<?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-3030920781396601723</id><updated>2011-07-28T18:33:52.825-04:00</updated><category term='thirty-one'/><category term='shoes'/><category term='tubes'/><category term='underwear'/><category term='paint'/><category term='mama M'/><category term='Footloose'/><category term='walking'/><category term='challenge'/><category term='Tinkerbell'/><category term='Dracula in love'/><category term='Connecticut Children&apos;s Medical Center'/><category term='blush'/><category term='Princess'/><category term='books'/><category term='Hartford Belle'/><category term='audiologist'/><category term='double uvula'/><category term='jacket'/><category term='baby loss awareness day'/><category term='blog'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='The Little Gym'/><category term='surgery'/><category term='Dopey'/><category term='snoogle'/><category term='Mickey Mouse'/><category term='iPhone'/><category term='Lovebug'/><category term='CCMC'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='she&apos;s gone country'/><category term='diva'/><category term='bowling'/><category term='miscarriage'/><category term='5Qf'/><category term='Jen Tufford'/><category term='potty training'/><category term='Minnie Mouse'/><category term='the recissionistas'/><category term='Disney'/><category term='Sleepy'/><title type='text'>Lovebug and Princess</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344511588193857743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SsAQ8lsle_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/yESJeDjI4ck/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030920781396601723.post-3750519509067116320</id><published>2011-03-27T20:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T20:45:45.931-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><title type='text'>Blog Challenge</title><content type='html'>Since I'm doing a 30 Day Picture Challenge on Facebook, I thought I'd also do a Blog Challenge on here. Maybe I can reinvigorate my blog since I tend to go through spurts of keeping up with it. I got the idea from my friend Mary, you can read her blog here &lt;a href="http://heissy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jack in the Blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how it works. Every day, you blog about a specific topic. The  list below, indicates the blogs I'll be writing on their corresponding  days. I'll try to keep up with this the best I can, I can't get on everyday so I may skip a day here and there. Hopefully I'll start tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Intro about me (as my life is now). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The explanation for this blog, and its title. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A recent photo of me, and explanation of why I picked that photo. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My family explored. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My friends explained. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My saddest memory. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My happiest memory. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Life's biggest challenge so far. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A book that has had an impact on my life. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My hopes for this new year. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Something I've lost that I really miss. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My favorite trait about myself. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My least favorite trait about myself. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My favorite color, and why. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What would I do with a million dollars? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My favorite season, and why. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The hardest thing about being a mom. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The best thing about being a mom. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What I watched on TV the night before. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The charity/foundation that means the most to me, and why. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What I think the meaning of my life is (so far). &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My favorite cartoon as a child. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My thoughts on religion and God. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My favorite piece of art. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A song that makes me cry. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Something that always makes me smile. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My favorite vacation. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I had 3 wishes... &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A picture of something that makes me happy. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My goals for the future.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030920781396601723-3750519509067116320?l=lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/3750519509067116320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3030920781396601723&amp;postID=3750519509067116320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/3750519509067116320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/3750519509067116320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/2011/03/blog-challenge.html' title='Blog Challenge'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344511588193857743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SsAQ8lsle_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/yESJeDjI4ck/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030920781396601723.post-6788895668563889618</id><published>2010-10-09T15:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T15:35:28.054-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Question Friday</title><content type='html'>Wow, I've really been neglecting my blog. Life has just gotten away from me I guess. I think about writing but then I feel like I have to be all creative and witty and sometimes I'm just too tired to do that so I wait and then never get around to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://fivecrookedhalos.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" title="Five Question Friday"&gt;&lt;img border="0" img="" src="http://i607.photobucket.com/albums/tt155/fivecrookedhalos/th_w6r0jk.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here goes with Five Question Friday and maybe I'll try to add more to my blog soon.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What do you listen to while driving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;It depends on when it is. If it's during the week and I'm by myself in the car then it's typically tuned to 96.5 WTIC FM. If it's the weekend and I'm by myself in the car or if Hubby is with me then we listen to Sirius 8 (80's music). If the kids are in the car with me then we're listening to one of their CD's, either The Wiggles, a kids CD that I have or lately a Disney CD that Hubby bought for them. And then of course there's always all the talking that they do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What is your least favorite thing about Fall?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hmmmm, I think that it's starting to get cold out. You have to wear your jacket out. You have to wear socks and shoes. I just don't like it! It's so much easier to get out of the house in the summer when you don't have to worry about a jacket and you can just slip on sandals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What does your dream house look like, inside and out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I think I live in my dream house now. We moved in in February and it's really EXACTLY what we were looking for. We have an open floor plan (kitchen, eating area and living room all together), there's a room for the kids "toy room", we have a separate dining room (which is still in need of major help), we have a spare bedroom, Hubby has his own office. We have a lot of acreage for the kids to run and play. Yup, it's perfect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Would you ever own a minivan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Would I ever own a minivan? Absolutely NOT!! Just kidding!! I am a proud minivan driver. We bought it when Lovebug was only a month old and I love it! I do miss my Jeeps though that I had before but I still love my minivan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Do you wash new clothes before wearing them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Yup! I just think it's better. There has been occasion where that hasn't happened if we need the article of clothing immediately for something but 9 times out of 10, make that 9.75 times out of 10, they get washed first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030920781396601723-6788895668563889618?l=lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/6788895668563889618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3030920781396601723&amp;postID=6788895668563889618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/6788895668563889618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/6788895668563889618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/2010/10/five-question-friday.html' title='Five Question Friday'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344511588193857743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SsAQ8lsle_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/yESJeDjI4ck/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030920781396601723.post-2192180494697900129</id><published>2010-08-13T22:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T22:12:15.466-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tinkerbell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mama M'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleepy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Footloose'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dopey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5Qf'/><title type='text'>Friday the 13th Five Question Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://fivecrookedhalos.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" title="Five Question Friday"&gt;&lt;img border="0" img="" src="http://i607.photobucket.com/albums/tt155/fivecrookedhalos/th_w6r0jk.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Have you ever visited another country?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Yes, I've been to Canada to Niagra Falls although that was a REALLY long time ago and I really don't remember it very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I've been to Mexico on my honeymoon. We went on a cruise so it was really just a quick visit 1 day in Ensenada and that was it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I went to Scotland for work a few years ago for a couple of days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I think that's it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Where is the strangest place you have ever been?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The strangest place I've ever been? Hmmmm....I'm going to go answer the other questions and come back to this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;And I'm back from answering the other questions. I still haven't thought of anywhere strange that I've been.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I give up. I give up. Uncle, Uncle! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;3. What is your favorite season?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I think spring. It's just starting to get warm out and since you've just come off of the freezing cold temperatures the weather just feels warmer. Everything is in bloom (ok, don't like the allergies part though), but the trees and grass and flowers are coming back to life. Maybe late spring is better when everything has bloomed. Really, I'll take any sunny and 70 day regardless of what season it comes in, LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I like winter because of Christmas but I could do without the snow. Unless of course I have no where to go and then it doesn't bother me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I like fall too when all the leaves are such beautiful colors and you get the nice crisp nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;But spring, I'd definitely have to say is my favorite out of all of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I love living in New England where we truly do get to enjoy all 4 seasons too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What one song will always cheer you up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Anything my kids sing to me cheers me up, hearing their sweet voices singing what they think are the words will always put a smile on my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; I think there are a lot of songs that will cheer me up or even just make me smile. I was searching for songs online (see #5 for my dopiness) since I can't remember one. And I decided on &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nwBbMXYDsXw"&gt;Footloose&lt;/a&gt;. Love the move and love the song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What Disney character do you resemble most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;If we're not talking looks, this week I'd say Sleepy &amp;amp; Dopey. I've been so extremely tired this week but yet I don't manage to get myself to bed at a reasonable hour. And dopey like crazy this week (probably from lack of sleep), I was typing things wrong at work and just couldn't remember things. I sent an email to someone, meant to write "roll" but instead wrote "role", I do know the difference. Just dumb stuff like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;As for looks wise, hmmm, I honestly can't think of one. I just tried asking hubby, his answers were first Pluto because as he said "I have no idea", then he threw out Minnie Mouse. Apparently he's not help with this question.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;How about I say that Princess resembles Tinkerbell the most and that also happens to be her absolute favorite right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/TGX5a4SQMnI/AAAAAAAAAKI/1BfHCV_eTCU/s1600/tinkerbell-pixie-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/TGX5a4SQMnI/AAAAAAAAAKI/1BfHCV_eTCU/s320/tinkerbell-pixie-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030920781396601723-2192180494697900129?l=lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/2192180494697900129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3030920781396601723&amp;postID=2192180494697900129' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/2192180494697900129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/2192180494697900129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/2010/08/friday-13th-five-question-friday.html' title='Friday the 13th Five Question Friday'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344511588193857743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SsAQ8lsle_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/yESJeDjI4ck/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/TGX5a4SQMnI/AAAAAAAAAKI/1BfHCV_eTCU/s72-c/tinkerbell-pixie-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030920781396601723.post-1136807552814521741</id><published>2010-08-13T21:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T21:16:42.571-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dracula in love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='she&apos;s gone country'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the recissionistas'/><title type='text'>Some awesome book giveaways</title><content type='html'>Hubby's cousin has a book blog and gets some great book giveaways, she currently has 3 going on. Hop over to her blog to check them out.&lt;a href="http://becksbookpicks.blogspot.com/"&gt; Beck's Book Picks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://becksbookpicks.blogspot.com/2010/08/giveaway-dracula-in-love-by-karen-essex.html"&gt;"Dracula in Love" Giveaway&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I can't find the exact links to the other two. The books are "She's Gone Country" by Jane Porter and "The Recissionistas" by Alexandra Lebenthal. But if you go to her Blog up above, the links to the entry forms are right on the first page.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030920781396601723-1136807552814521741?l=lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/1136807552814521741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3030920781396601723&amp;postID=1136807552814521741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/1136807552814521741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/1136807552814521741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/2010/08/some-awesome-book-giveaways.html' title='Some awesome book giveaways'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344511588193857743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SsAQ8lsle_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/yESJeDjI4ck/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030920781396601723.post-5109097579644309095</id><published>2010-08-06T20:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T21:40:03.683-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mama M'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snoogle'/><title type='text'>Five Question Friday - 8/6</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;It's been a couple of weeks since I did my last Five Question Friday and I think it's time for another one.&amp;nbsp; So, here is is. Once again this is courtesy of &lt;a href="http://fivecrookedhalos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mama M at My Little Life&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Are you a neat sleeper or a messy sleeper?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'd say I'm somewhere in between. I do move around while I sleep and my covers aren't all nice and neat but I don't pull them out or anything. I think that Hubby and I are probably a good combination and sleep somewhat similar so there's never any problems. Although I have been known to steal the sheets before but then again, so has he. I was probably the neatest sleeper when I was pregnant because I slept with a &lt;a href="http://www.toysrus.com/product/index.jsp?productId=2267435"&gt;snoogle&lt;/a&gt; and would just snuggle into that all night long. Seriously that is the BEST.THING.EVER for sleeping while pregnant. I was somewhat sad to get rid of it after Princess was born.&amp;nbsp; But I digress, I'd say that I'm neither neat nor messy while sleeping, just a nice happy medium.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Fill in the blank. I wish I was more ________________.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I wish I was more....skinny? I wish I was more....rich? I wish I was more...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;There's so many things that I could put in here, I can't pick just one. So, I'm just going to leave it that I wish I was more...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What is something that you wish you had been warned abo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ut?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;OMG, I know there were so many things when I was pregnant that I kept saying "no one tells you about this" but now I can't remember any of those things. It's true, you just block all that out after the baby is born. And boy it doesn't help that my memory is so terrible after the kids. Maybe that's one of the things I wish I had been warned about, how the baby really does suck some of your memory out of you. Oh, I got another one. I remember shortly before Lovebug was born I heard that sometimes during labor you go potty, like both #1 and #2. I never knew that! I remember talking to my mom that night absolutely horrified at the thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hubby says that I should put in how no one warns you about the possibility of gallstones after having a baby. Yup, I found that one out the hard way after Princess was born. 7 weeks after she was born I had my gallbladder removed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What was the best thing you ever found at a garage sale/flea market?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I will totally agree with Mama M here. I don't particularly like the idea of used things and have never bought anything at a garage sale/flea market. Maybe when I was a child and it was some toy or something but nothing recently at all. It's just not "my thing". I know plenty of people that do but it's not for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;If you could have any meal brought to you right now, what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Well, since I just got home from dinner I'm not really hungry so this is hard. I could always go for a good ole lobster with steamers. Yummy!! That sounds delicious right about now. Yup, that's it. Ok, now I must find lobster and steamers sometime within the next few days!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030920781396601723-5109097579644309095?l=lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/5109097579644309095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3030920781396601723&amp;postID=5109097579644309095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/5109097579644309095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/5109097579644309095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/2010/08/five-question-friday-85.html' title='Five Question Friday - 8/6'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344511588193857743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SsAQ8lsle_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/yESJeDjI4ck/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030920781396601723.post-1943217195913114332</id><published>2010-08-04T21:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T09:11:41.066-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bowling'/><title type='text'>Bowling alley in our driveway</title><content type='html'>Anyone who knows us well knows that Hubby is an avid bowler. He has something ridiculous like 30 300's (yes, you read that right, 30 perfect scores!),&amp;nbsp; high average of 242 and a high total of 865 (that's for 3 games for you non-bowlers). So, I guess it's only natural then that Lovebug would want to pretend bowl while we were playing outside on Sunday. (Hubby was in the house installing our ceiling fans in the bedrooms, woo hoo!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, first he gave me a basketball and told me that we were going to bowl on the driveway. It's so funny because he bowls lefty (I think he's going to be a lefty, he bowls and bats that way) and he has great form. When it was my turn he told me to make sure I lifted my leg up, LOL. We did that a couple of times and then he decided that we couldn't get our balls back anymore because we didn't have a machine to bring them back to us. So, we would bowl and they'd have to stay at the end of the driveway. Hmmm, that creates a problem because we only have so many basketballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, out comes the chalk and Lovebug asks me to draw a machine to bring the balls back. So, I of course draw a "ball return machine".&amp;nbsp; (ignore the flower going through it and the fireworks around it, that was from earlier in the week).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/TFoP5RW6NWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ULVFgynks40/s1600/ball+return+machine.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/TFoP5RW6NWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ULVFgynks40/s320/ball+return+machine.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;This is a picture of the top of the ball return machine and you can see the balls next to it waiting to be used. Yup, it's a bit crooked because I was trying to finish it in the middle bay of our garage and had to curve that way. Who says that a ball return machine can't have curves anyway? Again, ignore all of the random drawings around the alley, those are leftovers from the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/TFoRWmua6kI/AAAAAAAAAJY/dOqP0LOUa4g/s1600/alley.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/TFoRWmua6kI/AAAAAAAAAJY/dOqP0LOUa4g/s320/alley.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, now we had our ball return machine but we of course now need some chalk bowling balls. So, under the watchful eye of Lovebug, I was doing all of the drawing and he was doing all of the supervising and telling me what to draw, I drew a bunch of bowling balls. And if you're a bowler, you'll notice that I even made a Storm bowling ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/TFoSM0VeKtI/AAAAAAAAAJg/OnpjR7ZKlm0/s1600/balls+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/TFoSM0VeKtI/AAAAAAAAAJg/OnpjR7ZKlm0/s320/balls+1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And I kept drawing because for some reason, no matter how many I drew, it wasn't enough. You'll notice that this one contains a "spare ball", it came out more crooked than the others so I decided that it made a nice spare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/TFoTF8fv0ZI/AAAAAAAAAJo/UuQgBAqeUAE/s1600/balls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/TFoTF8fv0ZI/AAAAAAAAAJo/UuQgBAqeUAE/s320/balls.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And in this one, other than the "daddy" one and the one that looks like an Easter egg I was trying to get that marble look that all bowling balls seem to have. Kinda hard to do with chalk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/TFoTj5OaKdI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/wcZPOehxW1I/s1600/balls+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/TFoTj5OaKdI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/wcZPOehxW1I/s320/balls+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, after we were done drawing all of the above and I use the term "we" lightly. We pretended to pick them up and bowl and then of course the balls came back up the ball return machine. Around this point Hubby came out and pretended to bowl with us. Then Lovebug kept telling me that I needed to make the hole, I had NO idea what he was talking about. I asked if he meant where the bowling pins were but he didn't really say, so I drew a square and that wasn't good enough so Hubby added in the "pins".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/TFoT81QaNCI/AAAAAAAAAKA/R8Kh02Yo0C8/s1600/hole.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/TFoT81QaNCI/AAAAAAAAAKA/R8Kh02Yo0C8/s320/hole.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you have it, the bowling alley in our driveway. What's funny is that we've never brought Lovebug bowling, he's been to a bowling alley to watch Hubby and he has a play bowling set but he's never been bowling. I guess we'll have to do that some rainy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addition: Phew, it's a good thing that I took these pictures last night when I got home from work. We haven't had rain in quite a while but it poured early this morning and washed everything away. I'm glad I didn't wait another day to do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030920781396601723-1943217195913114332?l=lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/1943217195913114332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3030920781396601723&amp;postID=1943217195913114332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/1943217195913114332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/1943217195913114332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/2010/08/bowling-alley-in-our-driveway.html' title='Bowling alley in our driveway'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344511588193857743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SsAQ8lsle_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/yESJeDjI4ck/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/TFoP5RW6NWI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ULVFgynks40/s72-c/ball+return+machine.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030920781396601723.post-2382220309918041118</id><published>2010-07-17T11:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T12:57:05.517-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thirty-one'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jen Tufford'/><title type='text'>July 16th's 5 Question Friday</title><content type='html'>So, I'm sitting here waiting for my thirty-one party to start. Have a bit of down time before everyone arrives. Have you seen the thirty-one products? They are ah-maz-ing! Check them out &lt;a href="http://www.mythirtyone.com/jentufford"&gt;Thirty-One&lt;/a&gt;. So, what better would I do with my time than a little Five Question Friday from &lt;a href="http://fivecrookedhalos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mama M&lt;/a&gt;, I mean, I could be cleaning the rest of my house but I'd much rather sit and relax for a few minutes. So, here goes. There were some tough questions this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Do you collect anything? Do dust bunnies count? LOL, Ok, why is my font freakishly large? I can't figure out how to get it the same size as the font up above..weird! Back to the question. I suppose I could say that I collect Department 56 North Pole Houses. I have the entire collection *ahem* I mean that my parents have my entire collection at their house. I also have a small collection of Willow Tree Figurines although they haven't been unpacked yet so they're in a box somewhere in the basement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;2. Name 3 celebrities that you find good looking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I would have to say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Bradley Cooper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Wentworth Miller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tom Cruise (from his Top Gun Days)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;3. Do you have any scars? If so, what's the story behind it (them?)?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Where to start? We'll start at the oldest and work our way to the newest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I have a scar on each of my knees where I had surgery. When I was growing up I danced &lt;b&gt;A LOT, &lt;/b&gt;my inner thigh muscles were stronger than my outer thigh muscles causing my knee caps to be pulled crooked, it was PAINFUL!! So, I had my right knee operated on over April vacation in 8th grade. I had my left knee done the summer after 8th grade. It was the same surgery for both, they had to trim the muscle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I guess my next scar is from my c-section. That was from Princess. I was ready to start pushing, the doctor did one last check and discovered that she was breach. In I went for an emergency c-section.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;My next 4 scars are from 7 weeks after that when I had my gallbladder removed. Turns out I got the ever-so-wonderful pregnancy induced gallstones and one was actually blocking the duct. So, in I went for emergency surgery to have my gallblader removed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I think that's all of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;What is a food that you like to eat, but others might think it's gross or weird?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hmmm, I don't think I eat anything too strange. Of course Hubby thinks that any seafood is gross or weird so I guess anything in that category will count for him. LOL I have been known to eat raw oysters which some would probably think is gross or weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;5. Have you ever seen a tornado in real life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Nope, can't say that I have. I live in the northeast and we don't really have tornado's here. I'm perfectly happy with that too. We have had some tornado warnings this year because of the freakish spring/summer weather that we've been having.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;P.S. I started this last night before my thirty-one party but then didn't get to finish it until Saturday. Oh well...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e1029; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030920781396601723-2382220309918041118?l=lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/2382220309918041118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3030920781396601723&amp;postID=2382220309918041118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/2382220309918041118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/2382220309918041118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/2010/07/july-16ths-5-question-friday.html' title='July 16th&apos;s 5 Question Friday'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344511588193857743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SsAQ8lsle_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/yESJeDjI4ck/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030920781396601723.post-8470705516374011168</id><published>2010-07-02T12:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T12:24:22.624-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5 question Friday! Woo hoo!!!</title><content type='html'>Yippee, I've been waiting ALL week to do my 2nd Five Question Friday!! Is it sad that this is what I've been looking forward to ALL week? Wondering what questions will be asked, will they be easy or hard, will I remember come Friday to do it? These questions come from &lt;a href="http://fivecrookedhalos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mama M&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is one thing you miss the most about childhood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have to say being so carefree. Not having ANY cares in the world. Being able to play all day and it's perfectly ok because the kitchen isn't waiting for you to clean it or the bills aren't waiting for you to pay them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you still friends with your friends from high school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, I lost touch with most everyone from high school once we graduated. I have reconnected with quite a few of them though thanks to Facebook. But no one lives near me, or maybe it's that I don't live near them, so it makes it hard to get together on a regular basis. It's one thing I do regret, I wish we had stayed in better touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Is there a catch phrase, cliche, or word that just drives you bonkers every time you hear it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm, I'm sure that there absolutely is but for the life of me I can't think of one right now. I'm going to have to think about this one some more and come back to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is one thing that you think symbolizes America...besides "Old Glory"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fireworks, the patriotism you see around the 4th of July holiday. Seeing flags on Main Street as you drive through different towns (oops, that was Old Glory).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What are your 4th of July weekend plans? &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I hope to bring the kids to the lake since we DID pay for the pass and I'm determined to get my money's worth. My dad's birthday is on the 4th so we're going to a picnic at my parents house. And that's probably about all the excitement that there's going to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030920781396601723-8470705516374011168?l=lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/8470705516374011168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3030920781396601723&amp;postID=8470705516374011168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/8470705516374011168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/8470705516374011168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/2010/07/5-question-friday-woo-hoo.html' title='5 question Friday! Woo hoo!!!'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344511588193857743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SsAQ8lsle_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/yESJeDjI4ck/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030920781396601723.post-4682054937806114260</id><published>2010-06-25T10:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T22:51:06.854-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Question Friday</title><content type='html'>So, my dear friend &lt;a href="http://toddlerterrorism.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kelly&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;did this last week. I saw it on her blog yesterday and eagerly waited to do one myself today. I'm hoping that I can get more traffic to my blog this way, although I never have anything exciting that I post. It originally comes from&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://fivecrookedhalos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mama M&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and I'm very excited to be doing my first 5 Question Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. Do you know how to play a musical instrument?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to, does that count?!? I started playing the piano at a young age, can't remember for sure when. I took lessons for quite a while. If I were to sit down at a piano to play, would I remember how? That's questionable. I can still play chopsticks though but really who can't? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did also used to play the clarinet in school although I was never really good at it. I played through middle school and at least through my freshman year of high school which is when I probably stopped. I hated practicing it and just never really liked it. The whole thought of sucking on that stick, what the heck was it called, to get it wet to play. It was like dragging your teeth across a popsicle stick! Have you ever done that? Ack, just the thought sends shivers down my spine, I HATE that feeling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. What is your pet peeve while driving?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who don't know how to merge! Seriously, drives me CRAZY!!!&amp;nbsp;There are quite a few spots on my way back and forth to work that the traffic merges and people are insane. It should be alternate merging as the signs say but some people just don't understand that. The ones that drive me the most crazy are the ones that are at your tail bumper and then at the last possible minute speed up to get in front of you. Seriously? Did you HAVE to do that?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also find it quite annoying that in a state where driving while using your handheld cell phone is banned, it's perfectly acceptable to be reading a newspaper, a book, lighting a cigarrette, etc. How is that any more safe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Would you rather have a housekeeper or unlimited spa services?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhh, this is a hard one. Can't I alternate week to week? I think I'd have to take the housekeeper...no, I'll take the unlimited spa services...no, I'll take the housekeeper. Aaahhhh, I can't decide!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Is there a song that you hear that will take you back to the moment, like a junior high or high school dance?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, where to start. Let's see...there's Hotel California which was played at the end of EVERY dance in high school. Or, there's the song that played at our graduation, the one from Breakfast Club, you know the one. "Don't you, forget about me"...Can't you hear me singing it? When I'm home and edit this blog I'll include links. There are so many others, I may need to add some additional songs later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*edit* I'm home now and wanted to add in links to the songs. So here is&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nAdaQhitdKg"&gt;Don't You Forget About Me by Simple Minds&lt;/a&gt;. This is the song that was played at my high school graduation.&lt;br /&gt;And here is &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QgLfoQfmSQ4"&gt;Hotel California&lt;/a&gt; which was seriously played at the end of EVERY school dance. (Oh wait, now I'm repeating myself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. What song best represents your life right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lAZgLcK5LzI"&gt;Manic Monday&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;except it would be more appropriate if there was one for every day of the week, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course any childrens song because we spend SO much time singing them in my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since Mama M mentioned the song that she'd like for her mother-son dance, here is the one that I'd like when Lovebug gets married &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Go9aks4aujM"&gt;The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030920781396601723-4682054937806114260?l=lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/4682054937806114260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3030920781396601723&amp;postID=4682054937806114260' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/4682054937806114260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/4682054937806114260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/2010/06/5-question-friday.html' title='5 Question Friday'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344511588193857743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SsAQ8lsle_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/yESJeDjI4ck/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030920781396601723.post-4852786819917867330</id><published>2010-06-24T21:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T21:37:33.741-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CCMC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Connecticut Children&apos;s Medical Center'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surgery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tubes'/><title type='text'>Lovebugs surgery</title><content type='html'>Well, today was the big day, that day that Lovebug got surgery. We went this past Saturday for a tour at the hospital (Connecticut Childrens Medical Center, CCMC). Can I just say that this was the BEST.THING.EVER that we could've done. It really gave Lovebug a good idea of what to expect today. I really didn't realize how great it was until we got there today and he was totally at ease with everything that was going on. When the nurse was explaining to him again what was going to happen and asking him questions, he was able to answer them and tell her things that he had learned on Saturday. I should also note that we went to see Toy Story 3 after the hospital tour on Saturday so maybe he thought we were going to do that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got the call the other day with the time of the surgery. I was a bit disappointed that we weren't scheduled until 12:00 pm. I thought "how on earth am I going to keep him from eating or drinking all morning and it's going to be ABSOLUTE torture". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kept Lovebug up later last night and gave him a snack around 9 and then sent him to bed. This morning I got up, got Princess up and to my parents before Lovebug got out of bed. That way he wouldn't see her with her milk and yogurt heading off. He didn't really ask for anything until I was drinking my coffee, but I reminded him how we talked last night that he can't have anything or he'd get sick and that helped. While we were waiting to leave the house, he watched some Handy Manny and played with his iPhone (yes, he has his own iPhone, it's one of our old ones, that he uses to play games).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/TCP_uzP5W4I/AAAAAAAAAIk/xw7LNkfWZ6M/s1600/photo+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/TCP_uzP5W4I/AAAAAAAAAIk/xw7LNkfWZ6M/s320/photo+1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We left the house around 9:30, making sure not to forget Froggy, his blue blanket and his iPhone. We made sure that Froggy and the blanket stayed safe on the way to the hospital by strapping them in to Princess' car seat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/TCQBB_YmG4I/AAAAAAAAAIs/51jbK3ncSxc/s1600/photo+2-5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/TCQBB_YmG4I/AAAAAAAAAIs/51jbK3ncSxc/s320/photo+2-5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We got to the hospital at 10:30 like we were supposed to (had to park on the TOP floor of the parking garage, UGH). When we walked in and registered, a volunteer gave Lovebug a beanie baby. That must be something that they do for patients having surgery because we'd never gotten one before when we'd been there for minor things. &lt;i&gt;*read more on the irony of the beanie baby below*&lt;/i&gt; We went up to the registration area and got him all checked in. It was great, they had bubbles for him to play with which amused him while I was confirming our information. They put an ID bracelet on Froggy and his new beanie baby too. We were informed that we were fast tracked because they had a cancellation. We sat down for a few minutes then they called us in to Pre-op.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;In pre-op we were met by a TON of nurses. They were great with Lovebug and gave him dinosaurs to play with and a coloring book. We were also told that he wouldn't have to change (huh?!?) but I still had to wear the gown, cap and mask when I went in with him. He was fine the whole time we were in pre-op waiting to go in. He just played with the dinosaurs, talked to the nurses when they came over. Here's a picture of him in pre-op, perfectly happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/TCQCc9rlMRI/AAAAAAAAAI0/hjuDc46waiQ/s1600/photo+3-4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/TCQCc9rlMRI/AAAAAAAAAI0/hjuDc46waiQ/s320/photo+3-4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When it was time to go back to the OR, I had to put on all of the safety gear, it's such a great look. I did comment to Hubby later on that I think they just make the parents wear the outfit to amuse the kids. Lovebug was wearing his clothes &amp;amp; sneakers into the OR and that wasn't an issue so why would my clothes be an issue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/TCQC-ZR8TBI/AAAAAAAAAI8/unHaWqLyJlI/s1600/hospital+gear.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/TCQC-ZR8TBI/AAAAAAAAAI8/unHaWqLyJlI/s320/hospital+gear.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;We left hubby in pre-op and I went with Lovebug to the OR. At CCMC the kids get to drive a car from pre-op to the OR. Lovebug saw the cars when we came for the tour and this was what he was looking forward to the MOST. We got to the cars and he had a hard time deciding. He finally settled on the green one like "Daddy's tractor", he put Froggy and blanket in the trailer in the back (again just like daddy's) and drove to the OR. He did a great job and didn't hit anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/TCQEC9cxa2I/AAAAAAAAAJE/u2WCFuvMyKc/s1600/photo+4-4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/TCQEC9cxa2I/AAAAAAAAAJE/u2WCFuvMyKc/s320/photo+4-4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We got into the OR and he sat up on the table with Froggy next to him. They put the mask on him that smelled like strawberries (the scent he had picked out) and he blew up the balloon. He did such a great job. It was a matter of seconds and he was asleep. The nurse brought me back to Hubby and we went to wait in the waiting room. In the waiting room they have a screen that you can check to see where the patient is (pre-op, OR, post-op). It really is great so you know what's going on. We were in there for probably 5 minutes when I noticed that he was in post-op already, then the doctor came in. He said that Lovebug was all done. We waited a couple more minutes for the nurse to come get us to bring us to the recovery room. Lovebug was doing fine until he saw us, he started to whine a bit but it was more because he wanted milk and he wanted to go home. He got to eat a grape popsicle. We were in there for maybe another 15 minutes then got to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovebug was fine after we left. He acted like nothing had happened. A couple of times he said that he had balls in his ears, I wonder if maybe he can feel the tubes?, but that was about it. We came home and watched a movie (he didn't NAP!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did ask if he could hear me any better and he said no so we will see if that answer changes in a couple of days, I really hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to end this by saying that CCMC is an absolutely &lt;b&gt;WONDERFUL&lt;/b&gt; hospital. They certainly know their stuff when it comes to kids. From the toy that he got coming in, to the stellar treatment throughout, we couldn't have asked for any more. They make the whole experience so pleasant for everyone involved, the child &amp;amp; the parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*The beanie baby story*&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;On the way to the hospital, I was commenting to Hubby about how many dead skunks I've seen this week and how horribly smelly they've been. There were 2 on my way to work on Monday, 3 on my way to work on Tuesday, I saw 1 this morning on my way to bringing Princess to my parents and we saw 1 or 2 on the way to the hospital. So, when Lovebug was handed the beanie baby as we walked into the hospital, by the sweet old man volunteer, what do you think it was? A dog? A bear? NO, it was a SKUNK!!! Are you serious!?!?! Hubby and I just looked at each other and started laughing. What are the chances!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030920781396601723-4852786819917867330?l=lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/4852786819917867330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3030920781396601723&amp;postID=4852786819917867330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/4852786819917867330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/4852786819917867330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/2010/06/lovebugs-surgery.html' title='Lovebugs surgery'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344511588193857743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SsAQ8lsle_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/yESJeDjI4ck/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/TCP_uzP5W4I/AAAAAAAAAIk/xw7LNkfWZ6M/s72-c/photo+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030920781396601723.post-6532593316240179634</id><published>2010-05-21T18:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T18:48:50.242-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Man!!! A post all about Princess</title><content type='html'>This has become a favorite phrase in our house. I believe it comes from Swiper on Dora. Lovebug was saying it for a while. Princess has since started saying it. Even while I'm typing this..."Oh Man!". If either hubby or I say "Oh Man!" back to her, she says "No Oh Man!" and wags her little finger at us. Cutest thing in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess has also started saying "Yeah" with this little accent like she's from Sweden. So sweet! For the most part she says "Yes", something she learned from Lovebug but every so often she'll say "Ye-eah", I don't even know how to type it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the other day I could tell she was pooping. I said "Princess did you poop?" and she said "no". Then immediately said "diaper" which means that she has a poopy butt and needs her diaper changed. Ahhhh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030920781396601723-6532593316240179634?l=lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/6532593316240179634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3030920781396601723&amp;postID=6532593316240179634' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/6532593316240179634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/6532593316240179634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/2010/05/oh-man-post-all-about-princess.html' title='Oh Man!!! A post all about Princess'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344511588193857743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SsAQ8lsle_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/yESJeDjI4ck/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030920781396601723.post-3453192560554785528</id><published>2010-05-16T13:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T13:34:52.057-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='double uvula'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='audiologist'/><title type='text'>Lovebug needs tubes</title><content type='html'>About 6-8 weeks ago we brought Lovebug to the audiologist &amp;amp; ENT to have his ears tested. This was after he had 2 bad hearing tests at the pediatrician. We found out that he had fluid and his ear drums weren't vibrating which was preventing him from hearing. He had mild to moderate hearing loss. We went for a follow up appointment last week and it's not any better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, at the first appointment, we found out that he has a double uvula (the dangly thing in the back of your mouth). We never knew this before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, he said at this point our only option is tubes to help the fluid drain from his ears. He said that because of the double uvula, the muscle that helps to drain the ears isn't working properly. Now, when he went to the ENT before and I first learned that he has a double uvula he told me that it wasn't a concern and won't cause any problems. Now, he's telling me the real truth this time around. Hopefully the tubes will help drain the fluid and then his hearing will improve. If the muscle doesn't start working properly then there is a chance that Lovebug could need multiple sets of tubes and could possibly need them throughout his life. That was a bit of a shocker to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, his surgery is scheduled for June 24th. On June 19th, we're going to the hospital for a tour, I guess they really show the kids everything and they get little motorized cars and make it fun for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think his speech has been affected by the hearing issues so I'm curious to see what happens when he has the tubes and can hear better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030920781396601723-3453192560554785528?l=lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/3453192560554785528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3030920781396601723&amp;postID=3453192560554785528' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/3453192560554785528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/3453192560554785528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/2010/05/lovebug-needs-tubes.html' title='Lovebug needs tubes'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344511588193857743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SsAQ8lsle_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/yESJeDjI4ck/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030920781396601723.post-1630331381070939413</id><published>2010-04-22T20:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T22:03:52.467-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The week that hubby is away...(continued)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, I obviously didn't get a chance to post EVERY night like I had intended to...the best laid plans...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday morning my dad picked up Lovebug &amp;amp; Princess, I guess that's sort of cheating since I didn't have to get them both up &amp;amp; out of the house before leaving but my dad offered. :) Here is a picture from dinner Tuesday night. Princess asked for rice as I was making dinner so I made some for her and I to have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/S9DY-MvnnDI/AAAAAAAAAHc/sumCBe1FUCE/s1600/photo+2-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/S9DY-MvnnDI/AAAAAAAAAHc/sumCBe1FUCE/s200/photo+2-4.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/S9DZdBkp1PI/AAAAAAAAAIM/MMjUbFSy5qM/s1600/photo-14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/S9DZdBkp1PI/AAAAAAAAAIM/MMjUbFSy5qM/s200/photo-14.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/S9DZZGTGAyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/jSNfZLA9slw/s1600/photo+4-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/S9DZZGTGAyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/jSNfZLA9slw/s200/photo+4-3.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/S9DZbbY-_mI/AAAAAAAAAIE/8QEHdqS2RjY/s1600/photo+3-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/S9DZbbY-_mI/AAAAAAAAAIE/8QEHdqS2RjY/s320/photo+3-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here is a picture of how Lovebug pulled his milk across the floor. He attached his belt around it and pulled it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember anything too eventful happening while putting them to bed. Just the typical lots of books and songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was Princess' day to go to day care and Lovebugs day to go to my parents. On the drive to daycare Lovebug was talking away. He told me that he doesn't like grass and he likes flowers better. I said that flowers were pretty. Lovebug replied "and I am handsome". I said "yes, you are". Lovebug said "what is Princess?", I said "Princess is pretty", he said "Princess is pretty like a flower". Awwww...so sweet!&lt;br /&gt;Drop off of course didn't go well. The kids like to cry for me when I drop them off, according to hubby they are fine when he drops them off. Humph!&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday afternoon I left work at 4:30 so I could make it to day care at 5:15 to pick up Princess. The traffic was horrible! I didn't get to day care until 5:27. While I was sitting in traffic I called to order dinner for Princess &amp;amp; I (again, Lovebug is picky and won't eat anything but chicken sticks and jelly sandwiches). So, I rush into day care, Princess of course has a HUGE smile. The director loves to tell us how Princess is her little Hanna Andersson child. We then rushed to the restaurant to get dinner, rushed to my parents to get Lovebug, rushed home to eat dinner. I had to leave at 6:30 to go to the Bushnell. My dad once again came over to put the kids to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday morning was much like Tuesday morning so really not much to report. After work I picked up the kids from my parents. When we pulled into the driveway Princess said "Daddy, home?", I said "no", Princess said "bowling". Then Lovebug said "I like daddy". So cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;They both got to talk to hubby on the phone before dinner for a couple of minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So glad that hubby is coming home tomorrow night. The kids are very excited to go to the airport to pick him up tomorrow afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030920781396601723-1630331381070939413?l=lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/1630331381070939413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3030920781396601723&amp;postID=1630331381070939413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/1630331381070939413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/1630331381070939413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/2010/04/week-that-hubby-is-awaycontinued.html' title='The week that hubby is away...(continued)'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344511588193857743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SsAQ8lsle_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/yESJeDjI4ck/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/S9DY-MvnnDI/AAAAAAAAAHc/sumCBe1FUCE/s72-c/photo+2-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030920781396601723.post-7744473232604068866</id><published>2010-04-19T18:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T21:51:32.011-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The week that hubby is away...</title><content type='html'>I dropped off hubby at the airport this afternoon. He's going to Reno to the Nationals (USBC tournament). He won't be back until Friday night. He told both of the kids this morning that he was going but I don't think either of them really "got it". When I picked up Lovebug from day care, he asked if daddy was at home. I told him no he wasn't and he was on an airplane. Lovebug wasn't really happy with that answer. He then said that he'd talk to him on my computer and I had to tell him not tonight (hubby doesn't get to Reno until 12:30am our time I think). So, then he said he'd talk to him on the phone, I explained that he can't use a phone on the airplane and he could talk to him tomorrow. I think he finally understood.&lt;br /&gt;When we got home he was excited to see daddy's car and thought that meant that he was home, I told him that no he wasn't. So, he said "an airplane came here and picked up daddy". LOL. I did tell him that I brought him to the airport so he wouldn't think that airplanes regularly land in our yard.&lt;br /&gt;When we got into the house, he told me to lock the door so no one can get in. Guess he's being the man of the house and protecting us girls. &lt;br /&gt;So, this begins my week as a single parent, we'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;And as I'm typing this Princess is saying "Daddy? Daddy home?"&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure they will both be really excited when they can talk to him tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try to update the blog regularly this week to keep hubby informed of how things go. He hasn't been gone for this long since Dylan was 6 months old, things have certainly changed a lot since then. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/S8zaFkx7d_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/S2QS6VKHeqg/s1600/photo-13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/S8zaFkx7d_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/S2QS6VKHeqg/s320/photo-13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/S8zaCnbM69I/AAAAAAAAAHM/lZQctsq5WaY/s1600/photo-12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/S8zaCnbM69I/AAAAAAAAAHM/lZQctsq5WaY/s320/photo-12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up a flight tracker online that shows where the plane is at all times. I pointed out where we are and where daddy is going and then I pointed out the plane. Lovebug thought it was so cool. He asked to look at it a few times before he went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Night one went well. They both ate a great dinner and went to bed fairly easily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030920781396601723-7744473232604068866?l=lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/7744473232604068866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3030920781396601723&amp;postID=7744473232604068866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/7744473232604068866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/7744473232604068866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/2010/04/week-that-hubby-is-away.html' title='The week that hubby is away...'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344511588193857743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SsAQ8lsle_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/yESJeDjI4ck/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/S8zaFkx7d_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/S2QS6VKHeqg/s72-c/photo-13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030920781396601723.post-8881689922435945514</id><published>2010-03-31T21:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T21:57:17.885-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Potty training Lovebug</title><content type='html'>Oh man, there were 2 things I wanted to write about and now I can only remember one of them, ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one I remember. Lovebug has been wearing underwear to bed the past few nights. We had run out of diapers, I told him that I wasn't buying more but that he could wear pullups to bed. We bought some on Sunday and he REFUSES to wear them. Sunday night I got him up when I went to bed to use the potty but he didn't go. He woke up wet. Monday night I didn't wake him up when I went to bed and he woke up wet. Last night, he went to bed, I didn't wake him up but this morning Hubby woke him up before he had a chance to wake up himself and he was dry! I had said that I think he pees early in the morning. And that must be what it is. Now the funny part. I was still home when Hubby got him up, so I said "give me a high five" to Lovebug and he did. Then he said "Now you need to shake my hand". I was cracking up. Someone somewhere must've shook his hand when he did a good job so now that's in his head, too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, damn, what was the other thing I wanted to say. It was something about Princess, I remember that but I don't remember what. UGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030920781396601723-8881689922435945514?l=lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/8881689922435945514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3030920781396601723&amp;postID=8881689922435945514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/8881689922435945514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/8881689922435945514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/2010/03/night-potty-training-lovebug.html' title='Night Potty training Lovebug'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344511588193857743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SsAQ8lsle_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/yESJeDjI4ck/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030920781396601723.post-5408946226980907392</id><published>2010-03-28T11:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T11:57:41.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some more random thoughts...</title><content type='html'>Boy, I haven't been updating my blog very well, life has gotten away from me the past couple of months with the holidays and moving in to a new house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have some funny stories to share though. Lovebug certainly comes out with some great things, I never know what he's going to say and they always crack me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday hubby took Lovebug to Home Depot to their kid workshop they have Saturday mornings. He made a birdhouse rain gauge. When I saw it, he told me that it was for me for my birthday (my birthday was a couple of weeks ago), I told him that I loved it. Then he said "It's just what you always wanted mommy". Yup, you got it Lovebug, I don't know where he learned that from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovebug "My underwear feels funny. It's in my butt". LOL, that was his first wedgie apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone to Princess "Are you the Princess?" Princess answers "Yes!"&amp;nbsp; She doesn't have her name for nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030920781396601723-5408946226980907392?l=lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/5408946226980907392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3030920781396601723&amp;postID=5408946226980907392' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/5408946226980907392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/5408946226980907392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/2010/03/some-more-random-thoughts.html' title='Some more random thoughts...'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344511588193857743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SsAQ8lsle_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/yESJeDjI4ck/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030920781396601723.post-6230328659149287921</id><published>2009-12-31T13:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T13:16:10.249-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A couple of random thoughts to expand upon later...</title><content type='html'>Me: Lovebug, you need to go to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;Lovebug: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Because I said so&lt;br /&gt;Lovebug: Don't say so Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Do you want some blueberries?&lt;br /&gt;Lovebug: Yes, don't wash them&lt;br /&gt;Me: I have to wash them or you'll get sick, you don't want to get the golleywobbles (something my mom or grandmother always used to say to me)&lt;br /&gt;As I'm washing the blueberries off..&lt;br /&gt;Lovebug: You're washing all the golleywobbles off?&lt;br /&gt;Me: *laughing* yes, they went down the drain&lt;br /&gt;Lovebug: The golleywobbles went down the drain?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Lovebug: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Me: because they're dirty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess had her first haircut today, it was really just a trim to get rid of some of the long scraggly hair she's had since she was a baby. She had a couple of patches that she never lost and they needed to be taken care of. She now has a really cute pageboy and looks adorable! And for the first time in a long time, her hair isn't in a ponytail or pigtails and it's not in her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SzzqU1LKH1I/AAAAAAAAAHA/GyxJxheDmmU/s1600-h/Olivia+haircut.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SzzqU1LKH1I/AAAAAAAAAHA/GyxJxheDmmU/s320/Olivia+haircut.jpg" /&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/3030920781396601723-6230328659149287921?l=lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/6230328659149287921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3030920781396601723&amp;postID=6230328659149287921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/6230328659149287921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/6230328659149287921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/2009/12/couple-of-random-thoughts-to-expand.html' title='A couple of random thoughts to expand upon later...'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344511588193857743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SsAQ8lsle_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/yESJeDjI4ck/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SzzqU1LKH1I/AAAAAAAAAHA/GyxJxheDmmU/s72-c/Olivia+haircut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030920781396601723.post-5875878272617347307</id><published>2009-11-26T11:27:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T21:27:51.318-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potty training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='underwear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lovebug'/><title type='text'>Potty Training Lovebug</title><content type='html'>Well, we decided that this long holiday weekend was the perfect time to work on potty training Lovebug.&lt;br /&gt;When we woke up this morning I put on his new big-boy underwear. At first he said I want my big boy underwear. I think what he meant is plain white underwear not ones with characters on it, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we put on his big boy underwear and I had him sit on the potty. We talked about how we're going to sit on the potty every time the timer goes off on my phone and how when he does go pee-pee in the potty that he'll get a Buzz Lightyear sticker. He sat there for about a minute and said he was all done. We did this a couple of times this morning. I believe it was after the 2nd time that about 10 minutes later he went in his underwear, the good thing is that he told me right afterward that he had gone so we got him changed right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of right now (11:30 am), he has gone twice in his underwear and none on the potty. But at least now he's more willing to sit on the potty every 30 minutes and he sits there for about 5 minutes "trying".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I didn't do as well as I thought I would updating this as the weekend went on. It's now Wednesday, December 2nd and I started this on Thanksgiving, LOL. At any rate, over the weekend Lovebug went back &amp;amp; forth. Thursday &amp;amp; Friday went fairly well, Saturday he wanted a diaper. On Sunday we had no diapers so I gave him a choice of either a pull-up or big boy underwear. He wanted the underwear and did great in it all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was back to school (daycare), he wore a pull up. And he went all day DRY!! He peed and pooped on the potty all day long. I was so excited for him. So, now he's been in big boy underwear all week and doing great.&amp;nbsp; Today he went poop on the potty again. He told my dad that myself and momo (my mom) don't know how to poop in the potty because we're girls and only boys poop in the potty. ROFL He says the darndest things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030920781396601723-5875878272617347307?l=lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/5875878272617347307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3030920781396601723&amp;postID=5875878272617347307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/5875878272617347307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/5875878272617347307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/2009/11/potty-training-lovebug.html' title='Potty Training Lovebug'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344511588193857743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SsAQ8lsle_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/yESJeDjI4ck/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030920781396601723.post-3145774203577512849</id><published>2009-11-25T21:04:00.025-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T11:14:45.079-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jacket'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diva'/><title type='text'>My Little Fashion Diva</title><content type='html'>I have found that I tend to post a lot about Lovebug only because he says so many funny things. But this post is all about Princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is definitely my little fashion Diva. While we were at Disney, we were in a store and I was looking at some shirts for her. Well, the shoes happened to be at her level so she grabbed a pair of Princess flip-flops and held on to them for dear life. I did buy them for her as they were too cute to pass up. She'll be able to wear them next summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this week, I decided that it was time to put her in her winter jacket instead of just a fleece. It's one of the 3-in-1 kinds so I had to put the fleece part back into the outer shell. As I was putting it together she was watching me and was so very excited to be wearing a new jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/Sw6mCMlmQxI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Mw_2BpkcpZA/s1600/jacket.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/Sw6mCMlmQxI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Mw_2BpkcpZA/s320/jacket.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then the next day (Wednesday), I was getting her dressed. I put on her shirt and her jeans. I was going to put on her sneakers even though in my head I was thinking that her brown shoes would match better (they were in the drawer so she never saw them). Well, as soon as I was about to put on her sneakers she threw a fit at me and was reaching for her drawer where she knows her shoes are kept.&amp;nbsp; She wasn't happy until I took out her brown shoes and put them on her, because after all they did match better than her sneakers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/Sw6mv9AGN8I/AAAAAAAAAG0/cnTrjtH5aa8/s1600/shoes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/Sw6mv9AGN8I/AAAAAAAAAG0/cnTrjtH5aa8/s320/shoes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh, my Little Fashion Diva!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030920781396601723-3145774203577512849?l=lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/3145774203577512849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3030920781396601723&amp;postID=3145774203577512849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/3145774203577512849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/3145774203577512849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='My Little Fashion Diva'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344511588193857743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SsAQ8lsle_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/yESJeDjI4ck/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/Sw6mCMlmQxI/AAAAAAAAAGs/Mw_2BpkcpZA/s72-c/jacket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030920781396601723.post-4712995498089519224</id><published>2009-11-21T10:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T20:59:18.777-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mickey Mouse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Little Gym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lovebug'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minnie Mouse'/><title type='text'>Another funny Lovebug conversation</title><content type='html'>This morning as I was putting Lovebug into the car after &lt;a href="http://www.tlgavonct.com/"&gt;The Little Gym&lt;/a&gt; I told him that he was a goofy boy. His response to me. "I'm not a goofy boy, I'm Mickey Mouse". I laughed and looked at him and said "You're Mickey Mouse?" and he responded "Yes, and Sissy is Minnie Mouse". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so funny. I think this was partly due to their Halloween costumes and partly due to the fact that we had just come home from Disney.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030920781396601723-4712995498089519224?l=lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/4712995498089519224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3030920781396601723&amp;postID=4712995498089519224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/4712995498089519224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/4712995498089519224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-posting-reminder-to-post-later-you.html' title='Another funny Lovebug conversation'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344511588193857743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SsAQ8lsle_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/yESJeDjI4ck/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030920781396601723.post-5226948264177856469</id><published>2009-11-07T12:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T12:06:39.132-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mickey Mouse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minnie Mouse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>Halloween 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Overall we had a good Halloween 2009. Lovebug was just getting over a fever virus so he wasn't too in to it. It was a drizzly night so we really didn't stay out for long. We went to maybe 4 or 5 houses and that was it. In our neighborhood a lot of people just leave the candy in a bowl on the porch because the entire family goes around Trick or Treating, so we saw most everyone we wanted to just walking around and didn't have to actually go their house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SvWn-X9ZX1I/AAAAAAAAAGE/JFfWcCuJeOw/s1600-h/DSC_0061.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SvWn-X9ZX1I/AAAAAAAAAGE/JFfWcCuJeOw/s320/DSC_0061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lovebug &amp;amp; Princess in their costumes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SvWoGv8CbbI/AAAAAAAAAGM/z-TZmKAog3g/s1600-h/DSC_0043_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SvWoGv8CbbI/AAAAAAAAAGM/z-TZmKAog3g/s320/DSC_0043_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lovebug as Mickey Mouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SvWoQUQoruI/AAAAAAAAAGU/0yknodkzCa4/s1600-h/DSC_0080.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SvWoQUQoruI/AAAAAAAAAGU/0yknodkzCa4/s320/DSC_0080.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Princess as Minnie Mouse &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/3030920781396601723-5226948264177856469?l=lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/5226948264177856469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3030920781396601723&amp;postID=5226948264177856469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/5226948264177856469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/5226948264177856469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-2009.html' title='Halloween 2009'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344511588193857743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SsAQ8lsle_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/yESJeDjI4ck/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SvWn-X9ZX1I/AAAAAAAAAGE/JFfWcCuJeOw/s72-c/DSC_0061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030920781396601723.post-1842924128429058035</id><published>2009-11-04T21:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T21:16:31.749-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Haven't updated in a while</title><content type='html'>Oh geez, well it's been a while since I've posted and Lovebug has said so many funny things tonight now if only I can remember them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, first off, at dinner. Lately he's been wanting me to feed him including holding his cup for him, I have NO idea what's up with this. Tonight I asked him why I had to feed him and I asked him why. His response? "Because I'm busy". I asked what he was busy doing, first it was eating his vitamins and then it was drinking his milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His other favorite saying is "it's too hard", this could be in relation to walking, eating, doing something we ask him too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was also super whiney again tonight (he was last night too), when I was putting on his pj's I asked him if he could stop whining and he said "yes, after", so I of course asked "after what?" and he said "after you stop talking"...*dumb look on my face* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and last night. He woke up around 2:30 am for some reason. When he gets up at night he opens his door, turns on his light, turns on the hall light and then comes into our room. So, he did that. He came in and said he had a booboo on his foot and it needed to be kissed, so I did that and put him back to bed. He then continued to come in about every 5 minutes until 3:45 or so. Another time it was to put the pillows in the closet (these were our decorative pillows that were on the floor). I have no idea how he knew they weren't in there, he hadn't been in our room to see that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you, he is something else and looking back on it, it's all funny but in the moment...not so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again I'm only talking about Lovebug. Princess is doing great, she has more words "pia" (pizza) is probably her latest one, so cute! She has been fighting with a cold &amp;amp; fever, I just hope everyone is healthy before we leave next Saturday for Disney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both had a great Halloween and as soon as we find the card reader for the camera I'll get pictures posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030920781396601723-1842924128429058035?l=lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/1842924128429058035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3030920781396601723&amp;postID=1842924128429058035' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/1842924128429058035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/1842924128429058035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-geez-well-its-been-while-since-ive.html' title='Haven&apos;t updated in a while'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344511588193857743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SsAQ8lsle_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/yESJeDjI4ck/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030920781396601723.post-6798410312013503296</id><published>2009-10-26T20:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T20:48:02.757-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Award (I guess)...taken from Kelly cause I was tagged...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Rules&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You Can Only Use One Word&lt;br /&gt;2. Pass this along to 6 of your favorite bloggers&lt;br /&gt;3. Alert them that you have given them this award&lt;br /&gt;4. Have Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fun Part:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where is your cell phone? chair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your hair? Annoying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your mother? questioning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your father? knowledgeable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your favorite food? &lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Your dream last night? None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your favorite drink? Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Your dream/goal? Happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What room are you in? Livingroom&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Your hobby? None &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Your fear? Dying&lt;span style="text-decoration: line-through;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Where do you want to be in 6 years? newhouse(6yearsold)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Where were you last night? Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Something that you aren’t? Thin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Muffins? Blueberry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Wish list item? Patience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Where did you grow up? Somers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Last thing you did? Ate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What are you wearing? clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Your TV? large&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Your pets? cats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Friends? Good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Your life? Busy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Your mood? Sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Missing someone? no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Vehicle? van&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Something you’re not wearing? socks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Your favorite store? children'splace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Your favorite color? Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. When was the last time you laughed? earlier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Last time you cried? Dunno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Your best friend? yaya's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. One place that I go to over and over? Bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. One person who emails me regularly? yaya's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Favorite place to eat? Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagged:&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.toddlerterrorism.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kelly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://finkelmanfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ashley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://learningsomethingnew-jill.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jill&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://peaceloveandtwins.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kristi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://graciencorbett.blogspot.com/"&gt;Reid&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://heissy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mary &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030920781396601723-6798410312013503296?l=lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/6798410312013503296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3030920781396601723&amp;postID=6798410312013503296' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/6798410312013503296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/6798410312013503296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/2009/10/award-i-guesstaken-from-kelly-cause-i.html' title='An Award (I guess)...taken from Kelly cause I was tagged...'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344511588193857743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SsAQ8lsle_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/yESJeDjI4ck/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030920781396601723.post-8389046300723941786</id><published>2009-10-14T21:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T21:36:45.493-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby loss awareness day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miscarriage'/><title type='text'>Baby Loss Awareness Day &amp; My Special Group of Friends</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is Baby Loss Awareness Day. This is a day to remember all babies lost before, during and just after birth. Light a candle at 7pm to help us remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may or may not know, we lost a baby on November 24, 2005. I was 8 weeks along and it was Thanksgiving Day. My due date was June 17, 2006. As you can imagine, it was a terrible day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In March 2006 we conceived Lovebug. He definitely replaced the hole in my heart that had been created by our loss. I couldn't have been happier! He was born 100% healthy on November 17, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out in October 2007 that I was pregnant. This was a bit of a surprise! I was on birth control at the time so we weren't trying. But it was indeed a blessing. Once I calculated the dates I discovered that my due date was June 17, 2008, exactly 2 years after the due date of my lost baby. I couldn't believe it. The first 8-12 weeks were so tough wondering if this baby was going to make it. But I truly believe that Princess was brought to us by our angel and that's why there were so many similarities. She was born 100% healthy on June 9, 2008. She is indeed our special miracle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I don't think about my miscarriage often. It was a sad time of my life and I often wonder what that baby would be like today. But I wouldn't have Lovebug now if I had had that baby and I probably wouldn't have Princess. I do think about that baby around this time every year and of course on November 24th. Thanksgiving will never again be the same for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, because of my miscarriage I met a wonderful group of women. We all met on a message board on WebMd and formed special friendships. We unfortunately all share the bond of having had miscarriages. Luckily though, most of us have gone on to have at least 1 baby if not 2 or more &lt;a href="http://www.finkelmanfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;(Ashley!)&lt;/a&gt; since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among those amazing women, I have my extra-special group of Ya-ya's. We talk daily and I value their friendships so much. &lt;a href="http://www.finkelmanfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ashley&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://www.learningsomethingnew-jill.blogspot.com/"&gt; Jill&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.toddlerterrorism.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kelly&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.peaceloveandtwins.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kristi&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.heissy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mary&lt;/a&gt;, Patti &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.graciencorbett.blogspot.com/"&gt;Reid.&lt;/a&gt; Among us we have 18 kids (wow, who knew it was that many!?!?). We have met Ashley &amp;amp; her family in person a few times and we're going to Disney with Kelly and her family in November. I honestly don't know what I would do without my Ya's. Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this has been my little tribute to Baby Loss Awareness Day. Remember those tomorrow who have lost a baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030920781396601723-8389046300723941786?l=lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/8389046300723941786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3030920781396601723&amp;postID=8389046300723941786' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/8389046300723941786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/8389046300723941786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/2009/10/baby-loss-awareness-day-my-special.html' title='Baby Loss Awareness Day &amp; My Special Group of Friends'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344511588193857743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SsAQ8lsle_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/yESJeDjI4ck/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030920781396601723.post-5972086810549429911</id><published>2009-10-13T12:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T12:35:21.018-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Princess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><title type='text'>The story behind the Princess &amp; Shoes video</title><content type='html'>Princess absolutely LOVES shoes, especially when they're new. Her and I were playing in the living room. She had her sneakers on when we first started playing. She then discovered that her Buster Browns (the ones in the video) were also in the living room. So, she brought them over to me and had me take off her sneakers to put the BB's on. I did that. Then she played for a bit, came back to me and had me take off her shoes &amp;amp; her socks and then just put her shoes on with no socks. This went on for quite some time, shoes on with socks and then shoes on with no socks. Back &amp;amp; forth, back &amp;amp; forth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point, she wanted me to put them back on but got mad every time I tried. She wanted me to put them on the WRONG feet. So, I did that and she was happy as a clam. She only kept them like that for a couple of minutes and then had me switch them back again. It really was quite funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030920781396601723-5972086810549429911?l=lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/5972086810549429911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3030920781396601723&amp;postID=5972086810549429911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/5972086810549429911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/5972086810549429911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/2009/10/story-behind-princess-shoes-video.html' title='The story behind the Princess &amp; Shoes video'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344511588193857743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SsAQ8lsle_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/yESJeDjI4ck/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030920781396601723.post-6605183740521914052</id><published>2009-10-13T08:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T08:02:30.144-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Video of Princess and her shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="326" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d6d44bf4d0654b33" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd6d44bf4d0654b33%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331512146%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7A16C9F0D25BD461D4D89FF3AE3135490C2DDAB6.13137F80EDCEB632B746EAEA98A61CA1D2C7D00E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd6d44bf4d0654b33%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxOYfoBcEFB25OmuSMRhJgMHKJe4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="400" height="326" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd6d44bf4d0654b33%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331512146%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7A16C9F0D25BD461D4D89FF3AE3135490C2DDAB6.13137F80EDCEB632B746EAEA98A61CA1D2C7D00E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd6d44bf4d0654b33%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxOYfoBcEFB25OmuSMRhJgMHKJe4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030920781396601723-6605183740521914052?l=lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/6605183740521914052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3030920781396601723&amp;postID=6605183740521914052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/6605183740521914052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/6605183740521914052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/2009/10/video-of-princess-and-her-shoes.html' title='Video of Princess and her shoes'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344511588193857743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SsAQ8lsle_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/yESJeDjI4ck/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030920781396601723.post-7471360116724296100</id><published>2009-10-12T22:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T22:15:12.199-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, now to remember everything I've wanted to blog about lately. See, this is why I'm no good at blogging because I have all these great things to write but can't drop everything at that moment to blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...I've been having some great conversations with Lovebug lately. It's great when we just talk and talk. It's so wonderful to see him growing &amp;amp; developing in to such a little person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier tonight we were on our way home from dinner at a restaurant. Lovebug had decided that he deserved ice cream. While we were in the car, he said "Mommy, it's hard work". I asked him what was hard. He said "I want to eat ice cream". So apparently it was hard work to wait to get home to eat ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had a scoop of ice cream when we got home and then had an orange. Even those he's a picky eater and we're&lt;strike&gt; torturing&lt;/strike&gt; training him to eat better he at least eats fruits (more on that later). Hubby had given Princess her bath then brought her downstairs to say good night. I gave her a kiss and said "Good night Princess" like I do every night (yes, I say Princess). Then Lovebug gave her a hug and kiss and said "Night night Princess". Totally made us laugh! He's never called her Princess before. He then said "Night night Sissy" which is what he normally says to her and is his name for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to the eating, after the restaurant we went to Stop &amp;amp; Shop to get some groceries. I went to the produce section first to get some fruit. Lovebug first asked for apples, then some oranges and some plums. I'm so glad that he likes fruits so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess has been walking more &amp;amp; more, it's so awesome! She typically does really well unless Lovebug pushes her over which being a typical big brother he does a lot. But she's definitely getting better at it. And oh my goodness, the love of shoes she has! I brought her to the shoe store with me last weekend so I could get each of them a new pair of sneakers and get myself some new shoes. She was picking out shoes and trying to put them on, it was the sweetest thing. And she was so excited to put her new shoes on for the first time. She is definitely a girl with her love of shoes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030920781396601723-7471360116724296100?l=lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/7471360116724296100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3030920781396601723&amp;postID=7471360116724296100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/7471360116724296100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/7471360116724296100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/2009/10/ok-now-to-remember-everything-ive.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344511588193857743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SsAQ8lsle_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/yESJeDjI4ck/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030920781396601723.post-4246306241325944543</id><published>2009-10-06T20:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T20:59:33.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies Don't Keep</title><content type='html'>I saw a portion of this poem the other day in a store, I thought it was really sweet and of course had to track it down to find the whole poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth,&lt;br /&gt;Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,&lt;br /&gt;Hang out the washing, make up the bed,&lt;br /&gt;Sew on a button and butter the bread.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?&lt;br /&gt;She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, I've grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,&lt;br /&gt;Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye loo.&lt;br /&gt;Dishes are waiting and bills are past due&lt;br /&gt;Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew&lt;br /&gt;And out in the yard there's a hullabaloo&lt;br /&gt;But I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo&lt;br /&gt;Look! Aren't his eyes the most wonderful hue?&lt;br /&gt;Lullabye, rockaby lullabye loo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;But children grow up as I've learned to my sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Ruth Hulbert Hamilton&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030920781396601723-4246306241325944543?l=lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/4246306241325944543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3030920781396601723&amp;postID=4246306241325944543' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/4246306241325944543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/4246306241325944543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/2009/10/babies-dont-keep.html' title='Babies Don&apos;t Keep'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344511588193857743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SsAQ8lsle_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/yESJeDjI4ck/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030920781396601723.post-154825527946484071</id><published>2009-10-04T08:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T08:34:24.481-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Princess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lovebug'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walking'/><title type='text'>I want my rug back and Princess walking</title><content type='html'>We had hardwood floors put in our living room/dining room a couple of months ago and had the old carpet ripped up. The other night Lovebug was running from the kitchen to the dining room and tripped over the seam between the 2 rooms. He fell but really not hard and didn't get hurt. However, the first thing he said to me was "I want my rug back", meaning that he wanted us to put the carpet back in, definitely a much softer landing surface. I explained to him that we weren't going to do that. We then went upstairs to start bedtime and he was quite happy to see the carpet upstairs in the hallway, LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just because I always have so many funny stories about Lovebug I feel I should include some stuff on Princess. She is starting to walk a lot more, she's finally not walking all funny looking. She still gets SO excited though when she walks so she ends up making herself fall over. But she walked all the way across our kitchen the other day and is doing more &amp;amp; more everday. Ahhh, maybe I won't be carrying her until she's 18, LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030920781396601723-154825527946484071?l=lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/154825527946484071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3030920781396601723&amp;postID=154825527946484071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/154825527946484071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/154825527946484071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-want-my-rug-back-and-princess-walking.html' title='I want my rug back and Princess walking'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344511588193857743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SsAQ8lsle_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/yESJeDjI4ck/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030920781396601723.post-1857695185482598317</id><published>2009-10-03T12:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T12:03:24.522-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I don't like snotty people...or maybe I'm the snotty one...</title><content type='html'>So, I was at The Little Gym with Lovebug this morning. It was "bring a friend week", we didn't bring a friend. There was a little girl that brought her friend (and his mom). The little boys older sister also came. This was a class for 2-3 year olds (that Lovebug is in) and the older sister was about 7 or 8. At the beginning of class Miss Laurie told the older kids that were there that they had to sit by the wall and watch because it was a class for younger kids. One girl sat there perfectly fine throughout the whole class (her sister is a paying student). The sister of the guest sat there for about 5 minutes and that was it. During free play this older sister was up on the high bar, standing up on it and holding on to the bar higher up. One of the workers had to come in and tell her to get down. While this girl was up there, her mother was on the other side of the room not paying any attention. Now, what do you think would've happened if this girl happened to fall and get hurt?!? Of course, then it would've been the gyms fault and not the fault of the mother or the girl that didn't listen to the rules. When the mother found out that they had said something to her daughter, she looked annoyed! Ok, what the heck are you annoyed at?!? The fact that you're there AS A GUEST and not paying for it, it's a class for 2-3 year olds and you're letting your older child run around as if it's her class. Maybe it's that sense of entitlement that people these days seem to have, I really thought that was only the younger generation but apparently not.&lt;br /&gt;So, is it her that's snotty for thinking she's entitled or is it me who thinks it's wrong that I pay good money to bring my child to that class and don't think people should take advantage of it who aren't paying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this isn't a snotty story, just sort of funny. There's a little boy in the class who likes to sit in Miss Laurie's lap at the beginning of class and at the end when we do the welcome &amp;amp; good-bye song. He sat there during the welcome song but for the good-bye song, some other little boy sat there. This kid threw a FIT!!! He was telling his mom it wasn't fair, to be honest I didn't hear her response but I hope she told him that it was fair because he sat there at the beginning of class and now it was someone elses turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes, and that reminds me of another snotty story!! During the instruction part of the class the kids were working on their monkey jumps. The good kids in the class wait their turn patiently. The kids whose parents apparently don't know how to discipline are getting in everyone elses way and trying to go over and over again. I swear that Miss Laurie is a saint and not telling the parents to control their children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know someone is probably thinking that they're there to have fun and they should be able to play and I totally agree. But when each child is told to wait their turn and kids just don't listen, why can't the parent get up and move them to another area of the gym. There's plenty of things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, again is it me that's snotty for thinking that a child should be taught to wait their turn or is it them for thinking that their child can go over &amp;amp; over again and not give the other children a chance? Hmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030920781396601723-1857695185482598317?l=lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/1857695185482598317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3030920781396601723&amp;postID=1857695185482598317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/1857695185482598317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/1857695185482598317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/2009/10/why-i-dont-like-snotty-peopleor-maybe.html' title='Why I don&apos;t like snotty people...or maybe I&apos;m the snotty one...'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344511588193857743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SsAQ8lsle_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/yESJeDjI4ck/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030920781396601723.post-2017115019375618067</id><published>2009-10-03T08:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T11:49:13.883-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Princess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Little Gym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lovebug'/><title type='text'>I'm so glad he knows his name...</title><content type='html'>This morning Lovebug was in the bathroom with me while I was doing my  &lt;br /&gt;hair. We were having a conversation about &lt;a href="http://www.tlgavonct.com/"&gt;The Little Gym&lt;/a&gt;. He loves his  &lt;br /&gt;teacher Miss Laurie. I told him (like I do every Saturday) that  &lt;br /&gt;Princess goes first then he goes. He said he didn't want Sissy (his  &lt;br /&gt;name for Princess) to go. Trying to reason with him I said that  &lt;br /&gt;Princess goes to the little kid class and is a Bird.  And that he goes  &lt;br /&gt;to the big kid class and is a Super Beast. He thought about it and  &lt;br /&gt;said "Sissy is a bird?". I said "Yes and you're a Super Beast.". And  &lt;br /&gt;what is his natural response to that?  No I'm First name last name (  &lt;br /&gt;and that loses all it's humor not using real names). And then he said  &lt;br /&gt;and Sissy is Sissy Last name. I really think that he believes that  &lt;br /&gt;Princesses first name is Sissy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030920781396601723-2017115019375618067?l=lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/2017115019375618067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3030920781396601723&amp;postID=2017115019375618067' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/2017115019375618067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/2017115019375618067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-morning-lovebug-was-in-bathroom.html' title='I&apos;m so glad he knows his name...'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344511588193857743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SsAQ8lsle_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/yESJeDjI4ck/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030920781396601723.post-2508034018962550215</id><published>2009-09-28T12:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T12:34:57.306-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Princess'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iPhone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lovebug'/><title type='text'>When you teach your toddler to use your iPhone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SsDjusoiKiI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Tm6OJYdch7Q/s1600-h/photo-794257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386555545729772066" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SsDjusoiKiI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Tm6OJYdch7Q/s320/photo-794257.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;...this is what you end up with in your pictures.&amp;nbsp;Lovebug was apparently using the Curious George Coloring Book app (his new favorite) and saved this to my pictures. I assume that Curious George is somewhere underneath all of the hearts but it's hard to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;Yes, both of my toddlers have an obsession with my phone. Bad, I know! I've created monsters. The picture below was taken when I asked Princess to show me her shirt. She stood up to show it to me and then proceeded to walk to me (a huge accomplishment since she's still against walking all the time). As she was walking towards me, she was saying "I see" the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;I have found that Lovebug knowing how to use my phone though does have its benefits. If I want him to be quiet while we're somewhere I just hand it to him and he's happy. I have a page of apps that are just for him (Wheels on the Bus, Old McDonald, Monkey's Jumping on the Bed and now Curious George coloring app). He loves them all. He also knows how to scroll through the pictures and watch videos. He occasionally tries to send an email but so far he hasn't figured that out, phew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;The other day he wanted to go with me to watch Sissy (his name for Princess) at The Little Gym. I took him along. He sat out in the viewing area and watched her whole close. Part way through I gave him my phone just to make sure he stayed quiet (he is not even 3 yet afterall). He played with it until the class was over. When I went out after class the father that was sitting out there, commented on how amazed he was that Lovebug knew how to use the phone so well and was scrolling through pictures. He even knew how to go to the menu and find the next thing he wanted to play with. *sigh* yes I have definitely created a monster...&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/3030920781396601723-2508034018962550215?l=lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/2508034018962550215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3030920781396601723&amp;postID=2508034018962550215' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/2508034018962550215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/2508034018962550215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_5977.html' title='When you teach your toddler to use your iPhone...'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344511588193857743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SsAQ8lsle_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/yESJeDjI4ck/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SsDjusoiKiI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Tm6OJYdch7Q/s72-c/photo-794257.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030920781396601723.post-5854316574859657366</id><published>2009-09-28T12:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T12:27:48.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SsDjoBqH_fI/AAAAAAAAAFM/f77_SQM0VRg/s1600-h/photo-768055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386555431114505714" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SsDjoBqH_fI/AAAAAAAAAFM/f77_SQM0VRg/s320/photo-768055.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;Ah HA!!! I just sent this to my blog from my phone...woo hoo! Glad to see that it worked. The story about this picture will be included in the blog above.&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/3030920781396601723-5854316574859657366?l=lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/5854316574859657366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3030920781396601723&amp;postID=5854316574859657366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/5854316574859657366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/5854316574859657366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344511588193857743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SsAQ8lsle_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/yESJeDjI4ck/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SsDjoBqH_fI/AAAAAAAAAFM/f77_SQM0VRg/s72-c/photo-768055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030920781396601723.post-5042956887794387831</id><published>2009-09-27T16:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T16:18:15.883-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hartford Belle'/><title type='text'>Labor Day pictures</title><content type='html'>These pictures were taken on Labor Day on The Hartford Belle. &lt;a href="http://www.hartfordbelle.com/"&gt;www.hartfordbelle.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/Sr_IR-TrWuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/rNj1O4vNQyU/s1600-h/DSC_0011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/Sr_IR-TrWuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/rNj1O4vNQyU/s320/DSC_0011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/Sr_IECZRqhI/AAAAAAAAACw/yoNCRDu9ABU/s1600-h/DSC_0020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/Sr_IECZRqhI/AAAAAAAAACw/yoNCRDu9ABU/s320/DSC_0020.jpg" /&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/3030920781396601723-5042956887794387831?l=lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/5042956887794387831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3030920781396601723&amp;postID=5042956887794387831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/5042956887794387831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/5042956887794387831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/2009/09/labor-day-pictures.html' title='Labor Day pictures'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344511588193857743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SsAQ8lsle_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/yESJeDjI4ck/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/Sr_IR-TrWuI/AAAAAAAAAC4/rNj1O4vNQyU/s72-c/DSC_0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030920781396601723.post-1370848340447609295</id><published>2009-09-27T16:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T16:12:13.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/Sr_HE1a7HbI/AAAAAAAAACo/BT1wXF--LGc/s1600-h/widmer+fin+297.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/Sr_HE1a7HbI/AAAAAAAAACo/BT1wXF--LGc/s320/widmer+fin+297.jpg" /&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/3030920781396601723-1370848340447609295?l=lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/1370848340447609295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3030920781396601723&amp;postID=1370848340447609295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/1370848340447609295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/1370848340447609295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344511588193857743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SsAQ8lsle_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/yESJeDjI4ck/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/Sr_HE1a7HbI/AAAAAAAAACo/BT1wXF--LGc/s72-c/widmer+fin+297.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030920781396601723.post-7728778684580934554</id><published>2009-09-27T08:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T08:48:24.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not your typical blog</title><content type='html'>I should warn everyone now that this isn't going to be your typical blog with long posts that talk about so much. My life just doesn't allow for that, so instead each post will most likely be a small snipit. I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030920781396601723-7728778684580934554?l=lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/7728778684580934554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3030920781396601723&amp;postID=7728778684580934554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/7728778684580934554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/7728778684580934554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-your-typical-blog.html' title='Not your typical blog'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344511588193857743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SsAQ8lsle_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/yESJeDjI4ck/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030920781396601723.post-2304727648805197870</id><published>2009-09-27T08:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T15:56:48.136-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lovebug'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paint'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blush'/><title type='text'>You put your paint on?</title><content type='html'>Yes, that's what Lovebug said to me the other morning as he watched me put on my make-up before leaving for work. He considers my "paint" to be my blush. Hubby says it's because the blush brush looks like a paint brush and I guess that makes sense. It does make me laugh in the morning though that Lovebug says to me "You put your blush on mommy". It really is very cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030920781396601723-2304727648805197870?l=lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/2304727648805197870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3030920781396601723&amp;postID=2304727648805197870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/2304727648805197870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/2304727648805197870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-put-your-paint-on.html' title='You put your paint on?'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344511588193857743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SsAQ8lsle_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/yESJeDjI4ck/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030920781396601723.post-3212069548833429267</id><published>2009-09-24T21:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T15:50:30.739-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The innocence of an almost 3 year old</title><content type='html'>Tonight as I was getting Lovebug ready for his bath, he was really whiney. I said to him "it must be hard being 2 years and 10 months old, huh?" His response was "No, I'm Lovebug". (of course he used his real name and not Lovebug) Totally cracked me up. It was similar to the other night when I called him my little monkey and he told me that no he was Lovebug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030920781396601723-3212069548833429267?l=lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/3212069548833429267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3030920781396601723&amp;postID=3212069548833429267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/3212069548833429267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/3212069548833429267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/2009/09/innocence-of-almost-3-year-old.html' title='The innocence of an almost 3 year old'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344511588193857743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SsAQ8lsle_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/yESJeDjI4ck/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030920781396601723.post-3542799890853877914</id><published>2009-09-20T09:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T15:56:08.569-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to get back to blogging</title><content type='html'>Now that it's been almost a year since I set up this blog and last updated it, I think it's time to try again. I figure I will use this as a place to capture the many funny things that happen in our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovebug keeps wanting to sing his ABC's. They go something like this A, B, C, D...won't you sing with me. Or other times he says: A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, Momo, P, Q, R, S, T, U, V, W, X, Y, Z, etc, etc. The funny part in there is the Momo for M, N, O. Momo is what he calls my mom, apparently he thinks she's part of the ABC's, it's really the funniest thing when he does it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I thought I'd get back into my Sunday morning walk. What I failed to realize is that a month has passed since the last time we went for a walk and it's darn cold out in the morning. I didn't pack a blanket or anything to put over Princess, I at least remembered her jacket. But at only 49 degrees it was a bit chilly so we only walked for about 10 minutes. Oh well, we tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, another funny Lovebug story. We are trying to get him to eat new foods, so we can get him off his jelly sandwich or chicken nugget diet before we go to Disney. We are using some bribery to do it. The other night we were trying to get him to eat Spaghetti. The other night I was bribing him with M&amp;amp;M's for every couple of bites of spaghetti he had. He looked at Hubby, completely seriously and said "You eat your spaghetti daddy and you can have M&amp;amp;M's". Ahh, gotta love the mind of a toddler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there's many more funny things that have happened but they have slipped my mind right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030920781396601723-3542799890853877914?l=lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/3542799890853877914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3030920781396601723&amp;postID=3542799890853877914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/3542799890853877914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/3542799890853877914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/2009/09/trying-to-get-back-to-blogging.html' title='Trying to get back to blogging'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344511588193857743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SsAQ8lsle_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/yESJeDjI4ck/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030920781396601723.post-869212417421761232</id><published>2008-11-03T20:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T15:55:04.291-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Weekend...well Sunday and a bit of Monday</title><content type='html'>We went to Toys r Us to look at train tables for Lovebug's birthday present. We did find what we want but didn't buy it yet because I had coupons at home. At any rate, I was pushing Lovebug in the carriage. &amp;nbsp;I left the carriage outside the store when we were done and carried Lovebug to the car, then we drove to Red Robin. I went to get Lovebug out of the van and realized that I didn't have my diaper bag/pocketbook, ACK!!! So, Hubby put Princess back in the van and ran across the parking lot while I drove over there. Of course that shopping cart was gone! He went into the store to ask at the desk about it and also search the store but no luck. He tried calling my cell phone but it was on vibrate so that didn't help much. As I was sitting outside the store in the van a lady came up and asked me if I lost my bag. She had it. She said that she didn't want to give it to management because she didn't trust them. She was going to call me. I checked and my credit cards were still in it as well as a gift card so I'm assuming all is well. Now I guess she could've written down my credit card numbers so I'll watch them carefully but she looked trustworthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lovebug hasn't been feeling well lately. He has a really bad cough and hasn't been eating well. The pediatrician says we just have to let it run its course so that's what we'll do. The poor little guy is losing his voice though, he sounds so pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Princess is doing great! She has started grabbing her feet when she's on her back and it's the cutest thing. She's very ticklish. If you rub the bottom of her feet, her tummy or her thighs she'll laugh away. I also fed her real food again tonight, cereal &amp;amp; green beans. She did really well with it. She's such a boob girl that it's been hard to feed her. I think I found the trick tonight to nurse her a bit first when I get home from work, then feed her at dinner time with us and she's much more agreeable then.&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/3030920781396601723-869212417421761232?l=lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/869212417421761232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3030920781396601723&amp;postID=869212417421761232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/869212417421761232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/869212417421761232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/2008/11/weekendwell-sunday-and-bit-of-monday.html' title='The Weekend...well Sunday and a bit of Monday'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344511588193857743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SsAQ8lsle_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/yESJeDjI4ck/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030920781396601723.post-3301464589187368840</id><published>2008-11-01T22:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T15:53:18.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wiggles &amp; "Woof, woof"</title><content type='html'>Hubby &amp;amp; I brought Lovebug to see The Wiggles this afternoon. At first I don't think he knew what to think. As soon as The Wiggles came on stage in their big red car singing "Toot, toot, chugga, chugga, big red car" his face lit right up and he realized where we were. He had a great time. He of course loved seeing Dorothy his favorite character. We made a sign to hold up that said "Lovebug loves Dorothy" and it was spotted by Murray. We also brought roses for her and a dog bone for Wags. The seats were expensive but I think they were well worth it, we were sitting about 10 rows back from the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were annoyed though because we couldn't bring our camera in. The website says that you can use a camera just not a recording device however what it doesn't tell you is that the only type of camera that's acceptable is a little point &amp;amp; shoot. So we weren't able to get any pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went for dinner at my parents house. Lovebug had a cough all day and it seemed to be getting worse. Hubby had made a comment about how he hoped it wasn't croup. I said, if it was it would be more of a barky cough. Right on cue, Lovebug went "woof, woof". Honestly, it couldn't have been any funnier. We were all in hysterics. He was apparently paying attention to what we were saying and thought he should bark when I said the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are now waiting for the pediatrician to call back. He's been coughing since we put him to bed and he has a fever of 102, poor little guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I should mention Princess and not make this all about Lovebug. She's doing great though so there's not much to report today. I'm hoping that daylight savings doesn't mess up her sleep too much!&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/3030920781396601723-3301464589187368840?l=lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/3301464589187368840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3030920781396601723&amp;postID=3301464589187368840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/3301464589187368840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/3301464589187368840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/2008/11/wiggles-woof-woof.html' title='The Wiggles &amp; &quot;Woof, woof&quot;'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344511588193857743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SsAQ8lsle_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/yESJeDjI4ck/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3030920781396601723.post-1710948404415972185</id><published>2008-11-01T22:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T15:51:42.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SQ0Om0jBw6I/AAAAAAAAACc/yKYCpQlE8nc/s1600-h/dylan-olivia-halloween-08.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263879599569355682" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SQ0Om0jBw6I/AAAAAAAAACc/yKYCpQlE8nc/s320/dylan-olivia-halloween-08.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 230px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time Trick or Treating on Halloween. Lovebug was Yoda and Princess was Princess Leia. Lovebug wanted to be carried the whole time which made for a long night for Hubby. He had a good time though. He said "trick or treat" once to a neighbor but that's all we could get him to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a picture we had taken at the photographer on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3030920781396601723-1710948404415972185?l=lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/feeds/1710948404415972185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3030920781396601723&amp;postID=1710948404415972185' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/1710948404415972185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3030920781396601723/posts/default/1710948404415972185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovebugandprincess.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Jaime</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05344511588193857743</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SsAQ8lsle_I/AAAAAAAAAEc/yESJeDjI4ck/S220/photo-5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_C3kJXRM99dE/SQ0Om0jBw6I/AAAAAAAAACc/yKYCpQlE8nc/s72-c/dylan-olivia-halloween-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
