a great time this morning at Auntie Carrie's.  Mr B-ray just took it all in while Carson was right in there with all the other kids.  Or at least, trailing a little behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=185882281689"&gt;Check it out&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon we made our way to the park, and I of course took my camera.  Carson is used to me taking so many pictures and now even suggests good places to take pictures.  God love his little heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Stu8vVzi2RI/AAAAAAAADNQ/NQvNsORBoOA/s1600-h/P1120171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Stu8vVzi2RI/AAAAAAAADNQ/NQvNsORBoOA/s320/P1120171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394112500199512338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Stu8vnBzYPI/AAAAAAAADNY/H7_v62v7UiI/s1600-h/P1120177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Stu8vnBzYPI/AAAAAAAADNY/H7_v62v7UiI/s320/P1120177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394112504822718706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Stu8wGz5hBI/AAAAAAAADNg/gpjqDx3TeKg/s1600-h/P1120225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Stu8wGz5hBI/AAAAAAAADNg/gpjqDx3TeKg/s320/P1120225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394112513354335250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had to take this picture.  There's a little second hand store that is somewhat on our way to the park.  Carson always asks to go in for "two minutes" and I normally give in.  But it closes early on Sundays .... Carson wasn't happy about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Stu9vRdYCuI/AAAAAAAADN4/arHDla2mdA8/s1600-h/P1120234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Stu9vRdYCuI/AAAAAAAADN4/arHDla2mdA8/s320/P1120234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394113598544415458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Stu8xLHt4CI/AAAAAAAADNw/Jq6BOJkt2Lc/s1600-h/P1120258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Stu8xLHt4CI/AAAAAAAADNw/Jq6BOJkt2Lc/s320/P1120258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394112531691069474" 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/26051722-4608905972805186312?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/4608905972805186312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=4608905972805186312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/4608905972805186312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/4608905972805186312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/10/sunday-mornings-are-best.html' title='Weekends are the best'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Stu8vVzi2RI/AAAAAAAADNQ/NQvNsORBoOA/s72-c/P1120171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-4392447741611433947</id><published>2009-10-17T21:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T21:03:03.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I know we're not supposed to compare children, but...</title><content type='html'>So what do you think?  I think it's just the shape of the face that's different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Stpo-rsiR0I/AAAAAAAADM4/GqqAbh9_A1s/s1600-h/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Stpo-rsiR0I/AAAAAAAADM4/GqqAbh9_A1s/s320/Picture+3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393738929820288834" 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/26051722-4392447741611433947?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/4392447741611433947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=4392447741611433947' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/4392447741611433947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/4392447741611433947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-know-were-not-supposed-to-compare.html' title='I know we&apos;re not supposed to compare children, but...'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Stpo-rsiR0I/AAAAAAAADM4/GqqAbh9_A1s/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-2976546001740202281</id><published>2009-10-15T15:53:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T16:19:48.758-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who's birthday it is today?</title><content type='html'>Beckett is 3 months today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby is adorable.  He's gorgeus.  He's happy (his aunt just mentioned to me today that she doesn't think she's ever heard him cry), he's loved by his bigger brother, he's curious about the world around him, he's juicy and pudgy and roly-poly.  I just love him to bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's also quite serious.  It takes alot to get a smile out of him and we have yet to have him laugh!  Look at the pictures below, one out of 3 isn't bad... but do you see his super serious face?  Yikes - looks like he is seriously unhappy with mommy taking his picture &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all the time&lt;/span&gt;.  Seriously I bet these kids think that my camera has to be attached to my face for 5 hours a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SteCczCsxEI/AAAAAAAADMA/kkaOQPn5km0/s1600-h/Bcollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SteCczCsxEI/AAAAAAAADMA/kkaOQPn5km0/s320/Bcollage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392922510048937026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he's learning his seriousness from his older brother:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SteCxHFDRxI/AAAAAAAADMI/2rBEiM5ve44/s1600-h/P1110995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SteCxHFDRxI/AAAAAAAADMI/2rBEiM5ve44/s320/P1110995.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392922859024893714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But some days, like today, on his birthday, he's all smiles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SteDaGsr_8I/AAAAAAAADMQ/c8EsAlnKOfo/s1600-h/P1120024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SteDaGsr_8I/AAAAAAAADMQ/c8EsAlnKOfo/s320/P1120024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392923563297341378" 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/26051722-2976546001740202281?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/2976546001740202281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=2976546001740202281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/2976546001740202281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/2976546001740202281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/10/guess-whos-birthday-it-is-today.html' title='Guess who&apos;s birthday it is today?'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SteCczCsxEI/AAAAAAAADMA/kkaOQPn5km0/s72-c/Bcollage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-2168676713843254686</id><published>2009-10-13T20:53:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T21:05:34.795-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool days</title><content type='html'>Brrr it's getting cold out there.  But don't worry Grandma, I sure dress them up warmly.  For example, Beckett (whom we lovingly call B-ray these days).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/StUhiy2MKsI/AAAAAAAADLA/3_CkKWE1IDU/s1600-h/P1110943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/StUhiy2MKsI/AAAAAAAADLA/3_CkKWE1IDU/s320/P1110943.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392253010494368450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't worry, it's just not the baby we make sure is warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/StUiPNHzRUI/AAAAAAAADLI/kMB08gKAKCg/s1600-h/P1110664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/StUiPNHzRUI/AAAAAAAADLI/kMB08gKAKCg/s320/P1110664.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392253773461800258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a fantastic long weekend.  The weather was beautiful, we spent it with family and friends in the wonderful outdoors.  Here's proof.  Sorry for the lack of text, I've just been camera crazy lately and I feel a picture is worth a thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If you click on the picture it brings it up bigger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/StUjgcArMrI/AAAAAAAADLQ/tmFJ_OQkUs4/s1600-h/mosaic691c787fcea2ad981e00364d520c82f2cb145363.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/_OV1LfQqyycs/StUjgcArMrI/AAAAAAAADLQ/tmFJ_OQkUs4/s320/mosaic691c787fcea2ad981e00364d520c82f2cb145363.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392255169027846834" 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/26051722-2168676713843254686?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/2168676713843254686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=2168676713843254686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/2168676713843254686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/2168676713843254686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/10/cool-days.html' title='Cool days'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/StUhiy2MKsI/AAAAAAAADLA/3_CkKWE1IDU/s72-c/P1110943.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-541440387742211699</id><published>2009-10-10T21:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T21:28:28.588-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>I'm so thankful... for so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But especially these two:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/StEvo_1QJhI/AAAAAAAADKo/PjQFzqVO_gI/s1600-h/P1110460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/StEvo_1QJhI/AAAAAAAADKo/PjQFzqVO_gI/s320/P1110460.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391142610315257362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some more pictures from Thanksgiving...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/StE0mHQgdoI/AAAAAAAADKw/pJ4kaxP_Fcc/s1600-h/mosaic5303c2fff43b796ce87fad9cd8904e763ea267f8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/StE0mHQgdoI/AAAAAAAADKw/pJ4kaxP_Fcc/s320/mosaic5303c2fff43b796ce87fad9cd8904e763ea267f8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391148058327152258" 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/26051722-541440387742211699?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/541440387742211699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=541440387742211699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/541440387742211699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/541440387742211699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/10/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/StEvo_1QJhI/AAAAAAAADKo/PjQFzqVO_gI/s72-c/P1110460.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-2044746315548976948</id><published>2009-10-10T15:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T15:37:41.244-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Saturday Morning</title><content type='html'>After B's morning nap, we made our way to the O-train.  Carson was so excited we were actually going to get on a train.  We got on and he just stared out the window and pointed out all the things we were passing.  We got off the train, went for lunch and then home again on the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the perfect morning! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/StDh_QhtypI/AAAAAAAADKg/ua28gQZXeCo/s1600-h/mosaic4ad2feb4277e2cb5c0a44b9bd781141e06c5506f-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 193px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/StDh_QhtypI/AAAAAAAADKg/ua28gQZXeCo/s320/mosaic4ad2feb4277e2cb5c0a44b9bd781141e06c5506f-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391057230846872210" 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/26051722-2044746315548976948?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/2044746315548976948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=2044746315548976948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/2044746315548976948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/2044746315548976948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/10/perfect-saturday-morning.html' title='Perfect Saturday Morning'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/StDh_QhtypI/AAAAAAAADKg/ua28gQZXeCo/s72-c/mosaic4ad2feb4277e2cb5c0a44b9bd781141e06c5506f-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-6082578501908255656</id><published>2009-10-10T10:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T10:29:05.385-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/StCYcGpaNZI/AAAAAAAADKY/723bFNowUi4/s1600-h/P1110270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/StCYcGpaNZI/AAAAAAAADKY/723bFNowUi4/s320/P1110270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390976362550539666" 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/26051722-6082578501908255656?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/6082578501908255656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=6082578501908255656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/6082578501908255656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/6082578501908255656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/StCYcGpaNZI/AAAAAAAADKY/723bFNowUi4/s72-c/P1110270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-78671364489581046</id><published>2009-10-08T14:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T14:46:40.832-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful fall day</title><content type='html'>I love this picture of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Ss4y-b_0JiI/AAAAAAAADKQ/GBoWKP8krr8/s1600-h/P1110386.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Ss4y-b_0JiI/AAAAAAAADKQ/GBoWKP8krr8/s320/P1110386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390301852257756706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carson and his rediscovered friend Kailey and Kade along for the ride too.  Beckett was there, but he was on me so I couldn't take pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Ss4y94toUMI/AAAAAAAADKI/qIcUQkXn1SA/s1600-h/collage.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/_OV1LfQqyycs/Ss4y94toUMI/AAAAAAAADKI/qIcUQkXn1SA/s320/collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390301842786242754" 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/26051722-78671364489581046?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/78671364489581046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=78671364489581046' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/78671364489581046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/78671364489581046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/10/beautiful-fall-day.html' title='Beautiful fall day'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Ss4y-b_0JiI/AAAAAAAADKQ/GBoWKP8krr8/s72-c/P1110386.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-8814042280098854915</id><published>2009-10-07T21:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T21:13:37.852-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a few pictures</title><content type='html'>Carson always wants Beckett to be where he is.  I normally indulge him, sometimes much to Beckett's dismay (3 seconds after this picture was taken Beckett started wailing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Ss07tXRhkbI/AAAAAAAADKA/xJpb0eHhCBQ/s1600-h/P1110327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Ss07tXRhkbI/AAAAAAAADKA/xJpb0eHhCBQ/s320/P1110327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390029979560022450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beckett is quite happy that he's being included in family dinners, he loves sitting in his high chair.  No more sitting in the chair and swing on the ground!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Ss07swVcBpI/AAAAAAAADJ4/qpgpKrtozkE/s1600-h/P1110303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Ss07swVcBpI/AAAAAAAADJ4/qpgpKrtozkE/s320/P1110303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390029969107453586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think I forgot something....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Ss07seR6SNI/AAAAAAAADJw/M0ae5Y8LQdU/s1600-h/P1110296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Ss07seR6SNI/AAAAAAAADJw/M0ae5Y8LQdU/s320/P1110296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390029964260821202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking quite pleased with himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Ss07r__lY8I/AAAAAAAADJo/Y_NARhboQQk/s1600-h/P1110293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Ss07r__lY8I/AAAAAAAADJo/Y_NARhboQQk/s320/P1110293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390029956130890690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom makes me go out walking in the cold, but at least she dresses me up nice and warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Ss07rZEMmlI/AAAAAAAADJg/7Mg_VxWcH0o/s1600-h/P1110288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 197px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Ss07rZEMmlI/AAAAAAAADJg/7Mg_VxWcH0o/s320/P1110288.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390029945681254994" 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/26051722-8814042280098854915?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/8814042280098854915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=8814042280098854915' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/8814042280098854915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/8814042280098854915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-few-pictures.html' title='Just a few pictures'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Ss07tXRhkbI/AAAAAAAADKA/xJpb0eHhCBQ/s72-c/P1110327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-1668831647996436906</id><published>2009-10-03T21:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T21:07:50.458-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Carson is SO lucky</title><content type='html'>He's having a sleepover with the twins tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just called Uncle Rob and the kids have been asleep (like deep asleep) for almost an hour.  They all started off on a mattress on the floor in Ethan's room.  After about 3 minutes Isabelle decided she'd had enough.  Then the two boys fell asleep on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was told how Carson just followed them around the whole night, and how Carson was right in there with the both of them keeping up with them every step of the way.  They went to a neighbour's house and Carson was right in there, smiling for pictures, singing, the whole kit and caboodle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rob said that he overheard the kids teaching Carson little things.  Ethan was explaining how they always had to sit on the potty before they leave the house.  Because then you may have an accident  and it's not fun having accidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carson is lucky to have lots of grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins who love him as much as they do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26051722-1668831647996436906?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/1668831647996436906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=1668831647996436906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/1668831647996436906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/1668831647996436906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/10/carson-is-so-lucky.html' title='Carson is SO lucky'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-1617000132379669367</id><published>2009-10-03T15:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T15:10:48.128-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nap time?</title><content type='html'>I put both boys down to nap at 12:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 1 I hear Carson banging on the wall with his feet, I go in to tell him not to wake up his brother.  He tells me he has a poopy bum (poops aren't going as well as pees in the whole potty training thing - although it's important to note the past 4 days he's going diaper free except for sleep times, no matter where we go, and you know us, we are always out).  So I change his bum.  Put him back to bed, snuggle, leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 2:30 I STILL hear him talking.  I go in - he tells me he isn't tired, doesn't want to nap and wants to be with me *sigh* how can I say no to that?  So I bring him into my room.  I turn on Mighty Machines for him to watch while I take a 5 minute shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(by the way, during all this B is still sleeping)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get out of the shower.  And this is what I find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SsehA103D1I/AAAAAAAADJY/HyAJPG5211k/s1600-h/P1110286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SsehA103D1I/AAAAAAAADJY/HyAJPG5211k/s320/P1110286.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388452514992951122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm downstairs, at the computer, in a TOWEL because I didn't want to wake him up. (Ive since snuck in and changed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Both boys are STILL sleeping and it's 3pm).  I wish B's naps were more regular so I would know how much time I had and organize naptime chores around that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my favourite "aunt" sent me this beautiful email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Christy, we have had the roots of empathy program at our school for a few years. I haven't sat in on any classes but I have heard it is a wonderful program and I am sure you will enjoy sharing your darling little boy with the children. Beckett might just change a few people lives by making them more caring, compassionate and better human beings. Enjoy the experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Korkie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And honestly, it made me cry.  I guess I didn't realize exactly what I was getting into, and normally people say that when it's not what they wanted, but I've slowly come to realize over the past few days that it's exactly what I want!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26051722-1617000132379669367?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/1617000132379669367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=1617000132379669367' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/1617000132379669367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/1617000132379669367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/10/nap-time.html' title='Nap time?'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SsehA103D1I/AAAAAAAADJY/HyAJPG5211k/s72-c/P1110286.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-1929380008871121465</id><published>2009-10-02T13:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T13:58:19.485-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My boys</title><content type='html'>Ssshhhh I don't want to jinx it.  My boys decided to treat their mommy today and both take a nap &lt;i&gt;at the same time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SsY8xjYcbeI/AAAAAAAADJI/lQdZ_KzmeG0/s1600-h/P1110263.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SsY8xjYcbeI/AAAAAAAADJI/lQdZ_KzmeG0/s1600-h/P1110263.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SsY8xjYcbeI/AAAAAAAADJI/lQdZ_KzmeG0/s320/P1110263.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388060826204401122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning morning my brother in law's mother came over.  Linda asked Beckett and I to be the Roots of Empathy mom and infant for one of the schools here in Ottawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It sounds like a really wonderful program and Mr B and I are honoured to have been asked.  I hope that there is such a program when Carson and Beckett are in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;It sounds like a really wonderful program and Mr B and I are honoured to have been asked!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Tahoma, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;Roots of Empathy is an evidence-based classroom program that has shown dramatic effect in reducing levels of aggression among schoolchildren by raising social/emotional competence and increasing empathy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana, Tahoma, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana, Tahoma, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;At the heart of the program are a neighbourhood infant and parent who visit the classroom every three weeks over the school year. A trained ROE Instructor coaches students to observe the baby's development and to label the baby's feelings. In this experiential learning, the baby is the "Teacher" and a lever, which the instructor uses to help children identify and reflect on their own feelings and the feelings of others. This "emotional literacy" taught in the program lays the foundation for more safe and caring classrooms, where children are the "Changers". They are more competent in understanding their own feelings and the feelings of others (empathy) and are therefore less likely to physically, psychologically and emotionally hurt each other through bullying and other cruelties. In the ROE program children learn how to challenge cruelty and injustice. Messages of social inclusion and activities that are consensus building contribute to a culture of caring that changes the tone of the classroom. The ROE Instructor also visits before and after each family visit to prepare and reinforce teachings using a specialized lesson plan for each visit. Research results from national and international evaluations of ROE indicate significant reductions in aggression and increases in pro-social behaviour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana, Tahoma, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana, Tahoma, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/26051722-1929380008871121465?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/1929380008871121465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=1929380008871121465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/1929380008871121465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/1929380008871121465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-boys.html' title='My boys'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SsY8xjYcbeI/AAAAAAAADJI/lQdZ_KzmeG0/s72-c/P1110263.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-6274625324683944769</id><published>2009-10-01T21:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T21:31:14.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is BUSY</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia"&gt;If I had more time I would write about....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia"&gt;- how Carson went the whole morning for a 2 hour trip to the park plus lunch at a restaurant in his underwear, normally on longer trips we would always put pull-ups on, way to go Carson!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia"&gt;- how Beckett is STILL sleeping 12 hours through the night&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia"&gt;- how Beckett STILL isn't a great sleeper during the day&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia"&gt;- how Carson is all done at daycare&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia"&gt;- how Carson loves nursery school and randomly talks about kids in his class&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia"&gt;- how Carson ate with chopsticks tonight!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia"&gt;- how happy Carson was that Uncle Mark stayed with us for a few days&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia"&gt;- how Carson got his first movie from his caregiver on his last day, and he watched his first movie today and thought he was in heaven&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Georgia"&gt;I would probably write a little more about each of those, but one of my children is still up (watching hockey with Dad) and I want to go spend a little more time with him before he goes to bed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman; min-height: 15.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26051722-6274625324683944769?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/6274625324683944769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=6274625324683944769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/6274625324683944769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/6274625324683944769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/10/life-is-busy.html' title='Life is BUSY'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-2544472462475445481</id><published>2009-09-23T19:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T19:43:54.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>11 weeks today...</title><content type='html'>And he already rolled over?  Front to back, so the easier of the two but still!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26051722-2544472462475445481?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/2544472462475445481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=2544472462475445481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/2544472462475445481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/2544472462475445481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/09/11-weeks-today.html' title='11 weeks today...'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-1342823105502947793</id><published>2009-09-20T10:19:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T15:00:08.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Fair!</title><content type='html'>We woke up yesterday and decided it was a great day for a fair.  We met Carrie and Rob and the kids and Grandma and Nono were on the way back from the lake so they stopped to meet us for a bit.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carson was such a trooper.  I had Beckett in the wrap so didn't bring a stroller so he was on his feet from about 10 - 2, nonstop.  But he was having so much fun he didn't notice how tired he was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't choose any fewer pictures then this, so here they all are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SrY7vA_i7SI/AAAAAAAADII/OhZYcQ0AUwg/s1600-h/P1100931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SrY7vA_i7SI/AAAAAAAADII/OhZYcQ0AUwg/s320/P1100931.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383556083474427170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SrY7uo3mmbI/AAAAAAAADIA/6g4huzPPrAQ/s1600-h/P1100926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SrY7uo3mmbI/AAAAAAAADIA/6g4huzPPrAQ/s320/P1100926.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383556076998662578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SrY7uD9EBiI/AAAAAAAADH4/0gwMbskNSg0/s1600-h/P1100918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SrY7uD9EBiI/AAAAAAAADH4/0gwMbskNSg0/s320/P1100918.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383556067089450530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SrY7tlziozI/AAAAAAAADHw/SwfxXFzfNM8/s1600-h/P1100904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SrY7tlziozI/AAAAAAAADHw/SwfxXFzfNM8/s320/P1100904.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383556058996450098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SrY7tXSA5mI/AAAAAAAADHo/wVvldZR5Rvk/s1600-h/P1100898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SrY7tXSA5mI/AAAAAAAADHo/wVvldZR5Rvk/s320/P1100898.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383556055097730658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SrY-6IRCeLI/AAAAAAAADIQ/guUioXGId4Q/s1600-h/P1100941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SrY-6IRCeLI/AAAAAAAADIQ/guUioXGId4Q/s320/P1100941.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383559572940290226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SrY-6k0CdQI/AAAAAAAADIY/zReDDIS9OjY/s1600-h/P1100943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SrY-6k0CdQI/AAAAAAAADIY/zReDDIS9OjY/s320/P1100943.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383559580603282690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SrY-7EqyqzI/AAAAAAAADIg/OY8SEi38OUE/s1600-h/P1100945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SrY-7EqyqzI/AAAAAAAADIg/OY8SEi38OUE/s320/P1100945.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383559589154433842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SrY-7aMwWEI/AAAAAAAADIo/FboXrHsGolc/s1600-h/P1100959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SrY-7aMwWEI/AAAAAAAADIo/FboXrHsGolc/s320/P1100959.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383559594934032450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26051722-1342823105502947793?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/1342823105502947793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=1342823105502947793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/1342823105502947793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/1342823105502947793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/09/fall-fair.html' title='Fall Fair!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SrY7vA_i7SI/AAAAAAAADII/OhZYcQ0AUwg/s72-c/P1100931.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-5402885202847040822</id><published>2009-09-20T07:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T07:54:02.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so lucky</title><content type='html'>This is what I get to look at every night before I go to sleep.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SrYXxIhVWsI/AAAAAAAADHg/St-GlSR47Eg/s1600-h/P1100885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SrYXxIhVWsI/AAAAAAAADHg/St-GlSR47Eg/s320/P1100885.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383516537436330690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SrYXwlGe-wI/AAAAAAAADHY/sc4qKVQ03dM/s1600-h/P1100883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SrYXwlGe-wI/AAAAAAAADHY/sc4qKVQ03dM/s320/P1100883.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383516527928474370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26051722-5402885202847040822?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/5402885202847040822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=5402885202847040822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/5402885202847040822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/5402885202847040822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/09/im-so-lucky.html' title='I&apos;m so lucky'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SrYXxIhVWsI/AAAAAAAADHg/St-GlSR47Eg/s72-c/P1100885.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-5241062396511246893</id><published>2009-09-19T17:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T08:07:30.525-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at him!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe how fast time is flying - look at how much older he looks!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SrVRN_9adiI/AAAAAAAADHQ/yZEESHFA6zY/s1600-h/P1100861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383298230540465698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SrVRN_9adiI/AAAAAAAADHQ/yZEESHFA6zY/s320/P1100861.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SrVRNRevOUI/AAAAAAAADHI/BJjXI8CTzk0/s1600-h/P1100880.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383298218063771970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SrVRNRevOUI/AAAAAAAADHI/BJjXI8CTzk0/s320/P1100880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SrVRM6TjACI/AAAAAAAADHA/hiaEw75gMgA/s1600-h/P1100870.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383298211842818082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SrVRM6TjACI/AAAAAAAADHA/hiaEw75gMgA/s320/P1100870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SrVRMQK0crI/AAAAAAAADG4/q8Oni9zrySQ/s1600-h/P1100867.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383298200531923634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SrVRMQK0crI/AAAAAAAADG4/q8Oni9zrySQ/s320/P1100867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26051722-5241062396511246893?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/5241062396511246893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=5241062396511246893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/5241062396511246893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/5241062396511246893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/09/look-at-him.html' title='Look at him!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SrVRN_9adiI/AAAAAAAADHQ/yZEESHFA6zY/s72-c/P1100861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-188197309308788508</id><published>2009-09-14T20:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T20:39:25.662-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 month appointment</title><content type='html'>And he's doing perfectly!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's 13 lbs 8 ounces (holy big boy!!!) - 75th percentile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's 23.5 inches - 50th percentile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's 2 whole pounds more than Carson was at the same age, and almost the exact same length. The bump on his head is basically gone, and other than that everything is A-OK.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the dreaded cries after his shots, he slept.  Then he slept some more.  I had to feed him while he was asleep and then put him down to bed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do needles have to happen right after 2 nights of sleeping through the night?  And when I say sleeping through the night, I mean 8pm till 7am.  Without getting up to nurse.  Yowsa.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26051722-188197309308788508?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/188197309308788508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=188197309308788508' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/188197309308788508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/188197309308788508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/09/2-month-appointment.html' title='2 month appointment'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-3978917158017241123</id><published>2009-09-14T19:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T20:35:45.759-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of nursery school</title><content type='html'>And it went better than I could have expected. Actually, I expected it to go quite well.  He always exceeds my expectations :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had been talking it up for the past week or so, how he was going to be starting school on Monday.  He kept asking to go on a school bus and I said no, not till next year.  Mommy will be driving you to and from school for now.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got him all dressed up (for the two hours before school started, he was running around half naked with his knapsack on) and then off to school we went.  I brought him in, all the teachers started talking to him, let him in the play area and boom.  He was gone.  Without even a goodbye to me.  I just kind of stood there, not knowing what to do.  Do I just leave him?  Will he be scared once he realizes I'm not coming in with him?  I watched him for a while, watched him interact with the other kids.  Watched the teachers talk to him.  And then I picked up Beckett and off we went.  When I came back, they said he was perfect!  There were no tears, he played well, he listened well, he joined in all the activities and was interacting with the other kids.  He ran over to me, told me everything he did, grabbed my hand and went towards his shoes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't have been more proud. I know it's just nursery school, but it reinforced the fact that we made the right decision.  And really, it helped me see that we've made the right choices for him up to now, to become a well rounded little boy who's succeeded in the areas that we feel are important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sq7dAjqwiBI/AAAAAAAADGs/oh3zBO1hOCk/s1600-h/P1100819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381481606398642194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sq7dAjqwiBI/AAAAAAAADGs/oh3zBO1hOCk/s320/P1100819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sq7c_E02JXI/AAAAAAAADGU/2Qb7VkaBzFo/s1600-h/P1100823.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381481580939584882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sq7c_E02JXI/AAAAAAAADGU/2Qb7VkaBzFo/s320/P1100823.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sq7c-lM_YPI/AAAAAAAADGM/AItgfePm8rE/s1600-h/P1100821.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381481572450918642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sq7c-lM_YPI/AAAAAAAADGM/AItgfePm8rE/s320/P1100821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sq7c_ndJYBI/AAAAAAAADGc/Ar3mLHWTokE/s1600-h/P1100826.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381481590235422738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sq7c_ndJYBI/AAAAAAAADGc/Ar3mLHWTokE/s320/P1100826.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sq7dAGEdKeI/AAAAAAAADGk/iwEknejxYNU/s1600-h/P1100842.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381481598453361122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sq7dAGEdKeI/AAAAAAAADGk/iwEknejxYNU/s320/P1100842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26051722-3978917158017241123?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/3978917158017241123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=3978917158017241123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/3978917158017241123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/3978917158017241123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-day-of-nursery-school.html' title='First day of nursery school'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sq7dAjqwiBI/AAAAAAAADGs/oh3zBO1hOCk/s72-c/P1100819.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-559855231405095739</id><published>2009-09-13T06:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T06:26:52.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>I'm lying in bed waiting to hear Beckett.  It's 6:30am and I put him to bed at 8 last night.  And he hasn't woken up since!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26051722-559855231405095739?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/559855231405095739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=559855231405095739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/559855231405095739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/559855231405095739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/09/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-2762914214722282462</id><published>2009-09-10T20:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T20:18:20.657-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Couldn't resist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A good friend of ours took these pictures of my boys at a pool party we went to a few weeks ago.... aren't they gorgeus? I wish I could take pictures like this!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Bryan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sweet baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SqmXCJtYOBI/AAAAAAAADFo/ebh0j0lziac/s1600-h/web-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SqmXCJtYOBI/AAAAAAAADFo/ebh0j0lziac/s320/web-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379997293092550674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My little daring boy!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SqmXBzQp-JI/AAAAAAAADFg/pJK6XBCi6MA/s1600-h/web-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SqmXBzQp-JI/AAAAAAAADFg/pJK6XBCi6MA/s320/web-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379997287066499218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&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/26051722-2762914214722282462?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/2762914214722282462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=2762914214722282462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/2762914214722282462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/2762914214722282462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/09/couldnt-resist.html' title='Couldn&apos;t resist'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SqmXCJtYOBI/AAAAAAAADFo/ebh0j0lziac/s72-c/web-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-4836309481413978856</id><published>2009-09-10T13:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T13:51:01.351-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh?</title><content type='html'>We don't make two meals every night.  We make one meal that we all eat.  We ask that Carson try a bite of everything and if he doesn't like it, he doesn't have to eat it.  Sometimes I give him some extra veggies that I know he will like if what we are serving I know he doesn't like.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two nights ago we had steak, corn, mushrooms and salad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The order he ate his meal (without any prompting whatsoever)?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Salad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mushrooms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Corn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Steak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Made us so very proud (and perhaps a tad confused?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26051722-4836309481413978856?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/4836309481413978856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=4836309481413978856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/4836309481413978856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/4836309481413978856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/09/huh.html' title='Huh?'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-8237379685050510382</id><published>2009-09-09T13:16:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T12:04:04.044-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SqfmzDv9ruI/AAAAAAAADFY/H7pT_z4qSa0/s1600-h/P1100167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SqfmzDv9ruI/AAAAAAAADFY/H7pT_z4qSa0/s320/P1100167.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379522044771544802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sqfmy_9MKaI/AAAAAAAADFQ/6l_ScYzVG9g/s1600-h/P1100378.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sqfmy_9MKaI/AAAAAAAADFQ/6l_ScYzVG9g/s320/P1100378.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379522043753277858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SqfkJBzkVOI/AAAAAAAADFI/cD_PNiEsmQM/s1600-h/P1100316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SqfkJBzkVOI/AAAAAAAADFI/cD_PNiEsmQM/s320/P1100316.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379519123672028386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are back from a wonderful glorious vacation in PEI.  I can't possibly recap our trip as we did so much, but here are a few highlights:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His cousin Petra.  Carson is normally the kid who other kids hug and squeeze (and looks around not knowing what to do) but he was all over Petra.  At one point they were on the couch together, he got hold of her and wouldn't let her go.  She was OK with it at first and then started to cry and Carson had the most angelic look on his face like "I just want to hug her".  It was adorable and of course, I didn't have my camera with me.  But here's just a sample of how much he loves her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The cottage has 3 bedrooms.  One with bunk beds.  Jeff was sleeping on the bottom.  Carson was sleeping on the top.  The first few nights were perfect.  The third night I heard a horrible noise. I knew right away it was Carson falling out of the top bunk.  He cried for 30 seconds - then got into bed with Jeff and went right to sleep.  The next night we put him in Grammy's bed, and he fell out of that too.  Remember - Carson's been sleeping in a queen sized bed for months now and hasn't fallen out of all.  We did some re-arranging and we put him in a bed was in the same position as his at home, and he slept perfectly from then on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He loved the beach.  There was so much to do!  Faces were made in the sand, waves were jumped in, seashells were collected, boats were raced, seaglass was found, skinny dipping was done, rocks were found (and some put in our mouths?).  Every time we went to go somewhere else in the car he would start to walk towards the beach and would complain that he wanted to go there and nowhere else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was fantastic in the car with his Daddy!  They took two days going there and back - they stopped at rest stops to look at trucks, stopped at playgrounds, laughed, sang together, stayed at a hotel together and had a great time together.  I missed them like mad the days we weren't together and was so happy to see them when they got to their destination.  Carson still talks about the bridge going over to PEI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He LOVED his Grammy and Grampy - he wasn't shy at all to start and he loved them more and more every day.  If one of them would leave the cottage he would immediately ask where they went and then proceed to say "I need my Grammy" or "I need my Grampy".  It's too bad they don't live closer, he would be the luckiest boy ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See the rest of our pictures &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/40546536@N02/?changedlayout=1"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26051722-8237379685050510382?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/8237379685050510382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=8237379685050510382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/8237379685050510382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/8237379685050510382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/09/back.html' title='Back!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SqfmzDv9ruI/AAAAAAAADFY/H7pT_z4qSa0/s72-c/P1100167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-8482379483869506877</id><published>2009-08-26T09:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T09:50:11.012-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I have no doubt</title><content type='html'>That we made the right decision.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday we went to the nursery school and totally fell in love.  I loved the owner, she was so bubbly, so nice, her love of kids was obvious and she so believes in their "school".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They have a fairly structured day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SpU66EFddVI/AAAAAAAADFA/uKq5pwJNfYA/s1600-h/day_nursery_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SpU66EFddVI/AAAAAAAADFA/uKq5pwJNfYA/s320/day_nursery_lg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374266499540022610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this will really help Carson get ready for school next year.  Plus, this will allow him to get in the social environment so he doesn't lose those skills.  You should see him at the park now, he goes up to kids to ask to play, he shares all his toys (his diggers and dump trucks, his favourites!) he talks to adults, he's not shy anymore, it's wonderful!  And I think I owe alot of it to his caregiver.  Plus, he will learn skills that will prepare him for the next year.  There's a whole bunch of climbing structures, parachutes, kitchens, puppet stages, sinks etc...it's bright and colourful and just a really welcoming environment.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also - there's a ridiculous waiting list for the daycare centre at the school (300 ppl on the list, only 25 spots) and a similar one for the before and after program at the nursery school.  But if your child goes to the nursery school they are guaranteed a spot in the before and after program the next year.  We wanted him in a centre rather than home daycare once school started so this is a huge bonus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another bonus?  Because he's in the nursery school, we get a free membership to all the mommy and me classes that are available on the alternate days (alternate from nursery school mornings) where I can bring both Beckett and Carson. These classes are normally quite costly, so now we will be able to hang out with other mommies, kids and babies for free!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeff told our caregiver this morning that we would be pulling him out and she got sad.  So did Jeff.  I bawled once he came home.  But like my oh so smart friend Kate said last night, I'm sad because it's a milestone.  My baby is growing up and I'll have the same feelings with each milestone.  I know we made the right decision sending him to nursery school now, just as I have no doubt we made the right decision when we originally found our caregiver and sent him there.  I wouldn't change the way I did it - we even told her that when the time comes for Beckett to go to daycare we will contact her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i see her tonight I know I'll cry because we really did love her as a caregiver for Carson... but he's growing up and his needs are different now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26051722-8482379483869506877?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/8482379483869506877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=8482379483869506877' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/8482379483869506877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/8482379483869506877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-no-doubt.html' title='I have no doubt'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SpU66EFddVI/AAAAAAAADFA/uKq5pwJNfYA/s72-c/day_nursery_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-2414352035918340538</id><published>2009-08-24T08:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T09:00:59.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I have no idea what to do...</title><content type='html'>So, we are thinking of pulling Carson out of daycare and putting him into a nursery school three mornings a week (2.5 hours each).  I think the nursery school will help him get ready for school - he starts next September (I KNOW!) as it is a more structured environment, with more kids, it mimics what school will be like. He's starting school early (he'll only be 3 when he starts) so I'd like to do whatever I can to help him get ready for that.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, he LOVES his daycare.  He loves his caregiver, he loves his friends.  He loves going there.  Lsat night during my 3am nursing I was riddled with fear. I imagined him having to leave his friends, I pictured him crying.  What if he hates the nursery school and just wants to go back to daycare?  How do I know what's right for him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I'm probably making a bigger deal out of this then needs to be, but for some reason it's the thing I choose to stress about this month.  I'm going to see the nursery school tomorrow and to talk to the people who run it.  I figure for the month of September he will go one day a week and stay in daycare (we have to give 3 weeks notice anyways) and I'll see how he likes it.  Then we'll move it up to 3 days and no more daycare if things go well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If there is one word I can use to describe Carson, it's easygoing.  It adapts to change so well, he takes anything that comes his way and comes out the other side smiling.  I am sure he will do the same thing now, but what is a parent for if not to worry and think about every possible scenario for any little decision we have to make?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26051722-2414352035918340538?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/2414352035918340538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=2414352035918340538' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/2414352035918340538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/2414352035918340538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-no-idea-what-to-do.html' title='I have no idea what to do...'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-2934275844515618741</id><published>2009-08-23T21:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T21:19:44.621-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you think?</title><content type='html'>Do they look the same?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SpHqlkdA5SI/AAAAAAAADE4/fg9Px_w2bPg/s1600-h/boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SpHqlkdA5SI/AAAAAAAADE4/fg9Px_w2bPg/s320/boys.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373333761591141666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26051722-2934275844515618741?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/2934275844515618741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=2934275844515618741' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/2934275844515618741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/2934275844515618741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-do-you-think.html' title='What do you think?'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SpHqlkdA5SI/AAAAAAAADE4/fg9Px_w2bPg/s72-c/boys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-5369970478196687127</id><published>2009-08-22T11:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T11:53:10.848-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Carson is a lucky boy</title><content type='html'>My mom was having a sleepover with the twins, so she asked if she could have Carson as well.  I have a brutal cold, Jeff was away for the night, so I smiled and said OK.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then I cried all the way home thinking about what a wonderful, energetic, loving mother I have.  You should see how her grandkids love her, I think grandma comes #1 in her children's families.  You should see her in action - she takes them swimming, teaches them crazy things, she never runs out of energy.  And I was worried about having two kids over night?  She puts me to shame.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, this morning I talked to my mom and Carson.  They spent the afternoon swimming.  After supper with his cousins (where, Carson ate lettuce.  His face showed complete and utter disgust, but he ate it) they went for a big walk around the neighbourhood which Carson LOVES to do because their is construction galore so he sees all his favourite machines.  Then they went skinny dipping (well, except Grandma) for an hour and saw the stars and planes all lit up.  Then they went to bed.  Probably the latest Carson has ever been to bed, but I'm sure when I ask him, he will say it was worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SpAT3giF_0I/AAAAAAAADEw/rEYXs_CiQt4/s1600-h/P1100134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 255px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SpAT3giF_0I/AAAAAAAADEw/rEYXs_CiQt4/s320/P1100134.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372816199799668546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SpAT3IKUrqI/AAAAAAAADEo/eFTbOchYp74/s1600-h/P1100130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 255px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SpAT3IKUrqI/AAAAAAAADEo/eFTbOchYp74/s320/P1100130.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372816193257516706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SpAT2usAgrI/AAAAAAAADEg/HokWhwDt05k/s1600-h/P1100125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 255px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SpAT2usAgrI/AAAAAAAADEg/HokWhwDt05k/s320/P1100125.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372816186419479218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SpAT2LMZ7DI/AAAAAAAADEY/_mAP2o9lR4M/s1600-h/P1100114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SpAT2LMZ7DI/AAAAAAAADEY/_mAP2o9lR4M/s320/P1100114.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372816176891685938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SpAT15acuqI/AAAAAAAADEQ/qNIfCEPvH5Q/s1600-h/P1100103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 255px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SpAT15acuqI/AAAAAAAADEQ/qNIfCEPvH5Q/s320/P1100103.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372816172118751906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26051722-5369970478196687127?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/5369970478196687127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=5369970478196687127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/5369970478196687127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/5369970478196687127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/08/carson-is-lucky-boy.html' title='Carson is a lucky boy'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SpAT3giF_0I/AAAAAAAADEw/rEYXs_CiQt4/s72-c/P1100134.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-4501461228040541383</id><published>2009-08-21T16:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T16:49:58.209-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazed</title><content type='html'>I'm absolutely amazed at Carson's fearlessness in the pool.  He's jumping off the side into the water all by himself.  He's swimming all around, jumping onto the "boats" jumping off our knees and just an incredible little boy in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching from a distance, I have a nasty cold and Grandma is in the pool with 3 of her 7 grandchildren having the time of their lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26051722-4501461228040541383?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/4501461228040541383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=4501461228040541383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/4501461228040541383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/4501461228040541383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/08/amazed.html' title='Amazed'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-5519030135463022662</id><published>2009-08-21T08:09:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T08:34:01.399-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He just wants to party!</title><content type='html'>Beckett is simply too social.  During the day he likes to be awake.  He likes to see who's around, what's going on, likes to look out and about and apparently doesn't want to waste any time sleeping.  At least he sleeps at night - well, between feeds he goes right back to bed, he just likes to eat alot.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually, that boy could nurse all day long.  I'm not even exaggerating.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At this age Carson wouldn't be able to stay awake longer than an hour, and Beckett can go up to 8 hours without sleeping - it's craziness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, he loves to be on his mommy, so my house is rather disasterous these days as I'm not able to get much done while wearing my youngest son.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Usually I've been bringing him downstairs with me when I get up in the morning, but today I left him upstairs (in my bed, on his stomach, ssshhh don't tell the children's aid society!) and he's still sleeping an hour and a half later.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My best friend's mom told me once that sleep begets sleep.  And it's true, the more he doesn't sleep, the  more he doesn't sleep.  And the more he sleeps?  That's right, the more he sleeps!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's filled out quite a bit (told you he likes to eat!) and has lost that newborn look (well, I think so at least).  He's getting to be quite a handsome little devil.  When I found out I was having another boy, my Auntie Korkie told me I had perfected the boy recipe with Carson so that's why I had to have another.  And between you and me?  I think I make pretty gorgeus little boys.  See for yourself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/So6RgJKzTLI/AAAAAAAADEA/hhyPaxmbn1g/s1600-h/P1100080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/So6RgJKzTLI/AAAAAAAADEA/hhyPaxmbn1g/s320/P1100080.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372391386902645938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/So6RfrNuAWI/AAAAAAAADD4/BHv4jO7oLrA/s1600-h/P1100085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/So6RfrNuAWI/AAAAAAAADD4/BHv4jO7oLrA/s320/P1100085.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372391378861818210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/So6TL8NubAI/AAAAAAAADEI/P8MpEUyWW9c/s1600-h/P1100019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/So6TL8NubAI/AAAAAAAADEI/P8MpEUyWW9c/s320/P1100019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372393238851120130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26051722-5519030135463022662?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/5519030135463022662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=5519030135463022662' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/5519030135463022662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/5519030135463022662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/08/he-just-wants-to-party.html' title='He just wants to party!'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/So6RgJKzTLI/AAAAAAAADEA/hhyPaxmbn1g/s72-c/P1100080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-142164813146507024</id><published>2009-08-14T08:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T08:28:30.317-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing up a storm</title><content type='html'>Carson has been singing lately.  Alot.  He repeats all the words in songs that are playing on the radio or on "his music".&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yesterday, thanks to his dad, he sang "I like that boom boom pow" the whole day.  Just like his mommy - he loves his black eyed peas!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26051722-142164813146507024?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/142164813146507024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=142164813146507024' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/142164813146507024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/142164813146507024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/08/singing-up-storm.html' title='Singing up a storm'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-447896259606258237</id><published>2009-08-10T13:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T13:23:36.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to show off</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SoBUAIQ2WqI/AAAAAAAADDo/xQClnoZTEpA/s1600-h/Carson1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SoBUAIQ2WqI/AAAAAAAADDo/xQClnoZTEpA/s320/Carson1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368383117020519074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26051722-447896259606258237?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/447896259606258237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=447896259606258237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/447896259606258237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/447896259606258237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-need-to-show-off.html' title='I need to show off'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SoBUAIQ2WqI/AAAAAAAADDo/xQClnoZTEpA/s72-c/Carson1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-1404574134722171861</id><published>2009-08-08T08:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T08:29:22.062-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So you wanted pictures?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Beckett and I spent the day with my mom, getting ready for her 8 day kayaking trip!  Then I picked up Carson and Carrie came over with the twins and we played in the pool and had a BBQ.  It's so much fun that Carson plays completely with the twins now and I don't have to run after him keeping an eye on him.  He's just one of the kids now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's mom with Carson.  Carson insists on having a towel big enough to cover his toes when he gets out of the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sn1syZog-dI/AAAAAAAADDY/dEFAnjT98R0/s1600-h/P1090986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 177px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sn1syZog-dI/AAAAAAAADDY/dEFAnjT98R0/s320/P1090986.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367565944025577938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma and Nono giving Beckett some loving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sn1syBvV6EI/AAAAAAAADDQ/i0Htn7vKqhA/s1600-h/P1090976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 177px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sn1syBvV6EI/AAAAAAAADDQ/i0Htn7vKqhA/s320/P1090976.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367565937611761730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beckett contemplating life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sn1sxzYkuOI/AAAAAAAADDI/fYdn5lt9t9E/s1600-h/P1090940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 177px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sn1sxzYkuOI/AAAAAAAADDI/fYdn5lt9t9E/s320/P1090940.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367565933758167266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beckett watching his mobile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sn1sxu2yrpI/AAAAAAAADDA/yOJI79HWvSI/s1600-h/P1090953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 177px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sn1sxu2yrpI/AAAAAAAADDA/yOJI79HWvSI/s320/P1090953.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367565932542733970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just hanging out in the swing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sn1sxdpKq1I/AAAAAAAADC4/Swh5337U5uQ/s1600-h/P1090915.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 177px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sn1sxdpKq1I/AAAAAAAADC4/Swh5337U5uQ/s320/P1090915.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367565927922182994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sn1vKim1DfI/AAAAAAAADDg/3f5SNLyfORA/s1600-h/P1090991.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sn1vKim1DfI/AAAAAAAADDg/3f5SNLyfORA/s320/P1090991.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367568557774540274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26051722-1404574134722171861?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/1404574134722171861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=1404574134722171861' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/1404574134722171861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/1404574134722171861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-you-wanted-pictures.html' title='So you wanted pictures?'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sn1syZog-dI/AAAAAAAADDY/dEFAnjT98R0/s72-c/P1090986.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-8889397216587345259</id><published>2009-08-04T13:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T13:43:11.969-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I just want to eat him</title><content type='html'>Seriously.  I could stare at Beckett every minute of every day.  He's freaking adorable.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the fact that he goes from a dead pan serious face to a smile and then back to the serious face in a matter of seconds.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love when he stretches when he wakes up or after he's done feeding, his hands go way up in the air and he lifts his chin up and sticks his bottom lip in.  I just want to nibble on him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love how he lies down on Carson's pillow and listens so intently when I read Carson a good night story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love how he opens his mouth so wide when he's looking around at his surroundings, like he wants to taste the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love how he grabs my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love how he loves his bath - the first few times he would scream the whole time and now he just sits there calmly and loves as I wash his body and hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love how he smells.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love how he still brings his legs up when he's lying on my chest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just adore that kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26051722-8889397216587345259?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/8889397216587345259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=8889397216587345259' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/8889397216587345259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/8889397216587345259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-just-want-to-eat-him.html' title='I just want to eat him'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-4722764741316707121</id><published>2009-08-01T21:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T21:17:13.801-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer weather</title><content type='html'>We finally were reminded that it was summer today.  We spent the morning at the beach with Uncle Sean, ZiaNadia and Sofia and even had a picnic!  Beckett slept and ate the whole time.  It was getting harder and harder to find shade as the day wore on, so after lunch we headed home for nap time.  After naps (well, Mommy had a nap, I think the boys tried to nap but weren't too successful) we headed back out to Grandma and Nono's pool (even though they weren't there) for some swimming and dinner.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carson and Sofia in the water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SnToImaCiFI/AAAAAAAADCw/qguUQZjEO_k/s1600-h/P1090901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SnToImaCiFI/AAAAAAAADCw/qguUQZjEO_k/s320/P1090901.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365168290551466066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carson catching the ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SnToIB3D0AI/AAAAAAAADCo/caJWlu2Ch9Y/s1600-h/P1090894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SnToIB3D0AI/AAAAAAAADCo/caJWlu2Ch9Y/s320/P1090894.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365168280741072898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carson and Dad horsing around in the water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SnToHzSG5yI/AAAAAAAADCg/9wyjRcXS5dQ/s1600-h/P1090862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SnToHzSG5yI/AAAAAAAADCg/9wyjRcXS5dQ/s320/P1090862.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365168276827989794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sofia showing off her lack of a front tooth (she fell at the playground and lost her front tooth last week!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SnToHskLidI/AAAAAAAADCY/aweTt8_JOHA/s1600-h/P1090840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SnToHskLidI/AAAAAAAADCY/aweTt8_JOHA/s320/P1090840.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365168275024742866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eating some lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SnToHH-shrI/AAAAAAAADCQ/tfmcLhgZTU0/s1600-h/P1090838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SnToHH-shrI/AAAAAAAADCQ/tfmcLhgZTU0/s320/P1090838.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365168265203844786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26051722-4722764741316707121?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/4722764741316707121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=4722764741316707121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/4722764741316707121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/4722764741316707121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-weather.html' title='Summer weather'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SnToImaCiFI/AAAAAAAADCw/qguUQZjEO_k/s72-c/P1090901.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-7867452496513617519</id><published>2009-07-31T09:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T09:34:25.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The title says it all</title><content type='html'>I really and truly am loving every minute of it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beckett is such a sweet little baby.  I know it's only been two weeks, but if this is any indication of his personality, then we do have a Carson number two.  He sleeps, he eats, when he's awake he's just looking around at all of us, he's great sleeping at night too (most often only wakes up twice to feed and then goes right back to bed).  He's starting to like his baths more (except he doesn't like so much to get out).  He's fussy right before bedtime, where he has this heart wrenching cry (in between wails it's like he has asthma and he wheezes), but then after he has a bite to eat he drifts off into dream land.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Carson.  Well even as I think about him my eyes well up with tears.  He's SUCH a good little boy.  He loves his little brother so much.  He asks about him first thing when he wakes up.  When we are out walking or at the park, anyone who comes within talking distance Carson tells them about his little brother.  If Beckett starts to cry Carson runs to his side, pats him and says "it's ok Beckett, mommy is coming".  His face gets full of worry is Beckett isn't happy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've taken the boys out places on my own and it's not even close to what I was picturing.  I was wondering how to handle it all.  But it's really easy when you have two good little boys like I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We booked our trip to PEI - Beckett and I are flying on August 27th and my other two guys are driving.  The plan is for them to drive it in one day.  We made it back in one day last year and Carson was just perfect, so we are hoping for the same this year.  We are going to borrow a DVD player to keep Carson entertained when he gets bored of just looking out the window and listening to music.  All 4 of us were going to drive, but if you figure in all the feedings and stops we would have to make with a 6 week old, we thought it would probably take us two days and then that cuts into our vacation time, so we booked mine and Beckett's flight on airmiles and we'll just meet the other half of our family there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so excited for Carson to see his family, to see the beach again and to experience cottage life!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26051722-7867452496513617519?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/7867452496513617519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=7867452496513617519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/7867452496513617519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/7867452496513617519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/07/title-says-it-all.html' title='The title says it all'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-7694977291952101208</id><published>2009-07-30T08:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T08:31:26.077-04:00</updated><title type='text'>4 years and two adorable boys later...</title><content type='html'>It's our wedding anniversary today!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here's what we have to show for it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SnGRB1WIJnI/AAAAAAAADCI/6XUfWMDmVpI/s1600-h/P1090828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SnGRB1WIJnI/AAAAAAAADCI/6XUfWMDmVpI/s320/P1090828.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364228091860756082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SnGRBl8kYhI/AAAAAAAADCA/U3Z8lqoFRtI/s1600-h/P1090825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SnGRBl8kYhI/AAAAAAAADCA/U3Z8lqoFRtI/s320/P1090825.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364228087727022610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26051722-7694977291952101208?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/7694977291952101208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=7694977291952101208' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/7694977291952101208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/7694977291952101208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/07/4-years-and-two-adorable-boys-later.html' title='4 years and two adorable boys later...'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/SnGRB1WIJnI/AAAAAAAADCI/6XUfWMDmVpI/s72-c/P1090828.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-8888541920418767281</id><published>2009-07-28T14:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T09:06:28.605-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's fine</title><content type='html'>Apparently the hematoma was expected to get bigger before it got smaller, so it's all good :)  He's almost back up to his birth weight so that's nice to know too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26051722-8888541920418767281?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/8888541920418767281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=8888541920418767281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/8888541920418767281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/8888541920418767281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-fine.html' title='It&apos;s fine'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26051722.post-3047972287072714145</id><published>2009-07-27T09:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T09:56:39.018-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor's....</title><content type='html'>Headed to the doctor's now, he wants to check out the hematoma on his little noggin.  Now I'm wondering if all the extra sleep is a result of it or something?  See, this is what happens when it's pouring rain outside so I can't get out and walk, I sit at home and think about all the possibilities...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26051722-3047972287072714145?l=parentstobe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/feeds/3047972287072714145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26051722&amp;postID=3047972287072714145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/3047972287072714145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26051722/posts/default/3047972287072714145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://parentstobe.blogspot.com/2009/07/doctors.html' title='Doctor&apos;s....'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04856667594694122377</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OV1LfQqyycs/Sjji5xSXP5I/AAAAAAAAC7k/rwWj_q9mc8s/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
