<?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-15710876</id><updated>2012-01-31T15:52:59.255-06:00</updated><category term='silly'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='animals'/><category term='toddlerspeak'/><category term='TV'/><category term='radio'/><category term='injuries'/><category term='oh baby'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='disney'/><category term='crazycakes'/><category term='movies'/><category term='bugs'/><category term='books'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='she&apos;s crafty'/><category term='poop'/><category term='grrr'/><category term='goings on'/><category term='pop'/><category term='potty'/><category term='Poland'/><category term='interweb'/><category term='jump'/><category term='explanations'/><category term='KISS'/><category term='Simon says'/><category term='artsy fartsy'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='remember that'/><category term='food'/><category term='family'/><category term='concerts'/><category term='video'/><category term='pumpkin'/><category term='sick'/><category term='not my typical post'/><category term='cake'/><category term='work'/><category term='observation'/><title type='text'>weesher weesh</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>427</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-2172077318769574557</id><published>2012-01-31T12:55:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T13:32:18.786-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artsy fartsy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='she&apos;s crafty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Preschool Craft Time</title><content type='html'>Finding &lt;strike&gt;junk to occupy the boys&lt;/strike&gt; crafts the boys can both do is difficult because A. Jonas (2.5 years old) is 80 times more destructive than Simon (3.5 years old), B. Simon can (sort of) use scissors a little but Jonas cannot, C. Jonas still puts things in his mouth, D. Jonas wants to do everything Simon does, and E. I usually have a Baby Charlotte on my hip.  So unless I want paint/glue/marker/blood all over my home, my options are pretty limited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I had an idea last week... toilet paper tubes + pipecleaners = sculptures.  Even better, add googly eyes &amp;amp; a bit of marker and you've got monsters! I already had all these things in the craft/activity cabinet. Here's the super easy how to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Gather your supplies [pipecleaners, toilet paper tube(s), hole punch, glue (I used tacky glue), googly eyes, marker(s)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0HwQAyrew-g/Tyg6oMNSGII/AAAAAAAAAsU/FlHxlns_JYE/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0HwQAyrew-g/Tyg6oMNSGII/AAAAAAAAAsU/FlHxlns_JYE/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703873390210848898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C-cNeJIlaDM/Tyg6oX9M94I/AAAAAAAAAsg/9gquUYR391Q/s1600/DSC_0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C-cNeJIlaDM/Tyg6oX9M94I/AAAAAAAAAsg/9gquUYR391Q/s320/DSC_0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703873393364629378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Punch some holes in the toilet paper tube.  [I did 8 holes]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ACAwgRgeinQ/Tyg6nwlEjzI/AAAAAAAAAsI/H329or68uyI/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ACAwgRgeinQ/Tyg6nwlEjzI/AAAAAAAAAsI/H329or68uyI/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703873382794432306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Give the tube &amp;amp; pipecleaners to your kid(s) and let 'em have at it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QrRBGusWY6M/Tyg-A1_R0MI/AAAAAAAAAtE/9Rk_Z3a66vY/s1600/DSC_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QrRBGusWY6M/Tyg-A1_R0MI/AAAAAAAAAtE/9Rk_Z3a66vY/s320/DSC_0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703877112278143170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Hand your kid(s) a marker and let 'em have at it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Help your kid(s) glue some googly eyes on their creation(s).  [I guess some kids could do this step themselves, especially if they're older, but mine can't be trusted.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Photograph the creation(s) for posterity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--fo_E_rGglc/Tyg6o7ae1nI/AAAAAAAAAss/z_RRL7riIZk/s1600/DSC_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--fo_E_rGglc/Tyg6o7ae1nI/AAAAAAAAAss/z_RRL7riIZk/s320/DSC_0013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703873402882676338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Simon's monster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3bIlaTuf2Ko/Tyg6pJ0jO0I/AAAAAAAAAs4/WZIZQ0rmwPM/s1600/DSC_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3bIlaTuf2Ko/Tyg6pJ0jO0I/AAAAAAAAAs4/WZIZQ0rmwPM/s320/DSC_0014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703873406750112578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jonas' monster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Be prepared for meltdowns when the monster is inevitably destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This occupied the kids for quite some time.  Plus, almost a week later, They're still playing with (what's left of) their monsters!  I think I win with this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If you have older kids or want to take more time preparing, you could cover the tube with some pretty paper, too, but I'd do that before punching the holes.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-2172077318769574557?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/2172077318769574557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=2172077318769574557' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/2172077318769574557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/2172077318769574557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2012/01/preschool-craft-time.html' title='Preschool Craft Time'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0HwQAyrew-g/Tyg6oMNSGII/AAAAAAAAAsU/FlHxlns_JYE/s72-c/DSC_0005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-460128113883131419</id><published>2012-01-17T13:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T13:53:51.266-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goings on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Baby Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V0QohbJf60U/TxXRBCdMNiI/AAAAAAAAAr8/iPB0OCVlJLg/s1600/DSC_0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V0QohbJf60U/TxXRBCdMNiI/AAAAAAAAAr8/iPB0OCVlJLg/s320/DSC_0021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698690719276611106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've suspected that this one craves texture in her food for a while now.  She definitely prefers to feed herself and is all about little finger foods.  Charlotte is 7 1/2 months and refuses most baby food after a few bites (except stage 3 which is chunkier).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an idea get her to eat the food we already bought her: try mixing Rice Krispies type cereal in with her baby food!  The baby cereal is too fine and would take too much to get texture, but it doesn't take much regular cereal.  I just tried it (as in 5 minutes ago) and she ate it all up! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-prCKLAorbfM/TxXRBE8dFeI/AAAAAAAAArw/Wa465yCfQsU/s1600/DSC_0071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-prCKLAorbfM/TxXRBE8dFeI/AAAAAAAAArw/Wa465yCfQsU/s320/DSC_0071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698690719944611298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!  Now we're all happy!  Oh, and she got her first tooth last night, too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-460128113883131419?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/460128113883131419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=460128113883131419' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/460128113883131419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/460128113883131419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2012/01/baby-food.html' title='Baby Food'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V0QohbJf60U/TxXRBCdMNiI/AAAAAAAAAr8/iPB0OCVlJLg/s72-c/DSC_0021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-229166182934359970</id><published>2012-01-11T12:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T12:54:09.271-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simon says'/><title type='text'>An Impromptu Prayer from Simon...</title><content type='html'>Simon: Thank you, God, for our food, for Mommy and for &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/File:Stay-puft-marshmallow-man.jpg"&gt;Marshmallow Man&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: That was a nice little prayer, Simon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon:  That wasn't me, it was &lt;a href="http://www.pollsb.com/photos/o/48741-slimer.jpg"&gt;Slimer&lt;/a&gt; saying that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He was playing with a plush Slimer toy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-229166182934359970?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/229166182934359970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=229166182934359970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/229166182934359970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/229166182934359970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2012/01/impromptu-prayer-from-simon.html' title='An Impromptu Prayer from Simon...'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-3757058371665532076</id><published>2012-01-05T10:04:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T10:17:54.539-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlerspeak'/><title type='text'>Knock Knock</title><content type='html'>The boys have really been into knock-knock jokes lately.  Here are two Jonas (age 2) made up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Knock knock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pee Wee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pee Wee who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pee Weeeeeeeeeeeeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d0iVXnqG7pc/TwXLxKoFPZI/AAAAAAAAArc/Z5O60pHIukQ/s1600/DSC_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d0iVXnqG7pc/TwXLxKoFPZI/AAAAAAAAArc/Z5O60pHIukQ/s320/DSC_0041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694181349406358930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Knock knock!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ghostbusters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ghostbusters who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They're GUYS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, he doesn't quite get it, but he sure is cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-me4KPmgGdH4/TwXLwq3ALsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/fnw0BRao-9U/s1600/DSC_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-me4KPmgGdH4/TwXLwq3ALsI/AAAAAAAAArQ/fnw0BRao-9U/s320/DSC_0044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694181340879007426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-3757058371665532076?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/3757058371665532076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=3757058371665532076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/3757058371665532076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/3757058371665532076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2012/01/knock-knock.html' title='Knock Knock'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d0iVXnqG7pc/TwXLxKoFPZI/AAAAAAAAArc/Z5O60pHIukQ/s72-c/DSC_0041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-1503588432927779516</id><published>2011-12-24T15:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T15:18:53.937-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas 2011!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gUJPH7gvIa0/TvZBfQfHXzI/AAAAAAAAArE/UGb3AG8_5j0/s1600/xmas2011_5x7_front2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gUJPH7gvIa0/TvZBfQfHXzI/AAAAAAAAArE/UGb3AG8_5j0/s320/xmas2011_5x7_front2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689807184486424370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-1503588432927779516?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/1503588432927779516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=1503588432927779516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/1503588432927779516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/1503588432927779516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas-2011.html' title='Merry Christmas 2011!'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gUJPH7gvIa0/TvZBfQfHXzI/AAAAAAAAArE/UGb3AG8_5j0/s72-c/xmas2011_5x7_front2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-8544449134493965967</id><published>2011-12-13T11:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T11:51:01.507-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simon says'/><title type='text'>When Simon Grows Up</title><content type='html'>Simon was talking to me about when he grows up.  He is currently three and a half.  Here is the gist of the conversation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Simon grows up and is big and a daddy, he will have three offices, but he will not have a guitar.  His kids will have guitars and flutes and pianos, though.  He will have three boys and four girls and they will like him.  His friend Nella will be the mommy and she will stay home and hold the kids all the time.  Nella will do the laundry and Simon will cook dinner.  He will come home from work real quick to cook dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of his three offices, one is for making robot toys, one is for making Spiderman toys and one is for doing his work.  He will work on his computer.  He will also sleep at his office but he will come home before his kids wake up in the morning.  At nighttime, his kids will sleep and Nella should sleep then, too.  Simon will drink coffee and juice at his office.  His kids will work making toys in the other offices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon will also be a Ghostbuster guy with Jonas, but that's not his job.  He and Jonas will "fight ghostes."  Simon's kids might also want to be Ghostbusters and there will be lots of seats in the ghostbusters van.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-8544449134493965967?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/8544449134493965967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=8544449134493965967' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/8544449134493965967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/8544449134493965967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2011/12/when-simon-grows-up.html' title='When Simon Grows Up'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-6962803300979589214</id><published>2011-11-30T14:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T15:03:52.183-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>This One Is 6 Months Old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2XWTInal6Ns/TtaVlr9CUhI/AAAAAAAAAqM/_1Dol1guDGE/s1600/DSC_0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2XWTInal6Ns/TtaVlr9CUhI/AAAAAAAAAqM/_1Dol1guDGE/s320/DSC_0009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680892454660887058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My babiest baby is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6 months old&lt;/span&gt;!  How crazy is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte (we often call her Charzie) now sits up on her own, a feat her brothers didn't do until at least a month later.  She loves to eat and is up to 3 meals of solids a day and eats stage 2 baby food.  I got her this device called the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Wean-Machine-Portable-Baby-Maker/dp/B0029WNNPQ/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1322686187&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;wean machine&lt;/a&gt; so she can eat table food sometimes, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FW9ZhwB5mzw/TtaVl5r1rsI/AAAAAAAAAqk/NCEq7wSMKCg/s1600/DSC_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FW9ZhwB5mzw/TtaVl5r1rsI/AAAAAAAAAqk/NCEq7wSMKCg/s320/DSC_0057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680892458346852034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is still quite the mama's girl and will freak out if she realizes I'm not around.  Charzie is soooooo wiggly and rarely stops kicking her legs.  She passes toys back &amp;amp; forth between her hands trying to find the perfect spot to stick in her mouth. She loves the sound of her own voice and will yell just to hear herself.  Her favorite game is Throw Things on the Floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte's favorite entertainment is when Simon &amp;amp; Jonas jump around.  She loves taking a bath with her brothers, but Jonas doesn't like when she splashes him.  Simon is absolutely in love with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JDKt9A_3Mw0/TtaVmhTIxvI/AAAAAAAAAqw/FNnHQ-o7SPo/s1600/DSC_0070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JDKt9A_3Mw0/TtaVmhTIxvI/AAAAAAAAAqw/FNnHQ-o7SPo/s320/DSC_0070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680892468980664050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charzie just started being a little bit better sleeper and will actually nap in her crib.  No teeth yet, but her gums have been swollen for a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you Charlotte!  You're the sweetest &amp;amp; smiliest baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jATa8Hd5UNY/TtaVl5O_bfI/AAAAAAAAAqU/BmmiMDw7y4s/s1600/DSC_0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jATa8Hd5UNY/TtaVl5O_bfI/AAAAAAAAAqU/BmmiMDw7y4s/s320/DSC_0039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680892458225855986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-6962803300979589214?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/6962803300979589214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=6962803300979589214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/6962803300979589214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/6962803300979589214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-one-is-6-months-old.html' title='This One Is 6 Months Old!'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2XWTInal6Ns/TtaVlr9CUhI/AAAAAAAAAqM/_1Dol1guDGE/s72-c/DSC_0009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-7924952141227657101</id><published>2011-11-09T16:18:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T16:30:55.302-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlerspeak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simon says'/><title type='text'>Simon's Christmas List</title><content type='html'>Simon &amp;amp; I were talking about his Christmas and things on his wishlist.  Here is some of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Jonas can have all the R2D2 things and I can have all the C3EPO (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes, we know it's C3PO&lt;/span&gt;) things and Charlotte can have Darth Vader... And a Lego house for the Star Wars toys... I don't want &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; of those things, just Star Wars toys, and a Spiderman costume, and bath toys.  And a bath ball like Charlotte's that jingles.  And Star Wars bath toys.  And a Spiderman bath toy.  And a Star Wars spaceship for the bath... (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;uninterpretable excited 3-year-old chatter&lt;/span&gt;) ... And a kiss on the cheek... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Jonas announced he had to poop and I didn't hear the rest of what Simon was saying.  But I did almost vomit because Jonas' poop reeked so badly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-7924952141227657101?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/7924952141227657101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=7924952141227657101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/7924952141227657101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/7924952141227657101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2011/11/simons-christmas-list.html' title='Simon&apos;s Christmas List'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-8490730024914097483</id><published>2011-11-04T18:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T18:14:12.275-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simon says'/><title type='text'>Simon's Halloween Drink Recipe</title><content type='html'>Here is Simon's Halloween Drink recipe:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First you put a candy in there [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a cup, I assume&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;Then you put a bubble gum&lt;br /&gt;And add some ice&lt;br /&gt;And some water&lt;br /&gt;And some juice&lt;br /&gt;Then you have a Halloweeeeen Drink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What 3-year-old wouldn't love this drink?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-8490730024914097483?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/8490730024914097483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=8490730024914097483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/8490730024914097483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/8490730024914097483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2011/11/simons-halloween-drink-recipe.html' title='Simon&apos;s Halloween Drink Recipe'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-8733763462706281377</id><published>2011-11-02T20:57:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T21:38:15.597-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goings on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>October, What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ayiwzG8hIaw/TrH2JDioWqI/AAAAAAAAAok/XheLtJq03Jg/s1600/DSC_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ayiwzG8hIaw/TrH2JDioWqI/AAAAAAAAAok/XheLtJq03Jg/s320/DSC_0077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670584041265978018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that I didn't have a single post in October.  Yeah, it's been crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids like to get up before 6:00 AM.&lt;br /&gt;My sister came to visit.&lt;br /&gt;We went to a pumpkin patch.&lt;br /&gt;Ate some Count Chocula, Frankenberry &amp;amp; Boo Berry cereals.&lt;br /&gt;Chase went out of town.&lt;br /&gt;My mom came to visit.&lt;br /&gt;Both boys are daytime potty trained.&lt;br /&gt;Jonas (the younger) wakes up dry in the morning maybe half the time.&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte eats 2 meals of solids a day.&lt;br /&gt;So far she likes oatmeal, rice cereal, green beans &amp;amp; carrots but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt; pears.&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte cries when her pears are gone.&lt;br /&gt;I went to my first concert since my first pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;The Avett Brothers rocked my face, but I felt old &amp;amp; unfashionable... (another post soon, I hope)&lt;br /&gt;The boys got their teeth cleaned at the dentist and did awesome.&lt;br /&gt;Simon loves The Nightmare Before Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;He thinks it's awesome that Mr. Oogey Boogey is made of bugs.&lt;br /&gt;I carved Mr. Oogey Boogey for my jack-o-lantern this year.&lt;br /&gt;I hosted a Halloweeney Playdate Party with a spooky snack contest.&lt;br /&gt;I made skeletons on lollipop sticks using marshmallows &amp;amp; yogurt-covered pretzels.&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte is 5 months old!&lt;br /&gt;Chase's parents came to visit.&lt;br /&gt;My BFF Keli brought her kids down for my party &amp;amp; to trick-or-treat.&lt;br /&gt;Our kids were a BLT sandwich for Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's pretty much my October.  Now here are the pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WGC51ZMJ-vg/TrH3Cp7sv7I/AAAAAAAAAps/4zyCiqKm4FU/s1600/DSC_0111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WGC51ZMJ-vg/TrH3Cp7sv7I/AAAAAAAAAps/4zyCiqKm4FU/s320/DSC_0111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670585030824214450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o4oAICeB550/TrH3DdilM8I/AAAAAAAAAp4/pL5fiWViFH4/s1600/DSC_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o4oAICeB550/TrH3DdilM8I/AAAAAAAAAp4/pL5fiWViFH4/s320/DSC_0023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670585044677505986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DQm2krjmTqg/TrH2JXtexsI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ypp9OILXxB4/s1600/DSC_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DQm2krjmTqg/TrH2JXtexsI/AAAAAAAAAow/Ypp9OILXxB4/s320/DSC_0057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670584046680196802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7vkvoW1BlM8/TrH2KeqLI4I/AAAAAAAAApE/_uYbADaoC9Q/s1600/DSC_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sB7B_3CaOr0/TrH2J7afw0I/AAAAAAAAAo8/ikKA7zeqUlc/s1600/DSC_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sB7B_3CaOr0/TrH2J7afw0I/AAAAAAAAAo8/ikKA7zeqUlc/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670584056264246082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7vkvoW1BlM8/TrH2KeqLI4I/AAAAAAAAApE/_uYbADaoC9Q/s1600/DSC_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7vkvoW1BlM8/TrH2KeqLI4I/AAAAAAAAApE/_uYbADaoC9Q/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670584065725244290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gvYJSzcG8iQ/TrH3CZe2AII/AAAAAAAAApg/Xe9Qo0CcFTE/s1600/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gvYJSzcG8iQ/TrH3CZe2AII/AAAAAAAAApg/Xe9Qo0CcFTE/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670585026408218754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e6bdaW3ryYI/TrH2KiDsn-I/AAAAAAAAApU/2ockdVetZ2c/s1600/DSC_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-e6bdaW3ryYI/TrH2KiDsn-I/AAAAAAAAApU/2ockdVetZ2c/s320/DSC_0018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670584066637602786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;BLT Sandwich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bread- Nella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tomato- Silas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bacon- Jonas (of course)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lettuce- Charlotte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bread- Simon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-8733763462706281377?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/8733763462706281377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=8733763462706281377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/8733763462706281377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/8733763462706281377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2011/11/october-what.html' title='October, What?'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail 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allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-722525608348199346?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/722525608348199346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=722525608348199346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/722525608348199346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/722525608348199346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2011/09/wiggly-charlotte.html' title='Wiggly Charlotte'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/fbQxiylJ6Fg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-4546970242898208500</id><published>2011-09-25T14:23:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T14:41:27.763-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goings on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Big Eater</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oYG2iO8XR5E/Tn9_8s01gLI/AAAAAAAAAn0/A5jjYzWdK04/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oYG2iO8XR5E/Tn9_8s01gLI/AAAAAAAAAn0/A5jjYzWdK04/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656380337802281138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Charlotte has been wanting food, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt; food, since she was two months old.  I let her start on rice cereal on Friday.  She loved it.  She looked very much like Jonas eating it, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-khgTc1478mw/Tn9_8jX5OKI/AAAAAAAAAn8/CmyaoimWu8Q/s1600/DSC_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-khgTc1478mw/Tn9_8jX5OKI/AAAAAAAAAn8/CmyaoimWu8Q/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656380335264970914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IvvWbtGXj_k/Tn9_8_XjAuI/AAAAAAAAAoE/tYBb09p3lVA/s1600/DSC_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IvvWbtGXj_k/Tn9_8_XjAuI/AAAAAAAAAoE/tYBb09p3lVA/s320/DSC_0014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656380342779708130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She ate almost all the cereal and got much more in than out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you can compare for yourself, here's Jonas and his first rice cereal experience:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru5IFil_mng/Tn-BGUX8TVI/AAAAAAAAAoM/GIVL8uU19n4/s1600/DSC_0306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ru5IFil_mng/Tn-BGUX8TVI/AAAAAAAAAoM/GIVL8uU19n4/s320/DSC_0306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656381602548960594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was pregnant with Charlotte, I told Chase that if she was as cute as Jonas, we're all in big trouble...  Yeah, we're in big trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Simon's cute, too, just not chubby blonde baby cute. I guess I never blogged Jonas' first food, but &lt;a href="http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2008/08/baby-si-is-growing.html"&gt;here's Simon's&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-4546970242898208500?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/4546970242898208500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=4546970242898208500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/4546970242898208500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/4546970242898208500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2011/09/big-eater.html' title='Big Eater'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oYG2iO8XR5E/Tn9_8s01gLI/AAAAAAAAAn0/A5jjYzWdK04/s72-c/DSC_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-6371589226756242576</id><published>2011-09-23T13:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T13:47:28.522-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='she&apos;s crafty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goings on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Things Just Got Spookier Up In Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V-13H8spE18/TnzN8guplSI/AAAAAAAAAnU/vzl0toc7cME/s1600/DSC_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V-13H8spE18/TnzN8guplSI/AAAAAAAAAnU/vzl0toc7cME/s320/DSC_0031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655621671531943202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished my Halloween banner and hung it up!  Yay!  (I used scrapbook paper, black feathers, a hole punch &amp;amp; some twine.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k0ZDkxcZXSE/TnzN8Lx3IwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/m3A7zcgST74/s1600/DSC_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k0ZDkxcZXSE/TnzN8Lx3IwI/AAAAAAAAAnM/m3A7zcgST74/s320/DSC_0029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655621665908269826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is pretty much my favorite holiday.  I have a fondness for spooky things (as do my kids) and dressing up in costumes is just so fun.  The kids were playing in the Halloween box the other day and I snapped a few pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mDQMZk-UxuI/TnzN9FwxF2I/AAAAAAAAAnc/6IKONCCdn-A/s1600/DSC_0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mDQMZk-UxuI/TnzN9FwxF2I/AAAAAAAAAnc/6IKONCCdn-A/s320/DSC_0021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655621681472935778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Simon in a wig &amp;amp; ringmaster hat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LSTrGeTLAuU/TnzN9y5OB-I/AAAAAAAAAns/qrcDm849OCU/s1600/DSC_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LSTrGeTLAuU/TnzN9y5OB-I/AAAAAAAAAns/qrcDm849OCU/s320/DSC_0045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655621693587982306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jonas sporting the hat from Simon's lawn gnome costume from 2 years ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-plw7eHzLRWw/TnzN9Yr5f3I/AAAAAAAAAnk/ATWdoGtUt50/s1600/DSC_0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-plw7eHzLRWw/TnzN9Yr5f3I/AAAAAAAAAnk/ATWdoGtUt50/s320/DSC_0033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655621686552788850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Charlotte looking kinda creepy but a lot cute in the wig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That's enough for now, I've gotta go clean up my mess from making the banner...&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/15710876-6371589226756242576?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/6371589226756242576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=6371589226756242576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/6371589226756242576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/6371589226756242576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2011/09/things-just-got-spookier-up-in-here.html' title='Things Just Got Spookier Up In Here'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-V-13H8spE18/TnzN8guplSI/AAAAAAAAAnU/vzl0toc7cME/s72-c/DSC_0031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-705382122147657169</id><published>2011-09-22T14:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T14:09:41.139-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Consequences of Being an Early Riser</title><content type='html'>Somebody got up too early this morning....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Oksxiz8z1c/TnuGhkBAX-I/AAAAAAAAAnE/BLlJmbk0H6w/s1600/DSC_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Oksxiz8z1c/TnuGhkBAX-I/AAAAAAAAAnE/BLlJmbk0H6w/s320/DSC_0058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655261668255490018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He woke up 5:15-ish and fell asleep like that a bit after 11:00.  I was nursing Baby Charlotte and couldn't move him until she was finished, but I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt; grab the camera &amp;amp; snap a few pictures one-handed...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-705382122147657169?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/705382122147657169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=705382122147657169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/705382122147657169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/705382122147657169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2011/09/consequences-of-being-early-riser.html' title='Consequences of Being an Early Riser'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8Oksxiz8z1c/TnuGhkBAX-I/AAAAAAAAAnE/BLlJmbk0H6w/s72-c/DSC_0058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-9087510002574257773</id><published>2011-09-17T20:36:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T20:55:07.683-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='she&apos;s crafty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh baby'/><title type='text'>Make a Cute Mobile for $5 or So</title><content type='html'>Doesn't this super cute thing need some super cute things to look at?  I think she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pZHNY9_eiH0/TnVMluhT5JI/AAAAAAAAAm8/REVm4--qPns/s1600/DSC_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pZHNY9_eiH0/TnVMluhT5JI/AAAAAAAAAm8/REVm4--qPns/s320/DSC_0031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653509118260143250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I made this for her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oW03-nP3MAo/TnVMk1uhSTI/AAAAAAAAAms/KieGqZgmk7c/s1600/DSC_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oW03-nP3MAo/TnVMk1uhSTI/AAAAAAAAAms/KieGqZgmk7c/s320/DSC_0014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653509103014725938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pZHNY9_eiH0/TnVMluhT5JI/AAAAAAAAAm8/REVm4--qPns/s1600/DSC_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What I used:&lt;br /&gt;small wreath (less than $2 from Hobby Lobby)&lt;br /&gt;hemp rope (about $2 from Hobby Lobby)&lt;br /&gt;painted wooden accents (67 cents each from Hobby Lobby)&lt;br /&gt;scrapbook paper (from my stash)&lt;br /&gt;hot glue gun&lt;br /&gt;tacky glue&lt;br /&gt;small paintbrush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trace each wooden piece on some pretty paper&lt;br /&gt;(plug in the glue gun to heat up)&lt;br /&gt;Cut the tracings out&lt;br /&gt;Cut rope (some for dangling pieces and some for hanging)&lt;br /&gt;Tie the rope to the wreath&lt;br /&gt;Hot-glue rope to wood pieces&lt;br /&gt;Cover that  mess with paper pre-traced &amp;amp; cut.  I used tacky glue and spread it thin with a paintbrush.&lt;br /&gt;Hang from ceiling.  I used a hook that screwed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the mobile I made is cuter than most of the ones you buy &amp;amp; attach to the crib.  Plus, you don't have to remove it when baby can reach it, just hang it higher.  Depending on what you hang from it, it can still be a little accent piece in the room when baby's not a baby anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bkUa1GLw-Rw/TnVMlIAgaCI/AAAAAAAAAm0/DDKnVbssy98/s1600/DSC_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bkUa1GLw-Rw/TnVMlIAgaCI/AAAAAAAAAm0/DDKnVbssy98/s320/DSC_0015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653509107922004002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The owl is Charlotte's favorite.  She was talking to it in the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-9087510002574257773?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/9087510002574257773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=9087510002574257773' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/9087510002574257773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/9087510002574257773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2011/09/make-cute-mobile-for-5-or-so.html' title='Make a Cute Mobile for $5 or So'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pZHNY9_eiH0/TnVMluhT5JI/AAAAAAAAAm8/REVm4--qPns/s72-c/DSC_0031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-2989736270734213235</id><published>2011-09-08T19:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T19:25:46.472-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goings on'/><title type='text'>This Just Happened</title><content type='html'>"Is this poop, Mommy?"  That's what 3-year-old Simon asked me as he held something small, brown and rock-like.  Baby Charlotte had just fallen asleep, so I told him to bring it to me because (a)they have some rock-ish-looking toys and (b) if it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; poop, he was already touching it anyway.  He brought it over and sure enough, it was poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but there was more!  Sime told me there was a bigger one.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of course there was!&lt;/span&gt;  And it was on the floor in their room surrounded by (but not touching) their toys.  (Phew!)  Then he showed me one more tiny one in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, yesterday, 2-year-old Jonas just up and decided he was going to pee pee on the potty.  It was his idea, so I let him.  Since he was doing such a great job and actually peeing on the potty and not the floor, I let him be naked from the waist down as long as we're home and have no visitors.  He's very determined to pee on the potty and gets super excited about it exclaiming "I pee peeeeeeed!" or "I did it!" every time he pees on the potty.  Plus, it inspires Simon who now decided that he also will pee on the potty.  But notice how I keep saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pee&lt;/span&gt; and not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;poop&lt;/span&gt;... yeah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-2989736270734213235?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/2989736270734213235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=2989736270734213235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/2989736270734213235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/2989736270734213235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2011/09/this-just-happened.html' title='This Just Happened'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-165816158153438588</id><published>2011-08-31T09:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T09:21:00.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Months Old Already!?!</title><content type='html'>These are just some pictures of my adorable 3 month-old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1YuBse5dZk/Tl5C4Co3KwI/AAAAAAAAAl8/JSrfIvxf3UQ/s1600/DSC_0111_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1YuBse5dZk/Tl5C4Co3KwI/AAAAAAAAAl8/JSrfIvxf3UQ/s320/DSC_0111_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647024513317546754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ck7fEMbvig8/Tl5C4pU8BwI/AAAAAAAAAmE/6Sx5dsZSz3w/s1600/DSC_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ck7fEMbvig8/Tl5C4pU8BwI/AAAAAAAAAmE/6Sx5dsZSz3w/s320/DSC_0036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647024523702961922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lk_G8109FGk/Tl5C5_ZJPTI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Ur765af3Td4/s1600/DSC_0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lk_G8109FGk/Tl5C5_ZJPTI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Ur765af3Td4/s320/DSC_0089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647024546806054194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P-axdkOgmIw/Tl5C5d0TLPI/AAAAAAAAAmU/nAV1eTFUDy8/s1600/DSC_0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P-axdkOgmIw/Tl5C5d0TLPI/AAAAAAAAAmU/nAV1eTFUDy8/s320/DSC_0095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647024537793146098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ERPouvuMmGs/Tl5C5JOLGsI/AAAAAAAAAmM/twPT56dIl7Q/s1600/DSC_0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ERPouvuMmGs/Tl5C5JOLGsI/AAAAAAAAAmM/twPT56dIl7Q/s320/DSC_0101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647024532264524482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-165816158153438588?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/165816158153438588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=165816158153438588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/165816158153438588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/165816158153438588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2011/08/3-months-old-already.html' title='3 Months Old Already!?!'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z1YuBse5dZk/Tl5C4Co3KwI/AAAAAAAAAl8/JSrfIvxf3UQ/s72-c/DSC_0111_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-8489818480996734637</id><published>2011-08-29T12:34:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T13:17:17.312-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goings on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Oink</title><content type='html'>Pretty much overnight Jonas morphed from mostly complacent toddler to fussy, whiney 2-year-old.  Yup, Jonas is two.  We celebrated this occasion with a piggy party!  We picked the piggy theme because Jonas loves, nay, is borderline obsessed with bacon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uRSmEzm-Tbk/TlvONTsrtfI/AAAAAAAAAkU/fQZNwUwh0Q4/s1600/DSC_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uRSmEzm-Tbk/TlvONTsrtfI/AAAAAAAAAkU/fQZNwUwh0Q4/s320/DSC_0019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646333285860357618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jonas &amp;amp; Daddy blowing out birthday candles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Picking birthday themes and building cakes &amp;amp; decorations that go with those themes is one of my favorite mommy jobs.  Check out this piggy party stuff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WF0Yaw0vK_M/TlvXXsLkVZI/AAAAAAAAAl0/eO_FE2g3OAQ/s1600/piggy%2Bparty-blog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WF0Yaw0vK_M/TlvXXsLkVZI/AAAAAAAAAl0/eO_FE2g3OAQ/s320/piggy%2Bparty-blog2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646343359835690386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The invitation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MbTOdaFpIhA/TlvON-0DK8I/AAAAAAAAAkc/ONDmT0nU-_0/s1600/DSC_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MbTOdaFpIhA/TlvON-0DK8I/AAAAAAAAAkc/ONDmT0nU-_0/s320/DSC_0013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646333297433979842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Piggy cake- chocolate with buttercream icing, cupcake nose &amp;amp; graham cracker ears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_sHvWxoaPeE/TlvOOLOL7EI/AAAAAAAAAkk/Rn3NrrJetT4/s1600/DSC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_sHvWxoaPeE/TlvOOLOL7EI/AAAAAAAAAkk/Rn3NrrJetT4/s320/DSC_0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646333300764830786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dangling paper piggy (alive- side 1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t_sG5MUsmbw/TlvOOmcUE1I/AAAAAAAAAks/fuh6cvGTxcc/s1600/DSC_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t_sG5MUsmbw/TlvOOmcUE1I/AAAAAAAAAks/fuh6cvGTxcc/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646333308071842642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dangling paper piggy (dead- side 2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XV8ukg-b7SQ/TlvP6haS-kI/AAAAAAAAAlM/0Gw6EShLQRI/s1600/DSC_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XV8ukg-b7SQ/TlvP6haS-kI/AAAAAAAAAlM/0Gw6EShLQRI/s320/DSC_0024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646335162147076674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paper lantern piggies I made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t2CGUcy5Hm8/TlvP6KppTJI/AAAAAAAAAlE/zGh1VcwHNrE/s1600/DSC_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t2CGUcy5Hm8/TlvP6KppTJI/AAAAAAAAAlE/zGh1VcwHNrE/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646335156037438610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hanging paper lantern piggy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KPsj3Oc1jIk/TlvP5u3bvmI/AAAAAAAAAk8/yUs47rPAx5c/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KPsj3Oc1jIk/TlvP5u3bvmI/AAAAAAAAAk8/yUs47rPAx5c/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646335148579077730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Food table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NiHxnehxv3E/TlvOPCFzNkI/AAAAAAAAAk0/39GBlX5qRYc/s1600/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NiHxnehxv3E/TlvOPCFzNkI/AAAAAAAAAk0/39GBlX5qRYc/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646333315493606978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chase's bacon burst (a big hit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JdClo0f1PAc/TlvQ2H1eIAI/AAAAAAAAAlU/w4-W3ucDf-Y/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JdClo0f1PAc/TlvQ2H1eIAI/AAAAAAAAAlU/w4-W3ucDf-Y/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646336186073882626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chase's pulled pork (another hit, as always)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Oh, Jonas!  You are so smart and have the climbing skills that rival kids three times your age.  You say, "Hi!" a bajillion times to anyone and everyone we encounter while we're out and about, that is, unless they initiate the greeting.  You're super social and friendly.  You won't tell Daddy good morning ('uh morn-eeen!) until Mommy &amp;amp; Charlotte come out to the living room.  You want to go somewhere, anywhere, all the time, but you want "Siney" to go with you.  If Mommy or Daddy take you somewhere without your brother, you ask for him and get super excited to see him when you get home greeting him with hugs, even if you're only gone for 10 minutes!  You tried to hug Papaw over the phone and tried to hug Aunt Manders while Skyping with her on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what you enjoy more, reading books or destroying them.  You are super destructive.  You love to dance and have incredible rhythm.  You are a daredevil and go head-first off of furniture and pretty much anything at least 10 times a day.  You love playing in water, dirt and mud.  Outside is your favorite place to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have such a vast vocabulary that it is about impossible to count how many words you know.  You mostly speak in complete sentences.  I adore your "play voices."  When you're pretending, making your toys talk, your voice either gets super high and sweet or gravely like what I call your dragon voice.  You love to tackle Daddy and to be tossed around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do pretty well sleeping in your big boy bed, but we usually have to tell you to get back in bed at least once every night.  You sleep with a blankie and snuggle shirts (Mommy &amp;amp; Daddy's dirty shirts that you love to smell).  Whenever you wake up from a nap or in the morning, you gather all your sleep stuff and dump it in the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jonas, you are so sweet and cute and absolutely adorable that we're all going to be in big trouble when you realize this and use it to your advantage.  You are so loved.  I can hardly believe my little piggy is two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lTmipGVwqXI/TlvQ2xewKMI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Cv4QTHo0C-k/s1600/DSC_0104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lTmipGVwqXI/TlvQ2xewKMI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Cv4QTHo0C-k/s320/DSC_0104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646336197252884674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A recent Jonas picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OpFjIKBcn0E/TlvQ2gycexI/AAAAAAAAAlc/B31zMOTv6yg/s1600/DSC_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OpFjIKBcn0E/TlvQ2gycexI/AAAAAAAAAlc/B31zMOTv6yg/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646336192772078354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Newborn Jonas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-8489818480996734637?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/8489818480996734637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=8489818480996734637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/8489818480996734637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/8489818480996734637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2011/08/oink.html' title='Oink'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uRSmEzm-Tbk/TlvONTsrtfI/AAAAAAAAAkU/fQZNwUwh0Q4/s72-c/DSC_0019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-6669235005039746663</id><published>2011-08-10T18:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T18:12:04.776-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlerspeak'/><title type='text'>A Story for Charwit</title><content type='html'>This is a story Simon made up for Charlotte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time there was a Ba-Ba named Noonie.  He had a rubber ducky way up high in a pool.  Then a doggie comed.  They had problems and they runned away.  They lived happily ever after.  And they had curtains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-6669235005039746663?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/6669235005039746663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=6669235005039746663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/6669235005039746663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/6669235005039746663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2011/08/story-for-charwit.html' title='A Story for Charwit'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-5058589222321275731</id><published>2011-08-03T13:12:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T15:57:28.508-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goings on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazycakes'/><title type='text'>Yes, I'm Crazy: An Adventure in Hobby Lobby</title><content type='html'>I love me some &lt;a href="http://hobbylobby.com/"&gt;Hobby Lobby&lt;/a&gt;.  I often refer to it as Herby Lerby and Simon calls it Hobby Wobby.  Sometimes I think I'd like to work there a few hours a week, but then I'd just blow my earnings on all the pretty things there and clutter up our house with crafts I intend to do.  My &lt;a href="http://thebillingsleyfam.blogspot.com/"&gt;BFF Kel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://thebillingsleyfam.blogspot.com/"&gt;i&lt;/a&gt; sent me a Hobby Lobby gift card for my birthday and I still had some birthday money to spend, so the other day I ventured out to one of my favorite stores, which is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;full&lt;/span&gt; of breakable things, with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all 3 kids&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt; in the Land of Breakable Things in Small Aisles with a 3-year-old, an almost-2-year-old and a 2-month-old.  Brave or crazy?  Either way, I was quite the spectacle.  I had Jonas (almost 2) strapped down in the front seat of the double stroller, Simon (3) in the back seat and Baby Charlotte strapped to me in the Moby wrap.   The shopping carts there are just too small to do me any good while trying to contain more than one small child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I got looks... lots &amp;amp; lots of looks.  Most were endearing looks from middle-aged women.  Some ladies seemed to pity me but a lot seemed happy to see my 3 adorable kids when they were not yet fussing.  I'm sure it was also pretty amusing to watch me swerve the stroller every time Jonas leaned over as far as he could to grab something off a low shelf.  Also, Simon had a big "treasure chest" on his lap that he kept putting his &lt;a href="http://neverpedia.com/wiki/images/thumb/9/93/DisneySmee.png/250px-DisneySmee.png"&gt;Mr. Smee&lt;/a&gt; toy in (Jonas had &lt;a href="http://images.wikia.com/disney/images/4/4c/Captain_hook.jpg"&gt;Capt. Hook&lt;/a&gt;).  But then Jonas decided to head-butt the chest with the back of his head causing the chest to bump Simon who then started getting a bit disgruntled (can anyone ever actually be gruntled?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I then let Simon walk and dumped my loot in his seat.  Simon walking caused Jonas to become disgruntled because Jonas desperately wanted to get down and &lt;strike&gt;walk&lt;/strike&gt; knock every breakable off the shelves.  This led to more Jonas leaning &amp;amp; stroller swerving, but at least Simon could now retrieve Capt. Hook every time he wound up on the floor.  Since the boys &lt;strike&gt;were pretty good&lt;/strike&gt; weren't awful and I'd gotten most of my intended items, we went to look at the decorative pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas had been exclaiming, "PUNKIN! A PUNKIN!" whenever we passed the fall decor display, so as a treat we went for a closer look.  But Jonas was not content with looking.  He started screeching, "Hold it? I hooollld it!?!"  When he gets excited about something, his voice gets louder &amp;amp; higher.  It would be quite annoying if he weren't so cute.  Then he got mad that I wouldn't let him hold a pumpkin, so we checked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two wall decor items were 50% off (hooray!) and I had a 40% off coupon from their web site that I used for the treasure chest.  The checkout lady asked if the boys were twins (a common question lately) and when I said they weren't she said other than their hair color, they looked "identical" (they don't).  Then we loaded back up in the van (which takes almost as long as the shopping part sometimes), dished out snacks &amp;amp; headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As crazy as it sounds, sometimes I just need to load the kids up &amp;amp; go out to stay sane.  It's not about being brave or showing the world I can handle it; going out with them is mostly about accomplishing some task and giving them (and me) a change of scenery.  Many times it's a spur-of-the-moment decision (working out well with naps, meals &amp;amp; feeding Baby Girl).  It's been way too hot lately to go outside, so shopping seemed like the best option!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, wanna see my loot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H4ozFbsVroU/TjmygY_NKEI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3K6W2gVEZuE/s1600/DSC_0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H4ozFbsVroU/TjmygY_NKEI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3K6W2gVEZuE/s320/DSC_0016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636732678163998786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jonas with my wall art: an old French train station painted in wood planks.  I liked this piece and thought it was interesting.  Plus, it was priced just right on sale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VRxCcH4y3Ek/Tjmyhx8LCtI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Pgvwn48FKOs/s1600/DSC_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VRxCcH4y3Ek/Tjmyhx8LCtI/AAAAAAAAAkE/Pgvwn48FKOs/s320/DSC_0024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636732702042032850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A caped Simon &amp;amp; the wall art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BWJvARLiXNw/TjmyiL9-9DI/AAAAAAAAAkM/5ZPg4bU1Ufw/s1600/DSC_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BWJvARLiXNw/TjmyiL9-9DI/AAAAAAAAAkM/5ZPg4bU1Ufw/s320/DSC_0031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636732709028951090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The metal "A" over Charlotte's dresser/changing station.  I've been wanting to find an interesting monogram and this one was pretty, a great size, one sale &amp;amp; the last "A" in stock in this style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2lwn51HCVdg/Tjmyg27Yb6I/AAAAAAAAAj0/eHNnkAtJOiI/s1600/DSC_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2lwn51HCVdg/Tjmyg27Yb6I/AAAAAAAAAj0/eHNnkAtJOiI/s320/DSC_0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636732686201024418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The treasure chest!  Simon has a smaller toy treasure chest from a pirate set.  He &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;insisted&lt;/span&gt; the small chest be in this picture.  Simon picked this chest out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4XKUIQtqn0E/TjmyhZACZdI/AAAAAAAAAj8/IB8eBL2xK0U/s1600/DSC_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4XKUIQtqn0E/TjmyhZACZdI/AAAAAAAAAj8/IB8eBL2xK0U/s320/DSC_0023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636732695347357138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The treasure inside: toys/clutter!  This chest replaces a clutter-hiding wicker basket the boys destroyed.  It's a lot sturdier and a million times cooler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-5058589222321275731?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/5058589222321275731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=5058589222321275731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/5058589222321275731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/5058589222321275731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2011/08/yes-im-crazy-adventure-in-hobby-lobby.html' title='Yes, I&apos;m Crazy: An Adventure in Hobby Lobby'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H4ozFbsVroU/TjmygY_NKEI/AAAAAAAAAjs/3K6W2gVEZuE/s72-c/DSC_0016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-7730031689325150989</id><published>2011-08-01T17:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T17:53:04.698-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh baby'/><title type='text'>Oops!</title><content type='html'>While trying to take this photobooth pic with Charlotte on the MacBook...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hf9FKfUMPLE/TjctY1HNdcI/AAAAAAAAAjk/VKkFJYLyc0I/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-01%2Bat%2B17.42%2B%25234.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hf9FKfUMPLE/TjctY1HNdcI/AAAAAAAAAjk/VKkFJYLyc0I/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-01%2Bat%2B17.42%2B%25234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636023363274896834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened instead...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pLazP4it378/TjctYvDdLkI/AAAAAAAAAjc/zaRMUcDyZDg/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-01%2Bat%2B17.45%2B%25235.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KXxBPoph3dU/TjctYS3PoOI/AAAAAAAAAjU/s6IEBiahoEw/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-01%2Bat%2B17.41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KXxBPoph3dU/TjctYS3PoOI/AAAAAAAAAjU/s6IEBiahoEw/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-01%2Bat%2B17.41.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636023354081124578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops!  I love this baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pLazP4it378/TjctYvDdLkI/AAAAAAAAAjc/zaRMUcDyZDg/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-01%2Bat%2B17.45%2B%25235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pLazP4it378/TjctYvDdLkI/AAAAAAAAAjc/zaRMUcDyZDg/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-01%2Bat%2B17.45%2B%25235.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636023361648537154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-7730031689325150989?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/7730031689325150989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=7730031689325150989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/7730031689325150989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/7730031689325150989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2011/08/oops.html' title='Oops!'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hf9FKfUMPLE/TjctY1HNdcI/AAAAAAAAAjk/VKkFJYLyc0I/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-08-01%2Bat%2B17.42%2B%25234.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-4123751875976356153</id><published>2011-07-30T10:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T10:48:00.313-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh baby'/><title type='text'>This Thing Is 2 Months Old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O9G_X9i15jE/TjQkVpzEseI/AAAAAAAAAjM/YoAz--UND5U/s1600/DSC_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O9G_X9i15jE/TjQkVpzEseI/AAAAAAAAAjM/YoAz--UND5U/s320/DSC_0053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635168988163256802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you believe it?  This little thing is two months old already!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z9E7_tCc4xE/TjQkUD6Da4I/AAAAAAAAAi0/JS_R3szurZ0/s1600/DSC_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z9E7_tCc4xE/TjQkUD6Da4I/AAAAAAAAAi0/JS_R3szurZ0/s320/DSC_0021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635168960812116866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JK1ixXbqz6c/TjQkVDcFjSI/AAAAAAAAAjE/keEvzegTLH4/s1600/DSC_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's had her first trip to Kentucky and has met all her grandparents and great-grandparents.  She's met all her uncles and just has one aunt left to meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PlH_qyWrB1Q/TjQkUimPUxI/AAAAAAAAAi8/RjxrF0JFGC4/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PlH_qyWrB1Q/TjQkUimPUxI/AAAAAAAAAi8/RjxrF0JFGC4/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635168969050510098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Charlotte smiles a lot. She gets especially smiley during her morning diaper change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JK1ixXbqz6c/TjQkVDcFjSI/AAAAAAAAAjE/keEvzegTLH4/s1600/DSC_0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JK1ixXbqz6c/TjQkVDcFjSI/AAAAAAAAAjE/keEvzegTLH4/s320/DSC_0035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635168977866296610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She does &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; like to have pee pee in her diaper and if she has a poop, she will definitely let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-taOGWrC56T4/TjQkTjG_HDI/AAAAAAAAAis/N3uXfvN6KmY/s1600/DSC_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-taOGWrC56T4/TjQkTjG_HDI/AAAAAAAAAis/N3uXfvN6KmY/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635168952007990322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This sweet snuggly little thing is mama's baby and I love her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-4123751875976356153?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/4123751875976356153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=4123751875976356153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/4123751875976356153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/4123751875976356153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2011/07/this-thing-is-2-months-old.html' title='This Thing Is 2 Months Old!'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O9G_X9i15jE/TjQkVpzEseI/AAAAAAAAAjM/YoAz--UND5U/s72-c/DSC_0053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-1762570401819701240</id><published>2011-07-29T13:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T10:47:07.197-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goings on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlerspeak'/><title type='text'>Simon's Games</title><content type='html'>This morning I got to play two original Simon games: Croc the Shank and Boots the Bomb.  We would have also played Jonas the Bomb but Sime said it was "too loud and we'll wake up the beast from inside."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-1762570401819701240?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/1762570401819701240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=1762570401819701240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/1762570401819701240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/1762570401819701240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2011/07/simon-games.html' title='Simon&amp;#39;s Games'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-5959085592076098396</id><published>2011-07-26T21:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T21:26:14.641-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh baby'/><title type='text'>Water Baby</title><content type='html'>This thing turned 2 months old today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-de5unhZEIPI/Ti92vbEJqOI/AAAAAAAAAiU/-HtLgHRy2xc/s1600/DSC_0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-de5unhZEIPI/Ti92vbEJqOI/AAAAAAAAAiU/-HtLgHRy2xc/s320/DSC_0082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633852215954876642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND she took her first swim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F6v6uZwl4Lc/Ti92vpVGIwI/AAAAAAAAAic/AtzL_iFLvkE/s1600/DSC_0086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F6v6uZwl4Lc/Ti92vpVGIwI/AAAAAAAAAic/AtzL_iFLvkE/s320/DSC_0086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633852219784045314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0u4fDmF8wtI/Ti92v5vMraI/AAAAAAAAAik/tXMdoh6lPVk/s1600/DSC_0090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0u4fDmF8wtI/Ti92v5vMraI/AAAAAAAAAik/tXMdoh6lPVk/s320/DSC_0090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633852224188493218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water was pretty warm and she had quite a good time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-5959085592076098396?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/5959085592076098396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=5959085592076098396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/5959085592076098396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/5959085592076098396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2011/07/water-baby.html' title='Water Baby'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-de5unhZEIPI/Ti92vbEJqOI/AAAAAAAAAiU/-HtLgHRy2xc/s72-c/DSC_0082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-3219259001482927193</id><published>2011-07-18T11:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T12:05:22.319-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goings on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grrr'/><title type='text'>Me vs The Snake</title><content type='html'>A snake was in our yard the other day.  A big ol' black snake in our back yard.  No biggie, right?  I'd just keep the kids in the side and front yard til he went away. (I say "he" because as we all know yucky animals like snakes, tarantulas, hairless rats &amp;amp; dogs are always a "he" while pretty animals such as bunnies, ponies, kittens &amp;amp; dolphins are always "she."  You know you do that too.)  Well, I'd already told the boys that they could go swimming and had already invested way too much time putting their trunks and sunscreen on them not to do that.  Oh, and the snake was guarding the water spicket, did I mention that?  Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to turn the water on to fill up the baby pool I had to get by the gigantic black snake.  I tried tossing toys at him to get him to move.  Unphased.  Seriously, I threw probably 10 toys at that snake and he didn't care.  Then I poked him with a stick.  A loooong stick that Simon found. The snake recoiled enough to where I was able to turn on the hose.  Once the hose was on, of course I sprayed that nasty thing til he slithered back to the woods.  Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don't have anything against snakes in general.  I'll touch them if I'm at a petting zoo or if it's someone's pet.  I even bought the boys a book about a snake at a yard sale Saturday.  But I don't appreciate a snake trying to take over my backyard and keep my kids from swimming in the pool when they've been &lt;strike&gt;asking&lt;/strike&gt; whining to do that allll day (and you know that was the snake's plan).  So if you're a snake and you're reading this blog, congratulations, you can read!  And stay off of my lawn! (Also imagine I'm shaking my fist at you as I say that and then mutter something about kids [or snakes] these days.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-3219259001482927193?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/3219259001482927193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=3219259001482927193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/3219259001482927193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/3219259001482927193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2011/07/me-vs-snake.html' title='Me vs The Snake'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-853115674873109504</id><published>2011-07-15T16:02:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T13:25:47.413-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goings on'/><title type='text'>On Turning 29, Coffee &amp; Beer</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I turned 29.  And the day before my mom turned 29 for the **th time.  My mom's been turning 29 every year since I was a kid.  Me turning 29 means Chase has approximately one year to pick out coffee for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?  That doesn't make sense to you?  I guess I should explain.  A couple years ago (or maybe one year, I really don't remember) I told Chase that when I turn 30, I was going to try coffee again.  Why 30?  For some reason in my mind that's some magical age where you're officially a grown-up.  You're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;supposed&lt;/span&gt; to go out and have lots of fun when you're in your 20's, but when you turn 30 you have to grow up.  I got a jump start on the whole having babies, but nowadays 30 is when you start getting serious about having kids and all that stuff.  I guess I learned that from MTV or something... That's what is supposed to happen, that is, unless you're on Teen Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the coffee.  Coffee is for grown-ups.  Generally, kids don't like coffee.  Kids and me.  I hate, no, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loathe&lt;/span&gt; coffee.  I'm not even one of those "I love the smell but not the taste" types.  I can hardly stand the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;smell&lt;/span&gt; of coffee.  When I was pregnant with Jonas, I daily mistook the smell of Chase's coffee for the smell of Simon's poopy diapers.  Seriously, every morning when I smelled Chase's coffee with my crazy pregnant nose, I checked Simon's diaper for poop.  And there were multiple occasions when I was pregnant with Charlotte that I went to the bathroom to dry heave because of that coffee smell.  Yeah, I loathe coffee, but Chase loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still in my 20's.  Maybe when I turn 30 I'll have that grown-up acquired taste for coffee much like one must have an acquired taste for beer, at least that's what my dad told me about beer when I was a kid.  I can remember asking him for a drink of his Bud Light as we all sat around watching Tales from the Crypt on TV with our pirated cable.  I'm not sure how old I was, but I'm guessing between the ages of 6 and 10 (like my sons, I loved all things scary &amp;amp; Halloween-ish from an early age).  Knowing I'd hate it, my dad told me to open my mouth as I was laying on the floor and he'd pour some in.  He did and I hated it.  I told him it was gross to which he replied it was an "acquired taste."  Then my mom had to explain what that meant and I think her explanation was something like you had to taste it a bunch before you liked it.  So I figured I just had to taste it a few more times and then I'd like beer and every once in a while I'd ask my dad for a drink of his Bud Light (as we watched more Tales from the Crypt or one of the Hellraiser or Puppet Master movies, I'm sure).  He'd tell me I didn't like it to which I'd respond that I'd acquired the taste and would like it this time.  I think he got a kick out of the whole thing because he'd always give me a taste and I never acquired the the taste.  I say "always" and really it could have been 3 or 4 times or something.  It's been years since I've had beer and as of the last time I'd tried it, I still hadn't really acquired the taste (though I did have an odd random craving for it once while I was pregnant with Charlotte...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a lot of ways, I think beer and coffee are alike.  You have to have an acquired taste.  People like to drink both socially.  There are even entire establishments for both.  Both coffee and beer can get you buzzed.  People will shoot you dirty looks if you drink either while pregnant or breastfeeding.  There's a cool factor for drinking either.  Both can easily end up being expensive drinking habits.  And there are more, I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes feel left out of the coffee club.  (Having 3 small children means I'm too tired to care about fitting in on the beer scene.)  Other young moms "just need that morning cup of coffee to get through the day" when their small children are up at 5:00 AM (thankfully, our kids have been sleeping past 6:30 most mornings lately, and since I get up with Charlotte overnight Chase gets up with the boys in the morning).  Friends like to catch-up over a cup of coffee and just hang out at coffee shops using their wifi.  I'd much rather have a Pepsi and catch-up over some chocolate chip cookies, personally.  Why isn't that a thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm growing up and want to fit in with the grown-ups and pretend that I'm a cool mom in my mom jeans and it's inappropriate to bring small children to a bar but it's fine to bring them to a coffee shop and this is a long run-on sentence and my 8th-9th grade advanced English teacher taught me proper grammar and I need to stop this sentence now, I'm going to try coffee when I turn 30.  Since Chase loves coffee so much and knows what kinds of things I do like, he gets to pick out what coffee I try and maybe even like... That is, unless I have that condition my mom has and turn 29 every year for the rest of my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-853115674873109504?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/853115674873109504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=853115674873109504' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/853115674873109504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/853115674873109504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2011/07/on-turning-29-coffee-beer.html' title='On Turning 29, Coffee &amp; Beer'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-4425015370854679658</id><published>2011-06-27T10:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T10:11:30.262-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Month</title><content type='html'>This is what a 1 month-old looks like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IbkyWVdKnT0/TgidgB7OnzI/AAAAAAAAAh8/xGpHz-a6gZg/s1600/DSC_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IbkyWVdKnT0/TgidgB7OnzI/AAAAAAAAAh8/xGpHz-a6gZg/s320/DSC_0014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622917308370296626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9V-g2nPJRI/Tgidgq0mGKI/AAAAAAAAAiE/fOxqiahGnwA/s1600/DSC_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f9V-g2nPJRI/Tgidgq0mGKI/AAAAAAAAAiE/fOxqiahGnwA/s320/DSC_0041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622917319348328610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZzH5pkYiYS0/TgidhLxkctI/AAAAAAAAAiM/ZxFdLoneOis/s1600/DSC_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZzH5pkYiYS0/TgidhLxkctI/AAAAAAAAAiM/ZxFdLoneOis/s320/DSC_0043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622917328194007762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-4425015370854679658?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/4425015370854679658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=4425015370854679658' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/4425015370854679658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/4425015370854679658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2011/06/1-month.html' title='1 Month'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IbkyWVdKnT0/TgidgB7OnzI/AAAAAAAAAh8/xGpHz-a6gZg/s72-c/DSC_0014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-7032105006036047060</id><published>2011-06-24T13:59:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T14:49:41.284-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goings on'/><title type='text'>Brave</title><content type='html'>I've been brave.  In the past 2 weeks I've taken all 3 kids out &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt; to:&lt;br /&gt;The Post Office&lt;br /&gt;The park&lt;br /&gt;Walmarts (twice!)&lt;br /&gt;The mall (twice!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that's 6 separate trips with all 3 kids &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all by myself&lt;/span&gt;!  Some of the trips were because things needed to be done/coupons used, some were just to get out of the house, and some were just to see if I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt;.  None of these trips were long and all were carefully planned around Charlotte's feedings.   Oh, and there were no public meltdowns!  I don't deserve a medal, but I think I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; deserve a cookie!   It certainly helps that Charlotte mostly does this while we're out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vN2s-m2v7QI/TgTg5W4S5gI/AAAAAAAAAhE/CKxhBjG-tYM/s1600/DSC_0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vN2s-m2v7QI/TgTg5W4S5gI/AAAAAAAAAhE/CKxhBjG-tYM/s320/DSC_0020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621865510864086530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids and I have also gone out with Chase a few times (once to see the Reptile Man) and my friend Naomi went with us to a park the other day because the fire truck was coming to spray the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYgglEvIhI8/TgThjnXj4YI/AAAAAAAAAhs/K5JcfQeVBQ8/s1600/DSC_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fYgglEvIhI8/TgThjnXj4YI/AAAAAAAAAhs/K5JcfQeVBQ8/s320/DSC_0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621866236844695938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Reptile Man biting a gator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qj7AntzBTXk/TgThj05_wrI/AAAAAAAAAh0/KD6h2cEe2BA/s1600/DSC_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qj7AntzBTXk/TgThj05_wrI/AAAAAAAAAh0/KD6h2cEe2BA/s320/DSC_0019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621866240478790322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Simon cracking up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5rHUxFIfhJM/TgThjDUOWwI/AAAAAAAAAhk/KNhjgUSutFs/s1600/DSC_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5rHUxFIfhJM/TgThjDUOWwI/AAAAAAAAAhk/KNhjgUSutFs/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621866227167025922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jonas is amazed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B3I01hP-4qo/TgTg5qPBHvI/AAAAAAAAAhM/9FCGvHYQ-E4/s1600/DSC_0069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B3I01hP-4qo/TgTg5qPBHvI/AAAAAAAAAhM/9FCGvHYQ-E4/s320/DSC_0069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621865516059664114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Simon &amp;amp; the fire truck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BZW3kEhP5kk/TgTg6MgtAOI/AAAAAAAAAhU/dMMgQEN3Bv8/s1600/DSC_0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BZW3kEhP5kk/TgTg6MgtAOI/AAAAAAAAAhU/dMMgQEN3Bv8/s320/DSC_0076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621865525260648674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jonas running with the big kids&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And here's a picture of Charlotte peeking out from behind her blankie all cross-eyed and cute:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-92Ke5INWQVc/TgTg6vxLZiI/AAAAAAAAAhc/FgA71pcnd-E/s1600/DSC_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-92Ke5INWQVc/TgTg6vxLZiI/AAAAAAAAAhc/FgA71pcnd-E/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621865534724990498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure getting out and about will get more difficult when Charlotte doesn't sleep the whole time we're out, but for now short trips are quite manageable.  The most difficult part is getting everyone in and out of their car seats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-7032105006036047060?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/7032105006036047060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=7032105006036047060' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/7032105006036047060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/7032105006036047060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2011/06/brave.html' title='Brave'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vN2s-m2v7QI/TgTg5W4S5gI/AAAAAAAAAhE/CKxhBjG-tYM/s72-c/DSC_0020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-6140505646304982512</id><published>2011-06-17T09:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T10:45:01.273-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goings on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Mystery Solved</title><content type='html'>Both my boys were big spitters as babies, as in they spit up a LOT.  I'm talking multiple outfits for them and me every day for months and months.  Last week, Charlotte started spitting up quite a bit, too.  I knew that if a breastfed baby's mother drinks cow's milk it can cause spitting up, so I traded my lactose free milk for soy (blek!) to see if there was a difference.  None.  I'd already pretty much cut out caffeine, so that wasn't the culprit either.  Then after Charlotte's first major projectile spit up (it was like my baby was a tiny geyser), I did a little research and I think I've got it figured out: I have an overabundant milk supply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some signs of &lt;a href="http://www.llli.org/faq/oversupply.html"&gt;hyperlactation&lt;/a&gt; include baby coughing and gagging during feedings (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;), early/forceful letdown [when the milk sprays] (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;), baby pulling off before finished feeding (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;), spitting up often (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;), making a clicking sound when nursing (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;), and baby gaining more weight than average (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;check&lt;/span&gt;).  Simon and Jonas didn't show as many signs as Charlotte does, but they (and I) did show some.  I mean, they were both huge babies!  Plus, I can just tell that I've been very full.  Another issue that can go along with this is the mother getting &lt;a href="http://www.llli.org/llleaderweb/lv/lvmarapr93p19.html"&gt;mastitis&lt;/a&gt;, which I had with Jonas.  It was miserable!  It's like having the boob flu!  (Really, it is.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, the first possible solution for my overactive milk-makers I read and tried seems to be working.  Instead of nursing on both sides each feeding, I do one side per feeding.  This will ensure that Charlotte is getting a good combination of &lt;a href="http://www.llli.org/faq/foremilk.html"&gt;foremilk and hindmilk&lt;/a&gt;.  Too much foremilk can can cause gassiness and spitup and make the baby not feel as full.  So, by switching sides too soon so that I'd get both sides (somewhat) emptied (because I'm paranoid about getting mastitis again), Chalotte was just getting a bunch of foremilk, taking in too much, getting gassy &amp;amp; uncomfortable and then spitting up.  Plus, the milk was coming out forcefully causing her to cough and gag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is day 3 of the one side per feeding and Charlotte has virtually stopped spitting up!  I mean, she might spit up a tad with a burp, but it's just a tiny bit and doesn't drench her clothes and mine.  She's much more content, too!  I thought it would be somewhere between annoying and painful to do the whole one side per feeding thing, like my milk-makers would asplode or something, but my body's adjusted quite well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-emm1WfJ0tQM/TftzvJWyA2I/AAAAAAAAAg8/vUQI1a4LCus/s1600/DSC_0007_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-emm1WfJ0tQM/TftzvJWyA2I/AAAAAAAAAg8/vUQI1a4LCus/s320/DSC_0007_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619212213877343074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Charlotte's gangsta pose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when this little thing is happy, the rest of us are happier, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just a side note, I find it interesting that being lactose intolerant, my body makes a substance that it cannot digest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-6140505646304982512?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/6140505646304982512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=6140505646304982512' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/6140505646304982512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/6140505646304982512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2011/06/mystery-solved.html' title='Mystery Solved'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-emm1WfJ0tQM/TftzvJWyA2I/AAAAAAAAAg8/vUQI1a4LCus/s72-c/DSC_0007_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-2153700971964133250</id><published>2011-06-05T15:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T15:40:04.748-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goings on'/><title type='text'>A Week and a Half Already</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1HjhN4J6cEc/TevmYDTKvSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/E46nfeLdAXo/s1600/DSC_0080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1HjhN4J6cEc/TevmYDTKvSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/E46nfeLdAXo/s320/DSC_0080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614834661324406050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Baby Charlotte (or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Charwit&lt;/span&gt; as the boys call her) just fits right in.  She's a pretty laid back baby as long as she has her plug (aka pacifier).  She &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt; her plug.  Charlotte is a wonderful sleeper... noisy, but wonderful.  She just halfway wakes up to eat overnight anywhere between 3 &amp;amp; 5 hours and goes right back to sleep.  Only once since she's been home was she up overnight more than for a meal and it was for an hour and a half.  Since she's only a week and a half old, I don't anticipate that being the normal; but I can dream, can't I?  And I'll surely appreciate this while I can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pkk6hKTpANA/TevmY4l4U5I/AAAAAAAAAgs/xZpm4wZ6wpw/s1600/DSC_0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pkk6hKTpANA/TevmY4l4U5I/AAAAAAAAAgs/xZpm4wZ6wpw/s320/DSC_0094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614834675629970322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Right now it's hard to tell what the boys think of her because we've had grandparents in town quite a bit.  Jonas loves to give her kisses and share things with her by throwing toys at her when she's in her swing exclaiming, "Nice?!?!"  Simon wants her to build with blocks with him and talk back to him when he says things to her.  Both boys think it's absolutely hilarious when she gets the hiccups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YaNfZtNdu8w/Tevm3dWYBNI/AAAAAAAAAg0/skcXlc23XFE/s1600/DSC_0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YaNfZtNdu8w/Tevm3dWYBNI/AAAAAAAAAg0/skcXlc23XFE/s320/DSC_0098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614835200893125842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think this last picture is a pretty accurate depiction of how things are right now... Simon is messing with Jonas and Charlotte is wondering what she's in for!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-2153700971964133250?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/2153700971964133250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=2153700971964133250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/2153700971964133250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/2153700971964133250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2011/06/week-and-half-already.html' title='A Week and a Half Already'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1HjhN4J6cEc/TevmYDTKvSI/AAAAAAAAAgk/E46nfeLdAXo/s72-c/DSC_0080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-8592704719731443274</id><published>2011-05-28T20:17:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T13:25:06.004-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>She's Here and We're Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C64QoT7cbz4/TeGfJ009W8I/AAAAAAAAAgY/R95kleTdVhs/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C64QoT7cbz4/TeGfJ009W8I/AAAAAAAAAgY/R95kleTdVhs/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611941601828756418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Charlotte Marie&lt;br /&gt;May 26, 2011&lt;br /&gt;6:16 pm&lt;br /&gt;8 lbs. 2 oz.&lt;br /&gt;20.5 inches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte Marie came quickly on Thursday... as in so quick there was no time for my epidural.  I started having some cramps that turned out to be contractions around 2:30 pm, but they were few and far between.  It took a while before I could determine that they were indeed contractions.  They started coming more consistently by 3:30 and I asked Chase to come home.  After some more pain and frequency, I called my doctor's office at 4:15 and had Chase call our babysitter.  Our friend Naomi arrived about 4:30 and we were out the door in about 15 minutes or so.  Jonas was sad and grabbed his sandals wanting to go with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the hospital just before 5:00.  It turns out I was the sixth lady within an hour to show up for labor and delivery (three more would follow shortly).  There were no delivery rooms open and ready, so I had to wait in the wheelchair at the nurse's station before they could figure out where to put me.  A recovery room was free, so a nurse took me there to get me changed and check my stats.  At 5:20 I was already dilated to 7 cm.  They pulled a switcheroo and rushed me to a delivery room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nurse shoved an IV in my arm and the phlebotomist drew some blood.  My doc came in and told me I could either wait an hour and a half for the IV fluids to get in me and my labs to be done and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt; I could have an epidural, or he could break my water and I'd be in a lot of pain for 5 minutes or so and it would all be over.  I had a terrible contraction and told him I thought he needed to check me.  He checked and my water had already broken (don't know when, but Charlotte's head must have plugged things up!) and it was go time.  After 5 minutes of agony where I focusing on not passing out and I literally saw stars, Charlotte Marie was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we didn't know when my water broke and I was &lt;a href="http://www.babycenter.com/0_group-b-streptococcus-screening_1647.bc"&gt;GBS positive&lt;/a&gt; and hadn't had time to get a full IV bag in, Charlotte needed some extra monitoring.  She's more than fine, she's wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte has blonde hair and blue eyes.  She's basically a girl Jonas- came out on a 3 hour or so eating schedule, is a competitive pooper and loves to smell things.  We came home this morning and the boys quickly bombarded her with kisses and toys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-8592704719731443274?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/8592704719731443274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=8592704719731443274' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/8592704719731443274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/8592704719731443274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2011/05/shes-here-and-were-home.html' title='She&apos;s Here and We&apos;re Home'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C64QoT7cbz4/TeGfJ009W8I/AAAAAAAAAgY/R95kleTdVhs/s72-c/DSC_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-884174012700985055</id><published>2011-05-25T11:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T12:42:45.531-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goings on'/><title type='text'>No Progress and Some Other Stuff</title><content type='html'>My 39 week appointment yesterday was a bit disappointing as my baby exit has made no progress from week 38.  But the good news is that if Baby Girl hasn't arrived by 5:00 am Sunday she's being forced out!  Yippee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that since this is my 3rd baby people would have stopped telling me how to get the baby to come out by now... nope.  How about I just tell &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; how to get a baby to come out, mmmkay?  Go for a walk, go yard sale-ing, eat something spicy, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; something "spicy" (wink wink), pump some milk, listen to '90s alternative rock, go off-roading, do 20 jumping jacks then spin in a circle counterclockwise 3 times while humming &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm a Little Teapot&lt;/span&gt;, kiss a frog, rub a pineapple on your left leg, punch a dude in the face, sit outside during a thunderstorm, or just have your doc give you labor-inducing drugs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of that, so Simon pooped on the potty again!  He's great at peeing in the potty if he's half naked (except that time he decided to pee on the wall and that other time he just peed on the floor for fun).  It's been a while since he had pooped on the potty (he prefers to poop his pull-ups), but now he has the promise of going to see Cars 2 in the theater if he keeps it up.  He's pretty pumped about that.  You know what else he's pumped about?  Grilled cheese sandwiches.  I think it's his new favorite food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas is getting potty-obsessed.  Well, actually it's more like being obsessed with being nakey.  He's peed on the potty a couple times and will tell us "Pee pee potty! Pee pee POTTY!" so that we'll take his diaper off.  Then he runs to the potty, stands there for half a second and then proceeds to run around the house naked.  He's a manipulative chap, he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Jonas, he is currently telling me, "I poot!  I poot!" which means I need to change his diaper...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-884174012700985055?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/884174012700985055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=884174012700985055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/884174012700985055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/884174012700985055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2011/05/no-progress-and-some-other-stuff.html' title='No Progress and Some Other Stuff'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-7066879847152970348</id><published>2011-05-24T08:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T09:00:52.389-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh baby'/><title type='text'>39 Weeks and Still Pregnant</title><content type='html'>This is the longest I've ever been pregnant:  39 weeks and 2 days.  Yeah, I know I'm not to my due date yet and now I have much sympathy for those ladies who have to go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;past&lt;/span&gt; their due dates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a huge difference between 38 &amp;amp; 39 weeks: much less mobility, much more back pain, far more difficulty getting comfortable, a lot more night waking, having to pee way more, etc.  I keep getting fake labor, too.  I'll have contractions every 5-10 minutes for a half hour or so and then they just fizzle out.  Actually, on Sunday I had them every 8-10 minutes  for two hours, but I wanted to eat dinner before going to the hospital (they don't let you eat once you check in, ya know!) and by the time dinner was over, they'd fizzled out.  Since the beginning of this pregnancy Baby Girl has been full of drama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have an appointment with my doctor this afternoon.  I'm the last one of the day.  I'm hoping he'll tell me my baby exit has made more progress (I was 3 cm &amp;amp; 80% last week) and offer to send me up to labor &amp;amp; delivery and just break my water.  I'm starting to get paranoid that by the time I'm having consistent contractions or that my water breaks we won't make it in time!  In the past my contractions didn't really hurt until my water broke.  And there are occasions that a woman's water doesn't break until her baby is coming out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-7066879847152970348?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/7066879847152970348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=7066879847152970348' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/7066879847152970348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/7066879847152970348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2011/05/39-weeks-and-still-pregnant.html' title='39 Weeks and Still Pregnant'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-3177288727926523407</id><published>2011-05-17T13:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T13:49:58.908-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goings on'/><title type='text'>2 Weeks?  2 Days?  She'll Be Here Soon!</title><content type='html'>OK, Internet, are you ready to hear the progress my lady business has made for Baby Girl to come out?  Ready?  Ready?  Here it goes... I'm 3 cm dilated and 80% effaced.  If you don't know what that means, ask someone who's had a baby (your mom?) or &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cervical_effacement"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my weekly invasive checkup this morning.  If Baby Girl follows suit of her brothers, I'll have to go to the hospital tonight.  Labor with Simon started the evening of my checkup between 38 &amp;amp; 39 weeks, and I was sent straight to labor &amp;amp; delivery from my 38 week checkup when I was pregnant with Jonas.  At least with this much progress it should be a matter of days rather than weeks until Baby Girl is out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm torn between trying to rest up for labor and trying to be as active as I can to get things going quicker.  I did venture to Goodwill with the boys to try to find something fun to hang up in our living room, but that was a bust.  I also put away most of the boys' cold weather clothes to make it easier to find appropriate clothes in their dresser &amp;amp; closet for them to wear.  I do need to put a few more things in the hospital bag, too (ear plugs, snacks to sneak during labor, Arrested Development DVDs...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been having contractions, too, but nothing consistent.  That's the way it was with the boys, though.  I'll have three within 20-30 minutes and then nothing for an hour or two.  I guess I'll just hang out until my water breaks or until they get painful (which doesn't usually happen for me until my water breaks).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, any guesses on when Baby Girl will come?  How big do you think she'll be?  Name guesses?  (You're not allowed to post a name guess if the name has been leaked to you!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-3177288727926523407?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/3177288727926523407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=3177288727926523407' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/3177288727926523407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/3177288727926523407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2011/05/2-weeks-2-days-shell-be-here-soon.html' title='2 Weeks?  2 Days?  She&apos;ll Be Here Soon!'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-7019754977683802205</id><published>2011-05-12T12:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T15:28:39.344-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goings on'/><title type='text'>2.5 Weeks to Go (And Some Other Stuff)</title><content type='html'>My weekly invasive checkup the other day proved no progress from 36 to 37 weeks.  I'm disappointed.  We're ready for Baby Girl to come out!  Jonas goes to her bed set up in our room several times a day and says, "Nap!  Bebe nap!"  He also goes to her car seat (also in our room) and says, "Bebe ride-it!"  Simon is excited for our friends to come take care of him when we go to the hospital.  He talks about that a lot.  I'm ready to just not be pregnant anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend we took the boys to Big Truck Night at the mall parking lot.  There were lots of kids climbing in and on big rigs, cement trucks, a fire truck, an ambulance and more.  Plus, there was a llama.  (Yes, like you when I think Big Truck Night, I think llama.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JG-Yk8ROYQw/TcwiMy3sxBI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/tudgf9MimuU/s1600/DSC_0042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JG-Yk8ROYQw/TcwiMy3sxBI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/tudgf9MimuU/s320/DSC_0042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605893239378592786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys on a cement mixer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The last two days it got pretty hot out, so I busted out the sprinkler for some easy outdoor entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m_QicDSxnPo/TcwiMXjUeBI/AAAAAAAAAgI/McVa1IsFieE/s1600/DSC_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m_QicDSxnPo/TcwiMXjUeBI/AAAAAAAAAgI/McVa1IsFieE/s320/DSC_0058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605893232045357074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, Simon kept drinking the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And can you guess what this is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Z106VBKfsI/TcwiMFXgmxI/AAAAAAAAAgA/I4EdUfwE5Qk/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Z106VBKfsI/TcwiMFXgmxI/AAAAAAAAAgA/I4EdUfwE5Qk/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605893227163982610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, we did not get a pet; it's the hair I cut off the boys.  It was summer haircut time.  Simon's hair is so thick he gets so much more sweaty when it's long.  I had to cut Jonas' hair to keep myself from putting it in a ponytail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VsPDbWphaIQ/TcwiLmVkokI/AAAAAAAAAf4/sFuYsFwjAI8/s1600/DSC_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VsPDbWphaIQ/TcwiLmVkokI/AAAAAAAAAf4/sFuYsFwjAI8/s320/DSC_0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605893218834358850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Simon's summer hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-64XLH-HsbzQ/TcwiLewLWWI/AAAAAAAAAfw/zcJyaHr6SyY/s1600/DSC_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-64XLH-HsbzQ/TcwiLewLWWI/AAAAAAAAAfw/zcJyaHr6SyY/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605893216798464354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jonas' summer hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I wanted to leave their hair a little longer on top, but they wouldn't hold still long enough.  Their curls will come back soon, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the next time I post something it'll be pictures of our baby girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-7019754977683802205?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/7019754977683802205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=7019754977683802205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/7019754977683802205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/7019754977683802205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2011/05/25-weeks-to-go-and-some-other-stuff.html' title='2.5 Weeks to Go (And Some Other Stuff)'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JG-Yk8ROYQw/TcwiMy3sxBI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/tudgf9MimuU/s72-c/DSC_0042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-3859864069404837284</id><published>2011-05-03T14:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T14:51:00.331-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goings on'/><title type='text'>4 Weeks to Go (or 36 Weeks Preggers)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7QBDHzwbHGY/TcBWtCS8oKI/AAAAAAAAAfo/m4fdeK57fa0/s1600/IMG_7764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7QBDHzwbHGY/TcBWtCS8oKI/AAAAAAAAAfo/m4fdeK57fa0/s320/IMG_7764.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602573268159340706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems kinda weird to me to just tell people how much I've progressed in the whole baby-coming-out process other than when the doc says, "anytime now..."  I mean, basically, when I say, "I've &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cervical_dilation"&gt;dilated&lt;/a&gt; to such-and-such centimeters," I'm saying, "This is how wide my lady business has opened!"  But when you're pregnant, people (well, other women) are generally excited or at least curious to know these things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Internet, as of this afternoon, I am at 1 cm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point with my previous pregnancies, I was already at least to 2 cm and was told to take it easy since a pregnancy is considered "full-term" at 37 weeks.  So this is a bit of a relief because there are some things I'd like to do that involve going out and about this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I haven't gained any weight since my last check-up two weeks ago.  I find that hard to believe with all the cake and junk food I've been eating, but then again, not much fits in my stomach anymore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to this: people keep asking me how I've stayed so thin this pregnancy.  I don't think I've really stayed that thin and my doc says I'm doing good with weight gain, but I guess I can share my pseudo-secret anyway...&lt;br /&gt;     1. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have terrible heartburn/reflux the entire pregnancy.&lt;/span&gt;  This will keep you from wanting to eat to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;     2. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have at least 2 small children in your house at all times. &lt;/span&gt; This will force you to exercise and you'll get both cardio from chasing them around to keep them out of stuff and strength-building from lifting them into their carseats/boosters/high chairs and off of tables.&lt;br /&gt;     3.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  Be lactose intolerant and/or develop food aversions.&lt;/span&gt;  Although I'm not as picky as I once was, I'm still a bit of a picky eater.  Add being lactose intolerant on top of that plus random food aversions (eggs, sometimes bacon, peanuts, occasionally other foods), and my food choices are limited.  Of course, I do crave Pepsi, cookies &amp;amp; donuts, but with the terrible heartburn, I can't have much of those things anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there ya go, a pregnancy update.  I'm really hoping Baby Girl makes her appearance in a week or so.  When do you think she'll come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the picture with this post is from a family photo shoot the awesome KellyBeth Konieczka did for us this past Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-3859864069404837284?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/3859864069404837284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=3859864069404837284' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/3859864069404837284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/3859864069404837284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2011/05/4-weeks-to-go-or-36-weeks-preggers.html' title='4 Weeks to Go (or 36 Weeks Preggers)'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7QBDHzwbHGY/TcBWtCS8oKI/AAAAAAAAAfo/m4fdeK57fa0/s72-c/IMG_7764.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-6659828125855226061</id><published>2011-05-01T07:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T13:24:43.339-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Simon's Circus Party</title><content type='html'>Simon turned three this weekend and we celebrated with a circus party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcw_4RVqKlY/Tb1bc5cC01I/AAAAAAAAAeg/9RZtSrF0lj8/s1600/circusinvite-web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcw_4RVqKlY/Tb1bc5cC01I/AAAAAAAAAeg/9RZtSrF0lj8/s320/circusinvite-web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601734063531676498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The invitation I made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I baked him a circus tent cake and cupcakes with circus animals on them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wF2fch0wyVw/Tb1bccZ2z5I/AAAAAAAAAeY/_0SH6_OCsKc/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 294px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wF2fch0wyVw/Tb1bccZ2z5I/AAAAAAAAAeY/_0SH6_OCsKc/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601734055737872274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I used a giant cupcake mold for the tent and Simon picked funfetti cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YTOEVyz0QWw/Tb1bdPsspqI/AAAAAAAAAeo/fWEorRt7hsA/s1600/DSC_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YTOEVyz0QWw/Tb1bdPsspqI/AAAAAAAAAeo/fWEorRt7hsA/s320/DSC_0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601734069507106466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sime blowing out his #3 candle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We had some circus decorations...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Uim5T4DYQU/Tb1bdlp58DI/AAAAAAAAAew/xH1jSpDc4so/s1600/DSC_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5Uim5T4DYQU/Tb1bdlp58DI/AAAAAAAAAew/xH1jSpDc4so/s320/DSC_0013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601734075400974386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Strongman Jonas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5UabbUNjqyc/Tb1beMSnSiI/AAAAAAAAAe4/rXGYhhIw9pc/s1600/DSC_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 131px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5UabbUNjqyc/Tb1beMSnSiI/AAAAAAAAAe4/rXGYhhIw9pc/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601734085772266018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Circus tent made of tablecloths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And we had lots of fun with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At three years old, Simon is a very smart boy.  He likes to make up stories with his daddy, to jump (he does a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lot&lt;/span&gt; of jumping), to play with Jonas, to color (especially with markers), climbing, going to the park, stickers and many more things.  He's borderline obsessed with bugs and claims they are all his friends.  He's also a huge fan of the circus (hence the circus party).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon, Mommy &amp;amp; Daddy love you very much and can hardly imagine life without you!  Now you just need to use the potty all the time and sleep in a little later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L627XKlSAzU/Tb1dN7YoPFI/AAAAAAAAAfA/2jqY4-v0qQQ/s1600/IMG_7842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L627XKlSAzU/Tb1dN7YoPFI/AAAAAAAAAfA/2jqY4-v0qQQ/s320/IMG_7842.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601736005379439698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Our friend KellyBeth took this pic during our family portrait session Friday)&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/15710876-6659828125855226061?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/6659828125855226061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=6659828125855226061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/6659828125855226061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/6659828125855226061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2011/05/simons-circus-party.html' title='Simon&apos;s Circus Party'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wcw_4RVqKlY/Tb1bc5cC01I/AAAAAAAAAeg/9RZtSrF0lj8/s72-c/circusinvite-web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-8176577926350386069</id><published>2011-04-29T12:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T13:24:13.741-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goings on'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Simon! (And a Circus Video)</title><content type='html'>Simon is three years old today!  We're celebrating tomorrow with a circus party.  I'll do an official Simon birthday post later, but to celebrate now here's a video taken on Chase's iPod of him (and Jonas) at the circus two weeks ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Em6-ZZlGxLc" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="314" width="500"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-8176577926350386069?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/8176577926350386069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=8176577926350386069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/8176577926350386069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/8176577926350386069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-birthday-simon-and-circus-video.html' title='Happy Birthday Simon! (And a Circus Video)'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Em6-ZZlGxLc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-6110837373177200864</id><published>2011-04-27T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T16:00:02.656-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poop'/><title type='text'>Gross Poop Story</title><content type='html'>Seriously, this is a gross story about poop.  You have been twice warned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning I awoke to find the boys playing happily in their room with some little white things strewn about between their beds.  At first I thought it was toilet paper, but Simon told me it was "tastey" and he doesn't eat toilet paper (though Jonas might).  As I got closer I could smell a minty scent.  Then I realized that white stuff was gum.  I had half a pack left in my purse and they had turned some into gum confetti and had a little celebration in their room while eating the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured they hadn't actually ingested that much, maybe a stick or two each (it was Orbitz, which is small anyway), so there wasn't a need to take them in to prompt care.  They'd probably just be a little constipated and then it would come out in a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to last night (Tuesday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon pooped his pull-ups and as I was wiping him I noticed something hanging out of his booty.  I about freaked at first because it was almost flesh-colored and sort of bulbous.  I thought he either had a gigantic roid or something was terribly, terribly wrong with his pooper.  Oh, the things that were going through my head!  I was going to call Chase at work and get him to rush home so he could take him to prompt care and then I'd meet him there once we found someone to stay with Jonas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered the gum incident and thought maybe, just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt;, it was the gum.  I grabbed the bulbous nastiness with the wipe and Sime didn't seem in pain.  I gently pulled and couldn't get it off.  I asked Simon if it hurt and he said, "Yes," but he didn't act like it (and if he is in the tiniest amount of pain he makes sure you know!).  So I grabbed it again with the wipe and yanked pulling out twice as much gooey nastiness as I thought was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 99% sure it was two to three sticks of gum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-6110837373177200864?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/6110837373177200864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=6110837373177200864' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/6110837373177200864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/6110837373177200864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2011/04/gross-poop-story.html' title='Gross Poop Story'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-55917540847924878</id><published>2011-04-26T19:04:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T19:46:22.665-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='injuries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goings on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Quite the Eventful Easter</title><content type='html'>Easter started out quite uneventful.  I dressed the boys a little bit nicer than usual and even brushed their hair (which makes it super fluffy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nk6OKoWOUu4/TbdhMvmrXAI/AAAAAAAAAdo/LNqEUvaeJUg/s1600/DSC_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nk6OKoWOUu4/TbdhMvmrXAI/AAAAAAAAAdo/LNqEUvaeJUg/s320/DSC_0013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600051533223517186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My fluffy boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OmWuKjFV0u4/TbdhMWaM3_I/AAAAAAAAAdg/3DCKeSc2Va8/s1600/DSC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OmWuKjFV0u4/TbdhMWaM3_I/AAAAAAAAAdg/3DCKeSc2Va8/s320/DSC_0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600051526460301298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jonas or &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aYpTwnqrMSE"&gt;Frances from Pee Wee's Big Adventure&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just took a couple pictures of them since we're getting our family portraits done on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t8KytVO2E_M/TbdhNKDaPvI/AAAAAAAAAdw/MsL5QTR14YM/s1600/DSC_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t8KytVO2E_M/TbdhNKDaPvI/AAAAAAAAAdw/MsL5QTR14YM/s320/DSC_0015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600051540323352306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jonas is making almost the same expression as last year's Easter pic of the boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3y0f_ahZsQ/TbdhNabnrwI/AAAAAAAAAd4/i2gjmkEuxrc/s1600/DSC_0309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3y0f_ahZsQ/TbdhNabnrwI/AAAAAAAAAd4/i2gjmkEuxrc/s320/DSC_0309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600051544719863554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Simon's learned to smile a little better, though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our church gathering and Easter dinner here and then the boys played with Daddy a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UjF4jFvDwSI/TbdjyiyeaMI/AAAAAAAAAeA/BvJSJchm0-A/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-24%2Bat%2B18.36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 177px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UjF4jFvDwSI/TbdjyiyeaMI/AAAAAAAAAeA/BvJSJchm0-A/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-24%2Bat%2B18.36.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600054381641623746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then right before we were about to start clean-up time and the bedtime routine, Jonas tripped over a cushion on the floor and busted his eye on the rocking chair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We debated taking him to the ER and consulted a nurse friend.  We didn't want to put him through the trauma of the ER if it wasn't necessary.  She suggested we take him in case it needs some help healing (he wouldn't stop rubbing it which made it bleed more).  After calling around, our neighbor ended up coming over to stay with Simon.  Chase took Jonas in while I got Simon ready and in bed, and then I met them at the ER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, Jonas was a bloody mess since face injuries bleed so much.  Chase had asked if we should clean him up before going in, but I said no because a bloody baby will get treated much faster!  You can &lt;a href="http://instagr.am/p/DhcFZ/?ref=nf"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt; to see the wound and &lt;a href="http://instagr.am/p/DhjzS/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see the shirt (which has been trashed).  We were only there for a little over an hour.  Jonas was so sweet and chatty except when he was being cleaned, restrained and glued (three people held him down while one glued the wound).  He got to eat half a popcicle and then we came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas is doing just fine now and the glue should just come off when it's ready.  This is what he looks like now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DsFya7lc7_c/Tbdmwt-oCkI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/YIaK9kzuvEM/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-26%2Bat%2B19.29%2B%25233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DsFya7lc7_c/Tbdmwt-oCkI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/YIaK9kzuvEM/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-04-26%2Bat%2B19.29%2B%25233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600057648820521538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's only fair that Jonas makes an ER trip the week of Simon's birthday since &lt;a href="http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-evening-spend-in-er.html"&gt;Simon had one &lt;/a&gt;(complete with ambulance ride) the week of Jonas' birthday...  Hopefully this won't be a trend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-55917540847924878?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/55917540847924878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=55917540847924878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/55917540847924878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/55917540847924878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2011/04/quite-eventful-easter.html' title='Quite the Eventful Easter'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nk6OKoWOUu4/TbdhMvmrXAI/AAAAAAAAAdo/LNqEUvaeJUg/s72-c/DSC_0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-3959367869286982644</id><published>2011-04-19T19:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T12:00:30.165-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlerspeak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simon says'/><title type='text'>Funny Things Simon Has Said</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IY5Rl1edjCA/Ta4jfLaLqDI/AAAAAAAAAdY/RGmTiKnw7qQ/s1600/DSC_0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IY5Rl1edjCA/Ta4jfLaLqDI/AAAAAAAAAdY/RGmTiKnw7qQ/s200/DSC_0028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597450405413627954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are some funny things Simon has said recently:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can ride flamingos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't ride flamingos; they're for babies to ride... and little people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Talking about Daddy's shirt)&lt;/span&gt; That's just my size!  My &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;new&lt;/span&gt; size!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Talking about the baby in my belly)&lt;/span&gt;  She can play with the food in your belly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bounce my head on your belly cuz your belly is like a ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(A handyman was installing a new faucet and water leaked out in the process)&lt;/span&gt; There's wet in our house, Mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I speak squirrel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to reach my hand up my booty!  There's poop in there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to see my poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lookin' tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel my eyebrows!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I feel your mustache, Daddy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-3959367869286982644?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/3959367869286982644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=3959367869286982644' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/3959367869286982644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/3959367869286982644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2011/04/funny-things-simon-has-said.html' title='Funny Things Simon Has Said'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IY5Rl1edjCA/Ta4jfLaLqDI/AAAAAAAAAdY/RGmTiKnw7qQ/s72-c/DSC_0028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-2786181344402990851</id><published>2011-04-17T08:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T08:00:01.664-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goings on'/><title type='text'>6 Weeks to Go (or 34 Weeks Preggo)</title><content type='html'>With 6 weeks (maybe) left, Baby Girl's clothes are washed and put away in her brand new dresser and in the kids' closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon helping (well, hindering) Daddy putting the dresser together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YeJd_aJ4GCs/TaorLG-IiQI/AAAAAAAAAcg/KSPyFZhMQa4/s1600/DSC_0018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YeJd_aJ4GCs/TaorLG-IiQI/AAAAAAAAAcg/KSPyFZhMQa4/s320/DSC_0018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596332956811036930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KnHOOC4AYBU/TaorKroFlFI/AAAAAAAAAcY/Q6Lfjvf90P8/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KnHOOC4AYBU/TaorKroFlFI/AAAAAAAAAcY/Q6Lfjvf90P8/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596332949470811218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't it look nice in our living room? I really like the color; so different but it goes with so much!  I think it'll be quite convenient to have it in the living room, too.  So does Jonas (who likes to pull out the neatly folded clothes and such).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aJqg0pYIbg0/TaosSLHbdII/AAAAAAAAAco/632FYPXgThY/s1600/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aJqg0pYIbg0/TaosSLHbdII/AAAAAAAAAco/632FYPXgThY/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596334177694479490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it's getting filled with cute little girl clothes... and a few things the boys wore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v1A7k8AX3Kg/TaorJqX9CoI/AAAAAAAAAcA/B9ftjsXjPN0/s1600/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v1A7k8AX3Kg/TaorJqX9CoI/AAAAAAAAAcA/B9ftjsXjPN0/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596332931954838146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here are a bunch of Baby Girl's little dresses nestled all cute between her brothers' things in the closet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jGBMrOE1J7k/TaorKPaN-lI/AAAAAAAAAcI/RI1ai3m8bQw/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jGBMrOE1J7k/TaorKPaN-lI/AAAAAAAAAcI/RI1ai3m8bQw/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596332941896448594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having 3 kids in a 2 bedroom place (at least while they're little) doesn't seem as difficult as I first thought it would be.  Their small clothes fit just fine in their closet and dressers for now (plus, out-of-season things can be stored in the garage on our nice new shelves!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the "coming home" outfit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C_tGzsu5tHo/TaorKXGdpgI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/0HxeAGWXUmA/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C_tGzsu5tHo/TaorKXGdpgI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/0HxeAGWXUmA/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596332943961073154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought this dress for her shortly after we found out she's a she!  We just need to set up the pack-n-play in our room and pack the hospital bag and we're ready for Baby Girl to come on out!  Hopefully she thinks 3 weeks from now (when she's 37 weeks and "full-term") is perfect timing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-2786181344402990851?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/2786181344402990851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=2786181344402990851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/2786181344402990851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/2786181344402990851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2011/04/6-weeks-to-go-or-34-weeks-preggo.html' title='6 Weeks to Go (or 34 Weeks Preggo)'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YeJd_aJ4GCs/TaorLG-IiQI/AAAAAAAAAcg/KSPyFZhMQa4/s72-c/DSC_0018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-4910714838808295900</id><published>2011-04-16T20:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T20:46:55.241-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goings on'/><title type='text'>Circus</title><content type='html'>This morning we took the boys to the circus, Ringling Bros. and Barnum &amp;amp; Bailey's Greatest Show on Earth, actually.  (Well, I wouldn't call it the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;greatest&lt;/span&gt; show on earth...)  Their one ring show came to town this weekend.  If you have tickets to a show, you can go an hour early for the pre-show and get some close-up entertainment and meet some of the performers &amp;amp; animals.  The boys enjoyed the pre-show better than the actual show, but some of that had to do with substituting lots of snacks for lunch and pushing naptime for the show.  One of the performers helped Simon do a tightrope walk, but unfortunately I missed it because I was sitting on the ring with Jonas watching the elephant (his favorite) at the time.  BUT Chase did get it on video on his iPod.  If he posts it, I'll link to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's what you really want... pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wOVXhegCsgk/TapDrwqAMXI/AAAAAAAAAcw/-ZB9XjdlFEc/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wOVXhegCsgk/TapDrwqAMXI/AAAAAAAAAcw/-ZB9XjdlFEc/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596359906035773810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Simon's circus excitement while we wait to go in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H2Kw6rbPX9Y/TapDtN80dBI/AAAAAAAAAdI/kmP1j51k5_A/s1600/DSC_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H2Kw6rbPX9Y/TapDtN80dBI/AAAAAAAAAdI/kmP1j51k5_A/s320/DSC_0027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596359931079193618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jonas with me at the pre-show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk1aEAjFt-Q/TapDset6k8I/AAAAAAAAAc4/facP0vbzfTs/s1600/DSC_0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk1aEAjFt-Q/TapDset6k8I/AAAAAAAAAc4/facP0vbzfTs/s320/DSC_0024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596359918400213954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Acrobats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7I4bQ6A4jvU/TapDtYl81WI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/NcHOCa19Fes/s1600/DSC_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7I4bQ6A4jvU/TapDtYl81WI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/NcHOCa19Fes/s320/DSC_0026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596359933936063842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Simon doesn't understand what it means to "line up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qjekOhH5jlw/TapDs53nrgI/AAAAAAAAAdA/gbyh-5GO2BY/s1600/DSC_0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qjekOhH5jlw/TapDs53nrgI/AAAAAAAAAdA/gbyh-5GO2BY/s320/DSC_0037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596359925688675842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Suzie the elephant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We weren't sure if Simon understood that we were going to watch the circus and not be a part of the circus when we left the house, but he seemed to do pretty well.  He practices his "circus tricks" at home with Daddy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-4910714838808295900?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/4910714838808295900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=4910714838808295900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/4910714838808295900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/4910714838808295900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2011/04/circus.html' title='Circus'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wOVXhegCsgk/TapDrwqAMXI/AAAAAAAAAcw/-ZB9XjdlFEc/s72-c/DSC_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-38321990538859847</id><published>2011-04-12T14:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T14:21:39.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Toilet Paper</title><content type='html'>When your almost 3-year-old comes and tells you your 19-month-old is "having fun with toilet paper," it is not a good thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3iLwjTvZDH4/TaSl7X62NbI/AAAAAAAAAbw/JcVt71U7VM0/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3iLwjTvZDH4/TaSl7X62NbI/AAAAAAAAAbw/JcVt71U7VM0/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594779076552701362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iiW_GGZTkRo/TaSl7uaBGgI/AAAAAAAAAb4/LANoTgec0SQ/s1600/DSC_0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iiW_GGZTkRo/TaSl7uaBGgI/AAAAAAAAAb4/LANoTgec0SQ/s320/DSC_0010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594779082589018626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah, my Little Destructo&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/15710876-38321990538859847?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/38321990538859847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=38321990538859847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/38321990538859847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/38321990538859847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2011/04/fun-with-toilet-paper.html' title='Fun with Toilet Paper'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3iLwjTvZDH4/TaSl7X62NbI/AAAAAAAAAbw/JcVt71U7VM0/s72-c/DSC_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-2922906801311073791</id><published>2011-04-02T13:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T13:16:56.619-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goings on'/><title type='text'>8 Weeks to Go... Maybe</title><content type='html'>At 32 weeks preggers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medium maternity pants no longer fall off! (Smalls have been getting a little snug lately).  This is good because all the maternity shorts &amp;amp; capris I have are mediums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My belly is starting to peek out a little of most of my maternity shirts (granted, most have been through the wash a gazillion times already).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Girl feels locked &amp;amp; loaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still crave donuts, Pepsi &amp;amp; ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need Tums at least once a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Girl simultaneously headbutts me in her exit route while pounding on my bladder with her fist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet are swelling ever so slightly and sometimes it feels like there's some Jello under the skin of my left foot (the same foot the swelled more with both boys).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Girl rubs her head on my &lt;a href="http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2011/03/10-weeks-to-go-or-30-weeks-preggers.html"&gt;belly bra&lt;/a&gt;.  She doesn't like when I wear it.  But wearing that thing is a must if I still want to be able to walk at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to take iron supplements for anemia (blek).  This also means I eat fiber cereal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Girl doesn't kick so much but she's constantly pushing, stretching out &amp;amp; rolling around.  It hurts.  She keeps me from sleeping.  Did I mention she pounds my bladder?  Yeah, that makes me feel the urge to pee when I don't need to... and keeps me from sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on a cleaning/organizing spree.  So far I've done our mail/office supply area on the kitchen counter, my sewing stuff and the boys' coloring books/stickers/etc.  Today Chase is doing the garage, then I can do closets and move bins o' clothes out to the garage on our new storage shelves.  Tomorrow we (well, Chase &amp;amp; some recruits after church) move the couch and then we'll put together Baby Girl's &lt;a href="http://www.ikea.com/us/en/catalog/products/90192047"&gt;dresser&lt;/a&gt; (which will double as her changing station) in the living room sometime this week, hopefully.  Once that's done, I can wash and put away her clothes!  We also just got rid of a bunch of junk.  Chase took a load to Goodwill, some to the dumpster and some to recycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started filling out my &lt;a href="http://www.slcbb.org/d_overview.htm"&gt;cord blood donation&lt;/a&gt; paperwork and will do the hospital preregistration forms to drop off this week.  I highly encourage cord blood donation!  It's just discarded after babies are born but it can be used for so much because it contains stem cells!  For example, it can be used in a bone marrow transplant or for research.  If enough is donated and gets used for research, there won't be a need to do stem cell research on lab-created then aborted embryos.  My doc is all about the cord blood donation and has received the "Golden Placenta" award for it!  Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's enough blogging for now.  I've got some stuff to sort through from the garage while Jonas is sleeping and Simon can play outside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-2922906801311073791?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/2922906801311073791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=2922906801311073791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/2922906801311073791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/2922906801311073791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2011/04/8-weeks-to-go-maybe.html' title='8 Weeks to Go... Maybe'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-4005507717890353777</id><published>2011-03-23T12:30:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T12:54:10.428-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goings on'/><title type='text'>My Little Big Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y1vBG-d34go/TYoxNsYyXqI/AAAAAAAAAbg/o-FMvcydRw4/s1600/DSC_0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y1vBG-d34go/TYoxNsYyXqI/AAAAAAAAAbg/o-FMvcydRw4/s320/DSC_0059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587332399029706402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon and Jonas are getting to be big boys.  Simon can almost dress himself.  Jonas can talk in (short) complete sentences and we understand most of what he says.  Today I took them both for a walk up and down the street for the first time &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;without a stroller&lt;/span&gt;!  Of course I put Jonas on the baby leash because he darts and being 30 weeks pregnant I cannot run after him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another big boy thing they got to do recently was ride the tricycles they got for Christmas!  They had to stay in the driveway (it's pretty big since we're in a duplex that connects at the garage).  Both boys insisted on wearing their boots to ride.  Jonas can't reach the pedals, but his trike has a handle we can use to push and steer.  Simon got the hang of his rather quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qc3KrW0-pWA/TYovvLvKaCI/AAAAAAAAAbI/7cejWsjD32Q/s1600/DSC_0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qc3KrW0-pWA/TYovvLvKaCI/AAAAAAAAAbI/7cejWsjD32Q/s320/DSC_0006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587330775357483042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is how Jonas rides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ze_wxMDX-sA/TYovvcF6cUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/dMSyXq1Vrg0/s1600/DSC_0025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ze_wxMDX-sA/TYovvcF6cUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/dMSyXq1Vrg0/s320/DSC_0025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587330779747873090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Simon is almost a pro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't think either of them fell completely off their trikes, but Jonas did take some spills on our walk this morning.  He wasn't even running or anything, I think he was just so distracted by all the sticks, leaves and flowers that he didn't pay attention to what he was doing.  He skinned his knees but was unphased. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6UQ1s9DmR3w/TYovvk4wVUI/AAAAAAAAAbY/0vzBzY0k_y0/s1600/DSC_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6UQ1s9DmR3w/TYovvk4wVUI/AAAAAAAAAbY/0vzBzY0k_y0/s320/DSC_0051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587330782108603714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My baby big boy's skinned knee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Simon usually doesn't believe me when I tell him Jonas is going to be a big brother, too.  He says that Jonas is still a baby.  Jonas begs to wear Simon's pull-ups (not that they're that different from a diaper, but Simon can take them off and pretty much get them on himself and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; thinks they're for big boys...).  I think the thing I'm looking forward to the most about Baby Girl coming (other than just not being pregnant anymore) is more babies holding babies!  I think Simon &amp;amp; Jonas will make great big brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-4005507717890353777?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/4005507717890353777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=4005507717890353777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/4005507717890353777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/4005507717890353777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-little-big-boys.html' title='My Little Big Boys'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y1vBG-d34go/TYoxNsYyXqI/AAAAAAAAAbg/o-FMvcydRw4/s72-c/DSC_0059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-5875932773270381461</id><published>2011-03-20T18:32:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T19:18:41.524-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Weeks to Go (or 30 Weeks Preggers)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yzc50p2r45E/TYaPXajMWJI/AAAAAAAAAa4/g974Hgl7ZAA/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-20%2Bat%2B18.20%2B%25233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yzc50p2r45E/TYaPXajMWJI/AAAAAAAAAa4/g974Hgl7ZAA/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-20%2Bat%2B18.20%2B%25233.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586310020226373778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I guess we can officially start counting down... 10 weeks 'til Baby Girl's due date.  The doc says she's little... yet I waddle.  She feels humongous and takes up every bit of womb she possibly can.  She doesn't kick so much but she's constantly squirming and pushing and it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hurts&lt;/span&gt;!  I bought what I call a belly bra (&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Gabrialla-Elastic-Maternity-Support-Medium/dp/B000ZKE4AM/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=hpc&amp;amp;qid=1300665693&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;a pregnancy support belt&lt;/a&gt;) to hold up my belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XMKxLpS3Ue8/TYaPXuDrDmI/AAAAAAAAAbA/szsBoSCcqls/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-07%2Bat%2B10.31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XMKxLpS3Ue8/TYaPXuDrDmI/AAAAAAAAAbA/szsBoSCcqls/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-07%2Bat%2B10.31.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586310025462877794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I tell ya, the thing is amazing.  It's just sorta uncomfortable when sitting down so I usually take it off then.  I can tell a huge difference between days I wear it and days I don't.  I sure wish I had one of these when Jonas was in there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some might say my &lt;a href="http://www.pregnancy-info.net/nesting.html"&gt;nesting&lt;/a&gt;* has begun.  I'm not so sure about that, but I do want to get things ready as soon as possible just because I feel like I very well may be immobile by the end of this pregnancy.  (OK, I probably am nesting or trying to, but most of the things I want to do I can't until we get rid of a couch, put together Baby Girl's dresser and get shelves in the garage... I should start a list, but I hate making lists...)  Already my left foot has started swelling on occasion and I can barely waddle at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Girl is due May 29, but if she's on the Simon &amp;amp; Jonas track, she should arrive about mid-May.  I sure hope she's on the Simon &amp;amp; Jonas track!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*So maybe the day Jonas was born I arranged our junk in the garage and swept it out so we could park a car in there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-5875932773270381461?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/5875932773270381461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=5875932773270381461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/5875932773270381461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/5875932773270381461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2011/03/10-weeks-to-go-or-30-weeks-preggers.html' title='10 Weeks to Go (or 30 Weeks Preggers)'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yzc50p2r45E/TYaPXajMWJI/AAAAAAAAAa4/g974Hgl7ZAA/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-03-20%2Bat%2B18.20%2B%25233.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-7453459257635779641</id><published>2011-02-21T14:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T14:24:34.625-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlerspeak'/><title type='text'>Too Cute for His Own Good</title><content type='html'>Today, I said, "I love you, Simon," and this was his response:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I love Daddy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And Daddy loves Jonas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I love Jonas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And Daddy loves meeee!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And you love Jonas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I love you, too, Mommy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes Simon is just too cute for his own good...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-7453459257635779641?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/7453459257635779641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=7453459257635779641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/7453459257635779641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/7453459257635779641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2011/02/too-cute-for-his-own-good.html' title='Too Cute for His Own Good'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-9202662411375225424</id><published>2011-02-10T15:50:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T15:59:13.283-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Simon's Valentine</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I took the boys to a Valentine play date.  On the way there I asked Simon who he was going to make a valentine for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Nella?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Daddy?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Mommy?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Neena?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Granny?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Papaw?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Grandpa?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Aunt Cassie?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Aunt Manders?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Aunt Paige?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Aunt Laura?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Uncle Nein?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Uncle Joel?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you going to make a valentine for?  (No answer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were making the valentine he still wouldn't tell me.  As soon as it was finished I asked him who it was for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GS6076S_awA/TVRfWV9HNjI/AAAAAAAAAaw/q-JLYxFm6kI/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-02-10%2Bat%2B15.56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 172px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GS6076S_awA/TVRfWV9HNjI/AAAAAAAAAaw/q-JLYxFm6kI/s320/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-02-10%2Bat%2B15.56.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572183476419376690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For Jonas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon sure loves his brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aIRNOKxZSY4/TVRe5nnQFRI/AAAAAAAAAao/sixV7Cl9FRE/s1600/boys%2Blaugh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aIRNOKxZSY4/TVRe5nnQFRI/AAAAAAAAAao/sixV7Cl9FRE/s320/boys%2Blaugh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572182982943315218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-9202662411375225424?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/9202662411375225424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=9202662411375225424' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/9202662411375225424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/9202662411375225424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2011/02/simons-valentine.html' title='Simon&apos;s Valentine'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GS6076S_awA/TVRfWV9HNjI/AAAAAAAAAaw/q-JLYxFm6kI/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-02-10%2Bat%2B15.56.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-4495601424162585242</id><published>2011-02-09T08:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T08:00:06.606-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goings on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazycakes'/><title type='text'>Hopeless</title><content type='html'>I had a glimmer of hope.  Had.  Now the hope is gone, all gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Simon pooped in his room.  Pooped.  In.  His.  Room.  A giant turd and five or so smaller turds.  Of course this was about two minutes before clean-up time.  I was in the living room with Jonas (who was pretending to pee on the potty) when I realized Simon was being too quiet in his room (again, anyone who has kids knows with the exception of sleep times, quiet = bad).  I went in to check and there, in the middle of the room, on his &lt;a href="http://www.ikea.com/us/en/catalog/products/20101871"&gt;Ikea playmat&lt;/a&gt;, was a giant turd.  I mean this turd would be big for an adult.  It was huge and there was a trail of smaller turds behind it.  Simon had poop all over his legs, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I herded the boys out of the room, shut the door and got Simon cleaned up.  Then I disposed of the turds and then rolled up the mat and stuck it in the garage.  At least it fits in the washing machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm completely giving up on potty training Simon.  He can just learn to change his own diapers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-4495601424162585242?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/4495601424162585242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=4495601424162585242' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/4495601424162585242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/4495601424162585242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2011/02/hopeless.html' title='Hopeless'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-6025560544317273670</id><published>2011-02-08T14:22:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T15:19:45.254-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goings on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazycakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grrr'/><title type='text'>Funnier in Retrospect OR A Laugh at My Expense</title><content type='html'>It's funnier in retrospect, but I was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; amused at the time...  "What?" you ask?  Simon pooping on his toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right, Friday morning Simon pooped on some of his toys.  And, no, he did not dump in his dump truck (although he did pee on a bulldozer).  It was one of those mornings where I was extra tired and camped out on the couch kinda dozing while the boys played and watched some TV.  Yes, I sometimes use TV as a babysitter, go ahead and judge me and make yourself feel superior; if you were pregnant and also had a clingy 18 month old and a 2.5 year old who regularly screamed in the middle of the night and got up waaaaaay too early, you'd have TV days as well... or you have a nanny or can ship the kids off to their grandparents' for the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had just started feeling well enough to get up off the couch and do something productive when I realized the boys were playing a little too quietly together in their room.  Anyone with kids can tell you that other than bedtime and naptime, too quiet equals bad news.  As soon as I walked into the boys' room Simon hid.  There was a mess, but their room didn't seem &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too&lt;/span&gt; messy.  And Jonas was just sitting on the floor playing with some stuffed animals... Then I smelled it... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;POOP!&lt;/span&gt;  My initial thought was that Jonas pooped in his diaper (because in our house, if anyone poops, Jonas will also poop not wanting to be outdone).  I checked, no poops in his diaper.  Simon's been going pantsless around the house to make it easier for him to use the potty by himself, so I knew there was no poop in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;his&lt;/span&gt; pants... and that there must be a turd somewhere in the room!  The search began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Simon if he pooped.  First he said no but then quickly recanted.  I asked him where and he pointed to the area between his Bounce-n-Spin Zebra and their chest of drawers.  He had stacked his puzzle rack (with puzzles still in it) on top of a container for their zoo toys.  On the very top puzzle was a turd!  Why did he poop there?  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How&lt;/span&gt; did he poop there?  Then I noticed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; turd in the bear cave of their zoo toy.  OK, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how&lt;/span&gt; did he do &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;?  It turned out that he had stacked the puzzles on the zoo container to stand on and reach something on top of the chest of drawers.  While he was standing and reaching he must have just let the turds fly as he grabbed the object of his interest (a piece to one of his Matchbox cars).  One turd landed on the puzzle and the other landed in the zoo which had fallen over at just the right angle to catch some poo in the bear cave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I was livid.  I made Simon watch me clean it up and then put the all the zoo pieces and puzzles in the garage.  (Oh, and in the course of cleaning the poop, Jonas got into the toilet bowl cleaner.  Thankfully, I was able to yank it out of his hands just as he was about to shove it into his mouth!)  The rule is if Simon pees or poops on his toys, they are going into the garage until he can go on the potty and treat his toys properly.  As I was gathering the rest of the puzzles I saw a puddle of pee on and around his bulldozer toy, which was about three feet from where the turds were.  So not only did he poop on some toys, he went over either before or after to pee on another.  After a cleaning, that toy also went to the garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kid has bladder and bowel control, he just does not want to go on the potty.  Well, he'll tell me he wants to be a big boy and that he wants to pee and poop on the potty and get a treat (always emphasizing the treat part), but he doesn't actually do it.  He'd much rather crouch in a corner to poop or let it fly as he's running across the room (something he also did last week).   Maybe he'd be more keen to the potty stuff if Jonas were to pee &amp;amp; poop on the potty, too. As obsessed as Jonas is with the potty right now (seriously, if he hears the word "potty" or he sees Simon pee on the potty, Jonas will dart over and act like he's peeing and pooping on the potty!) and as crazy as I feel, I just might try that.  I mean, I'm already cleaning pee &amp;amp; poop up all the time as it is, so why not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-6025560544317273670?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/6025560544317273670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=6025560544317273670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/6025560544317273670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/6025560544317273670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2011/02/funnier-in-retrospect-or-laugh-at-my.html' title='Funnier in Retrospect OR A Laugh at My Expense'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-2933420783911234529</id><published>2011-02-03T16:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T16:06:03.443-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goings on'/><title type='text'>Potty Time!</title><content type='html'>Simon is reading some potty books and waiting for a poop.  If he poops on the potty he gets a treat, gets to wear undies and we get to go visit Daddy at work tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TUsmAg7KskI/AAAAAAAAAag/J9glG5EBXDU/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TUsmAg7KskI/AAAAAAAAAag/J9glG5EBXDU/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569587154453705282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jonas wants to join in on the fun and is also reading potty books.  But Jonas tries to push Simon off the potty so he can sit there.  He really likes to stand and pretend that he's peeing when Simon is finished.  If Jonas was a little bit better at communicating, I'd go ahead and let him start potty training, too!  Maybe he can do that this summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-2933420783911234529?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/2933420783911234529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=2933420783911234529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/2933420783911234529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/2933420783911234529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2011/02/potty-time.html' title='Potty Time!'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TUsmAg7KskI/AAAAAAAAAag/J9glG5EBXDU/s72-c/DSC_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-5699949582604835294</id><published>2011-02-01T19:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T20:05:37.891-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goings on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazycakes'/><title type='text'>Just Some Craziness Around Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TUiquogev7I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/9NURCQ5a2h8/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-29%2Bat%2B18.57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TUiquogev7I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/9NURCQ5a2h8/s200/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-29%2Bat%2B18.57.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568888657367973810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can probably guess, things are pretty crazy around here.  Jonas has his two bottom cuspids getting ready to bust through and it's making him a super crank.  With this teething comes slight fever, runny nose and cough (from the runny nose), and of course the pain of teeth trying to push through his gums.  Plus, Simon has been biting Jonas (unprovoked), also making Jonas a super crank.  Jonas being a super crank means lots of crying &amp;amp; screaming on his part... and sometimes my part (but I mostly blame that on pregnancy hormones).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TUiqvoz8M9I/AAAAAAAAAaU/R2_tRKqFWmc/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B11.39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TUiqvoz8M9I/AAAAAAAAAaU/R2_tRKqFWmc/s200/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B11.39.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568888674629465042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We're on potty training attempt number four with Simon (we gave up after attempt three because Simon got sick, Daddy had to travel and Mommy was sick &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; pregnant and then we were all going to be traveling for Christmas and didn't want to deal with it then).  Simon has been saying he wants to be a big boy and go on the potty, so today was the first day of potty training... yet again.  With the exception of peeing on his toy box, Simon has done a really good job today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TUiqvBbk8jI/AAAAAAAAAaE/6fUbPS8pswQ/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-26%2Bat%2B09.15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TUiqvBbk8jI/AAAAAAAAAaE/6fUbPS8pswQ/s200/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-26%2Bat%2B09.15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568888664058294834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It seems that life with Simon is a battle.  Okay, the entire day is not a battle, but every meal, nap time (which I gave up on and we have rest/movie time while Jonas naps), clean-up time, bedtime, potty training, etc. are battles.  And a lot of those battles are just because of his will.  For example, we can give him a dinner full of all of his favorite foods and he'll say he's hungry but will only want to eat two bites and then ask for a treat.  Mealtime battles have nothing to do with whether or not he likes the food or whether or not he's hungry; he just has some control issue or something.  It's the same with our last two potty training attempts; he understands the potty, has bladder and bowel control, and he even says he wants to go on the potty and be a big boy (and get rewards, of course)... but he would just pee and poop in his undies after getting rewards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TUiqvU4wHXI/AAAAAAAAAaM/oKN8HChPLt4/s1600/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B11.31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TUiqvU4wHXI/AAAAAAAAAaM/oKN8HChPLt4/s200/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-20%2Bat%2B11.31.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568888669280935282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As crazy and frustrating as things get around here though, we have two very smart, hilarious and sweet boys.  There are lots of kisses, hugs and snuggles.  Simon looks out for Jonas and gets so excited when Jonas wakes up from nap.  Simon can sing the alphabet with only two or three mistakes (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...H-Y-J-K-M-&amp;amp;-M-O-P...&lt;/span&gt;) and Jonas can sing the alphabet a little, too (most of the letters are B)!  Simon seems to remember &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;everything&lt;/span&gt;, so we need to watch what we say around him.  Jonas sometimes speaks in phrases (he said, "Car in'ere" [car in there] the other day!).  Both boys like to imitate things we do and each other, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and we've narrowed Baby Girl's name down to two choices... probably!  Of course, her name won't be revealed until she's born as we did with the boys.  We're going to stay in our two bedroom place for this year (there's a lot more living space and storage [hello, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;garage&lt;/span&gt;!] than in the three bedroom places we've looked at, plus we have a great deal on rent since Chase does the yard work).  So we've got some rearranging and purging to do and new furniture coming before Baby Girl makes her appearance.  Things are only going to get crazier around here, I expect, until, well, maybe forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Update***&lt;br /&gt;So, Simon peed a little on the floor during clean-up.  Gah!  He still didn't do too badly for day one, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-5699949582604835294?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/5699949582604835294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=5699949582604835294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/5699949582604835294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/5699949582604835294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2011/02/just-some-craziness-around-here.html' title='Just Some Craziness Around Here'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TUiquogev7I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/9NURCQ5a2h8/s72-c/Photo%2Bon%2B2011-01-29%2Bat%2B18.57.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-7105428611614890052</id><published>2011-01-11T09:49:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T09:58:48.082-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goings on'/><title type='text'>It's...  A...</title><content type='html'>It's time to bust out the tutus and hair bows because Baby #3 is a GIRL!  Here are her ultrasound pictures from yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TSx8G967A-I/AAAAAAAAAZc/7D_Et9jll2U/s1600/all%2Bcurled%2Bup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TSx8G967A-I/AAAAAAAAAZc/7D_Et9jll2U/s320/all%2Bcurled%2Bup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560956099038479330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's all curled up and was like that for most of the ultrasound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TSx8HDDM6hI/AAAAAAAAAZk/PqdUXRh9Pug/s1600/arm-head.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TSx8HDDM6hI/AAAAAAAAAZk/PqdUXRh9Pug/s320/arm-head.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560956100415384082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her arm next to her head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TSx8HelNnVI/AAAAAAAAAZs/ZwMSvkdAk6o/s1600/legs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TSx8HelNnVI/AAAAAAAAAZs/ZwMSvkdAk6o/s320/legs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560956107805793618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Such a modest girl with her legs crossed...  She wanted to keep them that way making it difficult to get a good look, but with some persistent prodding the tech was able to get her to move and give us a peek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TSx8IID4ZFI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/LtODVLYSlOQ/s1600/profile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TSx8IID4ZFI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/LtODVLYSlOQ/s320/profile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560956118940279890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baby Girl's profile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now I've got to go purge some baby boy clothes to make room for little dresses!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TSx8G967A-I/AAAAAAAAAZc/7D_Et9jll2U/s1600/all%2Bcurled%2Bup.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-7105428611614890052?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/7105428611614890052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=7105428611614890052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/7105428611614890052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/7105428611614890052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2011/01/its.html' title='It&apos;s...  A...'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TSx8G967A-I/AAAAAAAAAZc/7D_Et9jll2U/s72-c/all%2Bcurled%2Bup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-2808585024762084612</id><published>2011-01-07T10:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T10:27:55.389-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlerspeak'/><title type='text'>I Guess I'm Pretty Tall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TSc-_XjXcOI/AAAAAAAAAZU/0YJv2WKrjN0/s1600/DSC_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TSc-_XjXcOI/AAAAAAAAAZU/0YJv2WKrjN0/s200/DSC_0031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559481523387199714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I was fixing my hair in the bathroom, Simon came bouncing up to me with a tape measure and said, "Let me check you!"  He measured me (sort of) and proclaimed, "Mommy, you 5,000 tall!"  Then he went and sat on Jonas' head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-2808585024762084612?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/2808585024762084612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=2808585024762084612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/2808585024762084612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/2808585024762084612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-guess-im-pretty-tall.html' title='I Guess I&apos;m Pretty Tall'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TSc-_XjXcOI/AAAAAAAAAZU/0YJv2WKrjN0/s72-c/DSC_0031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-264551800698327267</id><published>2011-01-03T13:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T13:21:46.988-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlerspeak'/><title type='text'>Simon on the Phone</title><content type='html'>This morning Simon wanted to call his granny &amp;amp; papaw.  In his conversation with Granny, he said, "Fluffy might like a flute, a quiet flute."  (Fluffy is her cat.)  When he was told Papaw was at work, he flipped the phone over thinking he could just talk to Papaw on the other side of the phone.  Silly Simon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-264551800698327267?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/264551800698327267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=264551800698327267' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/264551800698327267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/264551800698327267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2011/01/simon-on-phone.html' title='Simon on the Phone'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-2477734469461159995</id><published>2011-01-01T10:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T10:13:30.490-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goings on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlerspeak'/><title type='text'>An Email from Simon</title><content type='html'>My mom sent an email to Simon and this was his reply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;uuu00opoop0op9uiuoioo.[.0]0p-- \-j 8yhjufgufhj'7fryytfg-hj  neena  [Simon typing]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Simon,  doggie, cars, kitty cats, cow, snake, turtle, lion, ostrich, rabbit,  chick, crocodile, fish, cars, snowman, cars, snowman [Simon dictating]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Simon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-2477734469461159995?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/2477734469461159995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=2477734469461159995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/2477734469461159995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/2477734469461159995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2011/01/email-from-simon.html' title='An Email from Simon'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-6247957569812375008</id><published>2010-12-01T17:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T17:32:09.347-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goings on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlerspeak'/><title type='text'>Buzz Lightyear &amp; Ribs</title><content type='html'>This is Simon's current favorite shirt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TPbaZIQMZ_I/AAAAAAAAAZI/FxIAFv8err4/s1600/DSC_0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TPbaZIQMZ_I/AAAAAAAAAZI/FxIAFv8err4/s320/DSC_0028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545860116400334834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, a hand-me-down blue tye-dye Buzz Lightyear shirt.  He's never even seen Toy Story, but he gets excited every time he sees this shirt in his drawer and asks to wear it.  He says he "wuvs" it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for more fun Simon stuff, here's a recent conversation we had while he was laying on the floor shirtless and puffing out his chest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (feeling the bottom of his ribcage)&lt;/span&gt;  What doze [those]?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Those are your ribs.&lt;br /&gt;Simon:  I wuv dem  [love them]!...  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(moving his hands up a bit)&lt;/span&gt;  What deez [theese]?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Those are more ribs.  You're so skinny because you don't eat, and now you can feel all your ribs.&lt;br /&gt;Simon:  I wuv dem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, Simon loves Buzz Lightyear and his own ribs... and a suction cup spider toy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-6247957569812375008?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/6247957569812375008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=6247957569812375008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/6247957569812375008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/6247957569812375008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2010/12/buzz-lightyear-ribs.html' title='Buzz Lightyear &amp; Ribs'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TPbaZIQMZ_I/AAAAAAAAAZI/FxIAFv8err4/s72-c/DSC_0028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-4194666289249003687</id><published>2010-11-18T20:23:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T20:26:35.333-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goings on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlerspeak'/><title type='text'>Jonas Says, "Amen!"</title><content type='html'>Tonight Jonas thought himself quite hilarious when he said, "Amen!" after prayer.  Naturally, I recorded him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="278" width="450"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XCnq8sbUBS4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XCnq8sbUBS4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="278" width="450"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and he sneaked in a "Dada" at the end, too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-4194666289249003687?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/4194666289249003687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=4194666289249003687' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/4194666289249003687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/4194666289249003687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2010/11/jonas-says-amen.html' title='Jonas Says, &quot;Amen!&quot;'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-2220352107696852459</id><published>2010-11-04T13:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T13:05:25.469-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goings on'/><title type='text'>Kitchen Wrestling</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TNL1nBUBiYI/AAAAAAAAAZA/Qv2c4S-42Cc/s1600/Photo+on+2010-11-04+at+10.25+%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TNL1nBUBiYI/AAAAAAAAAZA/Qv2c4S-42Cc/s320/Photo+on+2010-11-04+at+10.25+%232.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535756942707886466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys were wrestling in the kitchen this morning.  At this point, Simon was winning, but Jonas wasn't putting up much of a fight...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-2220352107696852459?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/2220352107696852459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=2220352107696852459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/2220352107696852459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/2220352107696852459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2010/11/kitchen-wrestling.html' title='Kitchen Wrestling'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TNL1nBUBiYI/AAAAAAAAAZA/Qv2c4S-42Cc/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-11-04+at+10.25+%232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-5133805347596559436</id><published>2010-10-31T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T11:16:08.411-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goings on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Halloween Costumes &amp; Cupcakes</title><content type='html'>Here ya go... our Halloween costumes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon &amp;amp; Jonas were both characters from the movie &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beetlejuice&lt;/span&gt;.  Never seen it or has it been a while?  I found this YouTube clip that has both of their characters in it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/2A3f9RZUR24/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2A3f9RZUR24?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2A3f9RZUR24?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Jonas as Betelgeuse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TM4WolKAfQI/AAAAAAAAAYg/rr9lkzFnTm0/s1600/DSC_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TM4WolKAfQI/AAAAAAAAAYg/rr9lkzFnTm0/s320/DSC_0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534385878509583618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The ghost with the most!  Betel-Jones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Simon as a Sandworm:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TM4Woa6CAmI/AAAAAAAAAYY/MXUirU5FGes/s1600/DSC_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TM4Woa6CAmI/AAAAAAAAAYY/MXUirU5FGes/s320/DSC_0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534385875758219874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Simon as the thing that eats Betelgeuse at the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I sewed Simon's costume myself with the last bit of black &amp;amp; white striped fabric that the fabric store had, some green fabric&amp;amp; polyester fiberfill for the mouth, zebra print foamy paper stuff for teeth and red poms for eyes.   Jonas' costume is the tux Simon wore in some weddings this summer with white duct tape and the sleeves and pants cuffs tucked under.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TM4bq9TMmdI/AAAAAAAAAY4/XOVplO64-j8/s1600/DSC_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TM4bq9TMmdI/AAAAAAAAAY4/XOVplO64-j8/s320/DSC_0014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534391416908454354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now before I show you my and Chase's costumes, you need to watch this video (or at least some of it because only one person at the party we went to got it):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/x175lf?width=480&amp;amp;iframe=0&amp;amp;additionalInfos=0&amp;amp;autoPlay=0&amp;amp;hideInfos=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/x175lf?width=480&amp;amp;iframe=0&amp;amp;additionalInfos=0&amp;amp;autoPlay=0&amp;amp;hideInfos=0" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x175lf_beastie-boys-sabotage_music"&gt;Beastie Boys - Sabotage&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/hushhush112"&gt;hushhush112&lt;/a&gt;. - &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/us/channel/music"&gt;Explore more music videos.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now the costumes (including our friend Feng who was part of our trio):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TM4Wn0C-2gI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/zQiHce5lVE8/s1600/DSC_0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TM4Wn0C-2gI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/zQiHce5lVE8/s320/DSC_0029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534385865326778882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Feng, Chase &amp;amp; me as the Beastie Boys as actors as 70's type detective characters from their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sabotage&lt;/span&gt; video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Our costumes came from a combination of our closets, Goodwill, Wal-marts, and one of the Halloween stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now something that needs no explanation, the Halloween monster cupcakes I made for the party on Friday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TM4Wpj-9oOI/AAAAAAAAAYw/isL0eXZdd4Q/s1600/DSC_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TM4Wpj-9oOI/AAAAAAAAAYw/isL0eXZdd4Q/s320/DSC_0029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534385895374692578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chocolate cupcakes with homemade buttercream icing in Halloween skull wrappers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy Halloween!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/15710876-5133805347596559436?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/5133805347596559436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=5133805347596559436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/5133805347596559436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/5133805347596559436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2010/10/halloween-costumes-cupcakes.html' title='Halloween Costumes &amp; Cupcakes'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TM4WolKAfQI/AAAAAAAAAYg/rr9lkzFnTm0/s72-c/DSC_0005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-7312619000934836007</id><published>2010-10-29T10:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T11:01:57.343-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goings on'/><title type='text'>A Post Not Entirely About Poop</title><content type='html'>My dear blog followers, I must inform you that by my estimation, there will be at least three more years of poop posts on here.  So if that makes you roll your eyes in disgust, check back in three years and there just might be a new subject matter on here... but I make no guarantees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you're informed, I'll give an update on the kiddos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon, as you know, is potty training.  He's starting to get the hang of it!  I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;knew&lt;/span&gt; he was able and ready, just unwilling until I found the right motivator.  He's pooped in his potty several times now and has gotten M&amp;amp;Ms, stickers, matchbox cars and most recently, Cars undies!  He loves his new undies.  He's been doing some &lt;a href="http://astore.amazon.com/kumonpublisno-20?_encoding=UTF8&amp;amp;node=1"&gt;Kumon&lt;/a&gt; maze, tracing and cutting books and loves to draw pictures of bats, spiders, pumpkins and ghosts.  If we pass a house with Halloween decorations, he'll exclaim, "It's HA-WO-WEEN!"  He's super pumped about going trick-or-treating and talks about knocking on doors and saying, "trick-or-TREAT!"  Simon's starting to try to refuse his afternoon nap, but I don't think he's ready to give it up quite yet... or maybe I'm not ready for him to give it up quite yet.  Hopefully I can at least keep him napping until I'm into my second trimester...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas is quite silly and is the snuggliest person I've ever met.  He loves to snuggle and sleep with my and Chase's dirty shirts.  If I try to put one in the laundry, he'll find another in our room.  He &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt; have one of Mommy's and one of Daddy's in his crib as well as a blankie.  Sometimes he just walks around the house snuggling them, too.  Jonas wants everyone who comes into our home to pick him up... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt;!  He's a big Daddy's boy right now and freaks out if Chase walks out the door or goes into the bathroom.  He still climbs on everything and now has quite the vocabulary.  He says: Mama, Mommy, Dada, Daddy, Papa (Grampa/Papaw), heeeyyyyy, bye-bye, baby, (and bye-bye baby to babies), dis (this), dat (dat), wuz dat? (what's that?), who's dat? (who's that?), skisy (squishy), e'wo (hello), pat pat pat bas'off! (pat pat pat blastoff!  from &lt;a href="http://tv.disney.go.com/playhouse/littleeinsteins/"&gt;Little Einsteins&lt;/a&gt;), down, more, tan'kew (thank you), stop (don't think he knows what that means), poop, boo, get out, no &amp;amp; ball (his favorite).  He signs: ball, more, eat, thank you, bird, stop, baby, shoes, no &amp;amp; car (and maybe a couple others I'm forgetting).  One thing Jonas enjoys doing is rearranging; he moves picture frames and hides the remote.  This guy still takes two naps a day.  He also likes to go in time-out after Simon is finished serving his time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're thinking Baby #3 is a girl (won't really know 'til January) and Chase &amp;amp; I may have even decided on a name!  Woo hoo!  Girls' names are really difficult for us.  As usual, we'll keep this name a secret until she's born.  I've felt sicker this pregnancy but thankfully haven't thrown-up.  I don't have any cravings, but usually I get food aversions (with Simon it was peanuts and with Jonas it was eggs).  So far I haven't found my food aversion this time, but mouthwash tastes absolutely terrible!  One thing that's different this time is for the most part is that food tastes way better than usual!  Hopefully that doesn't cause me to gain 80 pounds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got a Halloween party to go to tonight, so I'll have a post with pictures of our awesome costumes coming soon.  Here's a hint about the boys' costumes:  they're different characters from the same movie and are mostly black &amp;amp; white striped...  (If I've already told you what they are, please refrain from commenting about it!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-7312619000934836007?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/7312619000934836007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=7312619000934836007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/7312619000934836007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/7312619000934836007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2010/10/post-not-entirely-about-poop.html' title='A Post Not Entirely About Poop'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-2842755193389791090</id><published>2010-10-25T10:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T10:59:03.240-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goings on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grrr'/><title type='text'>Illusive Sleep</title><content type='html'>Simon is a terrible sleeper.  Anything that disrupts his daily schedule also messes with his nighttime sleep.  Missing a nap messes with his sleep.  Going to bed too early messes with his sleep.  Going to bed too late messes with his sleep.  When he's sick, it messes with his sleep.  Simon has a cough, and of course, it's messing with his sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was like having a newborn again.  No wait, like having &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Newborn Simon&lt;/span&gt; because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Newborn Jonas&lt;/span&gt; came home from the hospital and slept&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 6 hours&lt;/span&gt; his first night!  (It didn't continue that way, but he ususally slept 4 and 5 hour stretches the first few months... until he got sick...)  Last night, like when Simon was an itty bitty baby, this guy was up every 2 hours.  Every.  2.  Hours.  Thankfully, he only woke Jonas up once and Jonas went right back to sleep.  But at 4:50 this morning I suggested to Chase that he bring Simon into our bed, then Chase could get some sleep on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon was very comforted by having Mommy right next to him... but he wouldn't go back to sleep.  The kid has been up since before 5 this morning... just like when he was a newborn.  At 6:40 he got mad because I wouldn't keep switching spots with him, but Chase came in and relieved me so I could get some rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, there are some tired people in our household today.  Tired and cranky.  Plus, Jonas is working on the dreaded 1-year molars and those wonderful teething tablets have been &lt;a href="http://www.examiner.com/healthy-trends-in-atlanta/hyland-s-teething-tablets-recalled-may-pose-a-risk-to-children"&gt;recalled&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and to top it all off, this morning Simon pooped on the floor &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;right next to his potty&lt;/span&gt;.  At least Jonas was napping and didn't pick it up this time.  (Did I not mention that?  Last week Jonas picked up a Simon turd...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-2842755193389791090?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/2842755193389791090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=2842755193389791090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/2842755193389791090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/2842755193389791090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2010/10/illusive-sleep.html' title='Illusive Sleep'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-269586519759834295</id><published>2010-10-23T09:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T09:50:20.862-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goings on'/><title type='text'>We Have a Poop!</title><content type='html'>Big news, world:  Simon just pooped on the potty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe he ran outside naked from the waist down to tell his daddy who was doing some yard work...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-269586519759834295?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/269586519759834295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=269586519759834295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/269586519759834295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/269586519759834295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2010/10/we-have-poop.html' title='We Have a Poop!'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-4805434518874649154</id><published>2010-10-21T15:48:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T16:07:29.459-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goings on'/><title type='text'>More Potty Talk</title><content type='html'>As I mentioned &lt;a href="http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2010/10/potty-talk.html"&gt;last time&lt;/a&gt;, I'm &lt;strike&gt;super motivated&lt;/strike&gt; desperate to get Simon potty trained (the whole having three in diapers thing is super unappealing).  Today, I changed my strategy a little...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few days of TV deprivation and missed pooportunities* and after hearing what some friends and relatives have done, I decided we'd camp out on or around the potty and read books, eat snacks and watch TV until the boy poops, by golly!  We even skipped Simon's nap because as soon as I put a Pull-up on his bottom for nap he's bound to fill it with poo.  Besides, he's not exerting that much energy being a TV zombie anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TMCpokyjclI/AAAAAAAAAXg/hFWc9GsbuV4/s1600/DSC_0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TMCpokyjclI/AAAAAAAAAXg/hFWc9GsbuV4/s200/DSC_0017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530606856946545234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Watching TV, snacking &amp;amp; waiting for a poop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, no poop... BUT he's peed TWICE on the potty ALL BY HIMSELF with no prompting or help from me!  The first time, I heard the sound of pee hitting what I thought was the floor, gasped then saw him standing up and peeing into his little potty, then he turned around and watched some more TV.  He's very excited about this accomplishment, and so am I!  I'm sure it helps that he's naked from the waist down today, too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm not making him sit on the potty the whole time.  Every once in a while I'll tell him to sit and try to poop, but mostly he just sits or stands near it and reclines on the ottoman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully we'll get a poop soon, but I'll take the pee pee progress over nothing!  I'm starting to see a light at the end of the potty training tunnel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*poop opportunities, I thought my made-up word was fitting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-4805434518874649154?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/4805434518874649154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=4805434518874649154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/4805434518874649154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/4805434518874649154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2010/10/more-potty-talk.html' title='More Potty Talk'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TMCpokyjclI/AAAAAAAAAXg/hFWc9GsbuV4/s72-c/DSC_0017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-77215783960450185</id><published>2010-10-19T20:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T21:14:12.167-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goings on'/><title type='text'>Potty Talk</title><content type='html'>Simon's been potty training for a week now.  He's great at peeing on the potty when I take him and now wakes up from naps dry and even woke up dry this morning!  But he is vehemently against pooping on the potty.  He just will not poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let's backtrack to the pee pee...  Simon has only told me twice that he had to pee, the rest of the time I just took him to avoid accidents.  He's not great at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;telling&lt;/span&gt; me he has to go but he's good at going when I take him.  He wears a Pull-up if we take him to the store or the park or someone's house and they stay dry.  Thankfully, he's not one of those kids that pees himself just because he's wearing a Pull-up.  Actually, I think this is because he really doesn't care if he's got a wet diaper, Pull-up or undies, so he's indifferent about what's covering his booty.  None of those things bother him one bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what else doesn't bother Simon?  Sitting in his poop.  That's why potty training him is so difficult.  Since his birth he has never minded sitting in his own pee and/or poop in the least!  He has the promise of matchbox cars if he poops on the potty as well as promises of M&amp;amp;Ms and Cars undies.  Simon is very excited about all these things and talks daily about going to the store to get cars (and then adds other things he wants), but it's not motivation enough to make him poop on the potty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think I've found Simon's motivator: TV.  This kid &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt; TV.  As of Monday afternoon, the rule has been no TV for Simon til he poops on the potty.  And you know what?  He's gone from saying he doesn't want to poop on the potty to actually trying to today!  He sat on the potty for almost a half hour while we read books but pooped himself five minutes after he got up.  But he did make another attempt of his own accord even though he didn't have to go... because he wanted to watch TV!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've (I've) given up potty training twice now because I just didn't want to deal with it, but this time I pretty much &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to or wait a year.  If I don't do it now, I might as well wait til after Christmas because we'll be traveling and there's no sense in starting it a couple weeks before traveling.  By March I'll be in my miserable 3rd trimester of pregnancy where I have little motivation to do much of anything, so there's no sense in doing potty training then, and besides that, he's very likely to backslide when Baby comes in May especially if he was just recently potty trained.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  I also won't have the time or energy to handle potty training while I have a newborn plus, I really, really, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; do NOT want to change diapers for 3 kids when one is more than able to go on the potty (and just doesn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; to).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon is two-and-a-half.  He's old enough to use the potty.  He shows plenty of the typical readiness signs for potty training.  It's a matter of breaking his will against it, and by golly, I think his TV deprivation just might do that... and if not, well, at least he won't be a TV zombie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-77215783960450185?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/77215783960450185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=77215783960450185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/77215783960450185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/77215783960450185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2010/10/potty-talk.html' title='Potty Talk'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-4544970775686117641</id><published>2010-10-14T11:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T11:46:06.132-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='potty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goings on'/><title type='text'>Oh, the Potty!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TLcxHrMEZ_I/AAAAAAAAAXY/1lK8_xJ9FgY/s1600/potty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TLcxHrMEZ_I/AAAAAAAAAXY/1lK8_xJ9FgY/s200/potty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527941075542763506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Simon is officially potty training (for the 3rd and final time).  He's not really interested in the potty, but Jonas is.  We have to keep the pee-catching "inner potty" piece up high when it's not in use because Jonas likes to take it out and put it on his head.  If Simon is standing up to pee, Jonas likes to try to climb in.  Until today, we've been able to keep Jonas out/off of the potty while Simon was using it.  Today, you see, Jonas was so excited to see Simon's pee pee in the potty that he reached right in to feel it before I could push him away.  Maybe Jonas will potty train easier than Simon since he's already so interested...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-4544970775686117641?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/4544970775686117641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=4544970775686117641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/4544970775686117641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/4544970775686117641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2010/10/oh-potty.html' title='Oh, the Potty!'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TLcxHrMEZ_I/AAAAAAAAAXY/1lK8_xJ9FgY/s72-c/potty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-201246889221872573</id><published>2010-10-11T20:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T20:50:49.844-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlerspeak'/><title type='text'>Simon's Big Announcement</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/280mVJVhEaQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/280mVJVhEaQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-201246889221872573?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/201246889221872573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=201246889221872573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/201246889221872573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/201246889221872573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2010/10/simons-big-announcement.html' title='Simon&apos;s Big Announcement'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-1228203300690672607</id><published>2010-10-03T10:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T10:47:23.555-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goings on'/><title type='text'>My Little Thrill-Seekers</title><content type='html'>Simon &amp;amp; Jonas love a good thrill.  Here are some videos to show it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Simon at a festival a few weeks ago riding a racecar ride.  It's hard to hear over the noisy ride, but Simon is screaming in delight most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SABnRO5n4Uc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SABnRO5n4Uc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="250" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's Jonas going down a giant slide this past Friday at a pumpkin patch play barn.  His expression may not show his enjoyment, but he kept going back to the slide wanting to go down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BmuTsDvgHU8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BmuTsDvgHU8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="250" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumpkin post coming soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-1228203300690672607?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/1228203300690672607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=1228203300690672607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/1228203300690672607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/1228203300690672607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-little-thrill-seekers.html' title='My Little Thrill-Seekers'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-4577000638743654899</id><published>2010-09-26T15:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T15:13:04.633-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goings on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Magic Bars</title><content type='html'>I'm not much of a cook, but I do enjoy baking when it's something I'm excited to eat... something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TJ-pGm7IqjI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/DOF2Fo3aSJY/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 139px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TJ-pGm7IqjI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/DOF2Fo3aSJY/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521317599172405810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's in my oven right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magic Bars&lt;br /&gt;in layers:&lt;br /&gt;2 tubes of choc chip cookie dough&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup of coconut flakes (pressed in)&lt;br /&gt;brownie batter (double fudge!)&lt;br /&gt;1/3 more cup coconut flakes&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup (or so) Ande's baking mints&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup of semisweet choc chips&lt;br /&gt;all baking in a greased pan at 350 for 45-50 mins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recipe actually called for 1/2 cup of pecans, but I'm a chocolate mint fanatic and substituted Ande's mints instead!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-4577000638743654899?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/4577000638743654899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=4577000638743654899' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/4577000638743654899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/4577000638743654899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2010/09/magic-bars.html' title='Magic Bars'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TJ-pGm7IqjI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/DOF2Fo3aSJY/s72-c/DSC_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-1913774218384505511</id><published>2010-09-20T09:46:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T10:16:04.065-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goings on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Apple Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TJd0kPyMOMI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/9lZF3Tb1WjQ/s1600/Photo+on+2010-09-20+at+09.25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TJd0kPyMOMI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/9lZF3Tb1WjQ/s200/Photo+on+2010-09-20+at+09.25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519008034426992834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jonas is sick today.  He had a fever of 102.6 when he went to bed (early) last night and woke up with a fever of 101.1 this morning.  With the help of medicine, his fever is gone now.  He refused to nap in his crib this morning (had a royal freak-out) and fell asleep on me while watching Sesame Street.  He's snoozing on me as I type this, poor guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this post isn't just about my poor little sicky... We went to the Apple Festival this weekend and I wanted to show off some pictures Chase &amp;amp; I took of our awesome boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TJd1cnUrBdI/AAAAAAAAAWY/xhmdeDJUm7U/s1600/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TJd1cnUrBdI/AAAAAAAAAWY/xhmdeDJUm7U/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519009002818307538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jonas watches the racecar ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TJd1dNt8C6I/AAAAAAAAAWg/pNA0ub95n4g/s1600/DSC_0010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TJd1dNt8C6I/AAAAAAAAAWg/pNA0ub95n4g/s320/DSC_0010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519009013124828066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Simon waits not-so-patiently for the racecar ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TJd1dlwQw0I/AAAAAAAAAWo/gNjw9xAPjxU/s1600/DSC_0016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TJd1dlwQw0I/AAAAAAAAAWo/gNjw9xAPjxU/s320/DSC_0016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519009019577025346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Weeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TJd1eAAmKXI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_jUsLUI0t7w/s1600/DSC_0022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TJd1eAAmKXI/AAAAAAAAAWw/_jUsLUI0t7w/s320/DSC_0022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519009026624858482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He screamed with excitement the whole time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TJd1e4RAhjI/AAAAAAAAAW4/3V3ud8uPzWU/s1600/DSC_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TJd1e4RAhjI/AAAAAAAAAW4/3V3ud8uPzWU/s320/DSC_0037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519009041726080562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Simon models the hat we bought him at a craft booth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TJd4DsaOu8I/AAAAAAAAAXA/uOFiO163Er0/s1600/DSC_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TJd4DsaOu8I/AAAAAAAAAXA/uOFiO163Er0/s320/DSC_0042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519011873221950402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jonas isn't quite as thrilled to wear his&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TJd4EBqsjCI/AAAAAAAAAXI/j8gkwlx_ZnU/s1600/DSC_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TJd4EBqsjCI/AAAAAAAAAXI/j8gkwlx_ZnU/s320/DSC_0045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519011878928157730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys in their hats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We let Simon ride one ride at the festival (3 tickets/ride at $1/ticket...) and he had such a good time and wanted to ride more and more and wouldn't stop talking about the rides til after dinner.  We do have some pretty awesome video of him on the racecar ride and hopefully I'll be able to get that together and posted soon.  Chase liked those hats at one of the craft booths (and so did I) so we got 'em for the boys!  Maybe next year a set of grandparents can come up for the festival when both boys will be big enough to ride rides and they can ride more than one!  That would make a fun present for the boys, hint hint!&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/15710876-1913774218384505511?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/1913774218384505511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=1913774218384505511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/1913774218384505511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/1913774218384505511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2010/09/apple-festival.html' title='Apple Festival'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TJd0kPyMOMI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/9lZF3Tb1WjQ/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-09-20+at+09.25.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-5040155126985505499</id><published>2010-09-15T20:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T21:01:17.047-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Better Videos</title><content type='html'>Here are a couple better videos.  The first is the boys dancing in the kitchen earlier this evening while listening to &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.amazon.com/Here-Come-ABCs-DVD-Combo/dp/B000BEZPSC/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=music&amp;amp;qid=1284602405&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Here Come the ABC's&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://www.theymightbegiants.com/"&gt;They Might Be Giants&lt;/a&gt;.  The second video is of Jonas using iChat to type to Daddy at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/17iWfWJOO8Y?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/17iWfWJOO8Y?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="250" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7bw8U9OSums?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7bw8U9OSums?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="250" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-5040155126985505499?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/5040155126985505499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=5040155126985505499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/5040155126985505499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/5040155126985505499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2010/09/better-videos.html' title='Better Videos'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-8455645875159194331</id><published>2010-09-15T07:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T07:40:27.616-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlerspeak'/><title type='text'>A Breakfast Conversation with Simon</title><content type='html'>Simon &amp;amp; I were eating breakfast recently when we heard something shift or fall in the pantry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon:  I hear somesing&lt;br /&gt;Me:  You hear something?  What do you hear?&lt;br /&gt;Simon:  I hear a op-po-pus&lt;br /&gt;Me:  You hear an octopus?&lt;br /&gt;Simon:  Yes, I hear a op-po-pus. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Pause)&lt;/span&gt;  I eat a op-po-pus.&lt;br /&gt;Me:  You want to eat an octopus?&lt;br /&gt;Simon:  Yes, I eat a op-po-pus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-8455645875159194331?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/8455645875159194331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=8455645875159194331' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/8455645875159194331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/8455645875159194331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2010/09/breakfast-conversation-with-simon.html' title='A Breakfast Conversation with Simon'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-3014625549122914564</id><published>2010-09-13T15:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T16:05:37.434-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><title type='text'>A Bunch of Phone Videos</title><content type='html'>Here are a bunch of videos of the boys... but they were taken on my dying phone, so while they &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are&lt;/span&gt; cute, it's low quality.  Enjoy anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Swinging Backward and Forward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2WK-a_tgciE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2WK-a_tgciE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Walking with Sticks:  Part 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x__XIdyTVcI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/x__XIdyTVcI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Walking with Sticks:  Part 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/00nhIPbK3as?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/00nhIPbK3as?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Big Boy Carseat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6vcWcHqdJjI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6vcWcHqdJjI?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simon and the Onion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8AkyjqCxqt0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8AkyjqCxqt0?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jonas in the Little House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jGLab-TfG0w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jGLab-TfG0w?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simon and the Bicycle Pump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xWugICl-pls?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xWugICl-pls?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-3014625549122914564?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/3014625549122914564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=3014625549122914564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/3014625549122914564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/3014625549122914564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2010/09/bunch-of-phone-videos.html' title='A Bunch of Phone Videos'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-2534755704559284759</id><published>2010-09-10T13:24:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T20:55:24.511-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goings on'/><title type='text'>My Little Destroyers</title><content type='html'>I now have two &lt;strike&gt;babies&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strike&gt;toddlers&lt;/strike&gt; destroyers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TIp8ixoon4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/bLV2iZHlszM/s1600/DSC_0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TIp8ixoon4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/bLV2iZHlszM/s200/DSC_0025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515357630549761922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jonas, the younger- age 1, is systematically making his way around the duplex and ripping off every doorstop he can find.  He's had two successes so far and several interruptions.  His crib is covered in bite marks.  Forget about dust covers for books, you might as well just throw those away before allowing that book to cross his path.  Any paper object is ripped to shreds and/or eaten by this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TIp8Jrz6S_I/AAAAAAAAAWA/h7PAtaRII2o/s1600/DSC_0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TIp8Jrz6S_I/AAAAAAAAAWA/h7PAtaRII2o/s200/DSC_0006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515357199489715186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Simon, the older- age 2, isn't quite as disastrous around the house unless he's in cahoots with Jonas.  His destructive skills are best displayed when we're grocery shopping.  He rips open boxes and chews tags off any item I let him hold in the cart; but today, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh today&lt;/span&gt;, he made me simultaneously angrier at him than I've ever been on a shopping trip and want to crack up laughing...  Today as I was checking out some multi-surface cleaner I hear, "Mmmmm!  Yummy hotdogs!" from the basket of the cart.  Simon had eaten a hole through the plastic packaging and bit a chunk out of some kielbasa.  Of course this was after I'd told him five times to take it out of his mouth.  I think I had to tell him to take 50% of the items in the cart out of his mouth at one point or another.  On top of that, somewhere between the cash register and our refrigerator we lost a gallon of milk.  I don't know if the bagger didn't load it in the cart or if I didn't get it from the cart to the van.  Either way, I can't ever fully pay attention because I'm too busy wrangling the &lt;strike&gt;boys&lt;/strike&gt; destroyers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they're going to end up destroying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; soon...  or at least my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***UPDATE  5:00 pm***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This late afternoon Destroyer Simon unrolled an entire roll of toilet paper (with Jonas' encouragement), got a time-out for it, and when asked if he's allowed to mess with the toilet paper he said, "Yesh."  I tell him he's not allowed to touch it til he pees &amp;amp; poops on the potty by himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, together the boys unscrewed at least one bolt from our dining table and Simon was happily munching on it.  I guess we'll eventually find out if Jonas ate one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Chase &amp;amp; I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; get a kid-free dinner tonight!  Hooray for babysitters and &lt;a href="http://www.houlihans.com/home.aspx"&gt;Houlihan's&lt;/a&gt; free birthday entrée coupons!  (Seriously, join their &lt;a href="http://www.houlihans.com/EmailClub.aspx"&gt;email club&lt;/a&gt; and they'll email you a coupon for a free entrée, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;any entrée&lt;/span&gt;, for your birthday!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-2534755704559284759?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/2534755704559284759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=2534755704559284759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/2534755704559284759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/2534755704559284759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-little-destroyers.html' title='My Little Destroyers'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TIp8ixoon4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/bLV2iZHlszM/s72-c/DSC_0025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-8216226711131843238</id><published>2010-09-08T17:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T17:28:41.236-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Jonas Toddles</title><content type='html'>Jonas is officially a toddler!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JTTd2u_y5go?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JTTd2u_y5go?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-8216226711131843238?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/8216226711131843238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=8216226711131843238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/8216226711131843238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/8216226711131843238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2010/09/jonas-toddles.html' title='Jonas Toddles'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-5728626439685149326</id><published>2010-09-07T09:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T10:01:06.342-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goings on'/><title type='text'>We Are a Big Mans</title><content type='html'>Simon's been saying, "We are a mans!  We are a big mans!" a lot lately, so I thought it was time for him to do something manly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TIZSmN0TOTI/AAAAAAAAAVo/QDndIH_ksec/s1600/DSC_0063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TIZSmN0TOTI/AAAAAAAAAVo/QDndIH_ksec/s320/DSC_0063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514185610259282226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon got his first tatoo this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TIZSmmYoTjI/AAAAAAAAAVw/C8c8WdA8Z3Y/s1600/DSC_0067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TIZSmmYoTjI/AAAAAAAAAVw/C8c8WdA8Z3Y/s320/DSC_0067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514185616854109746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It really represents where he is in life right now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Note:  I've been watching a little &lt;a href="http://tlc.discovery.com/tv/la-ink/"&gt;LA Ink&lt;/a&gt; lately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-5728626439685149326?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/5728626439685149326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=5728626439685149326' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/5728626439685149326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/5728626439685149326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2010/09/we-are-big-mans.html' title='We Are a Big Mans'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TIZSmN0TOTI/AAAAAAAAAVo/QDndIH_ksec/s72-c/DSC_0063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-1090998435566696464</id><published>2010-09-05T07:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T07:51:13.324-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Jonas' First Birthday:  The Movie</title><content type='html'>Here it is, the movie all of Jonas' aunts &amp;amp; uncles have been waiting for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="264" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YEpirk56SKs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YEpirk56SKs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="264" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-1090998435566696464?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/1090998435566696464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=1090998435566696464' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/1090998435566696464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/1090998435566696464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2010/09/jonas-first-birthday-movie.html' title='Jonas&apos; First Birthday:  The Movie'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-7823505896347140339</id><published>2010-09-01T13:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T13:19:46.035-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlerspeak'/><title type='text'>A Conversation While Swinging</title><content type='html'>The boys were swinging at the park as Simon asked me what sounds things made (really just wanting me to ask &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; what sounds things made).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon:  Wha soun a ow-l make?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  What sound does an owl make?&lt;br /&gt;Simon:  Hoo!  Hoo!  Donas, a ow-l say, "Hoo!  Hoo!"&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Jonas, an owl says, "Hoo!  Hoo!"&lt;br /&gt;Jonas:  Aaaahhhh!&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Simon, you taught Jonas the sound an owl makes!&lt;br /&gt;Simon:  Wha soun a beer make?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  What sound does a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bear&lt;/span&gt; make?&lt;br /&gt;Simon:  Scratch!  Scratch!  Wha soun a swowr make?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  A what?&lt;br /&gt;Simon:  Wha soun a swowr make?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  A &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flower&lt;/span&gt;?  I don't think flowers make sounds; they just grow and look pretty and smell good.&lt;br /&gt;Simon:  Wha soun a tree make?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  A &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tree&lt;/span&gt;?  Well, their leaves rustle in the wind, so I guess they go "rustle, rustle."&lt;br /&gt;Simon:  I slying!&lt;br /&gt;Me:  You're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flying&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Simon:  No, I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;salling&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Oh, you're &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;falling&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had scooted down in the swing and thought he was falling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-7823505896347140339?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/7823505896347140339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=7823505896347140339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/7823505896347140339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/7823505896347140339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2010/09/conversation-while-swinging.html' title='A Conversation While Swinging'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-482965552788606161</id><published>2010-08-30T12:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T12:59:44.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Buddies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/THvvJdJjXsI/AAAAAAAAAVg/HzKkW_WBqYg/s1600/DSC_0217.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/THvvJdJjXsI/AAAAAAAAAVg/HzKkW_WBqYg/s200/DSC_0217.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511261514740489922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chase recently asked Simon who his best friend was and Simon's response was Jonas!  Simon's nickname for Jonas is Buddy.  When Jonas is getting into something he's not supposed to Simon will say, "No, Buddy!  Noooo!"  Of course, that is also Simon's response when Jonas is playing with a toy Simon wants... or when Jonas is doing something Simon just doesn't want him to do... or... well... I pretty much hear "No, Buddy!  Noooo!" all day long, but at least it's cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon and Jonas imitate each other.  Simon likes to make Jonas' baby noises and crawl around and pull up on things like Jonas does.  And Jonas likes to say the things Simon often says, like "Wa-go!" which is Jonas-speak for the common Simon phrase "Ready to go!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These boys crawl around chasing each other, climb into cabinets together, wrestle with each other, put buckets on their heads together, snuggle each other, and just plain look cute together.   They often coordinate their poop schedule, too.  I smell one (or maybe both) now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-482965552788606161?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/482965552788606161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=482965552788606161' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/482965552788606161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/482965552788606161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2010/08/buddies.html' title='Buddies'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/THvvJdJjXsI/AAAAAAAAAVg/HzKkW_WBqYg/s72-c/DSC_0217.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-110449339809564159</id><published>2010-08-30T09:10:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T15:16:52.329-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goings on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Rough but Fun Couple of Weeks</title><content type='html'>It's been a rough couple weeks but also a fun couple weeks.  It's been rough because I've had to monitor Simon's temperature since his seizure which means making sure his night waking isn't because of a fever.  He's been fever-free for a week and a half now, so I can rest a little easier... when the boys let me rest!  We've got to get back into the swing of sleeping through the night.  Simon had gotten used to getting up overnight and that makes for tired parents.  I'm pretty sure he's over the getting up because he's used to getting up routine, but now Simon's problem is kicking his covers off and fussing til someone comes in and covers him back up. So we've got to work on that. Oh, and Jonas the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;one-year-old&lt;/span&gt; is getting teeth.  I suspect the dreaded molars.  We've all gotten to sleep through the night twice these past two weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last couple weeks have been fun because we had Jonas' first birthday party! There were friends and family and cake!  The boys and I also took a trip to a children's museum with friends and we also went to a sensory activity playdate where the kids all got to play in shaving foam (but not Jonas since he'd eat it), water, paper shreds and much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/THu_iJR06II/AAAAAAAAAUw/bvDS2sFAIPg/s1600/DSC_0049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/THu_iJR06II/AAAAAAAAAUw/bvDS2sFAIPg/s320/DSC_0049.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511209162345080962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy, Mommy, Birthday Boy &amp;amp; CAKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/THu_i5OxzrI/AAAAAAAAAU4/cMGPN5nq63M/s1600/DSC_0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/THu_i5OxzrI/AAAAAAAAAU4/cMGPN5nq63M/s320/DSC_0079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511209175217196722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Simon helps Jonas with the smash cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/THu_jjBwBuI/AAAAAAAAAVA/9dBxWvzT3D8/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/THu_jjBwBuI/AAAAAAAAAVA/9dBxWvzT3D8/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511209186436843234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My parents with the boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/THu_kdFKqUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/QieyJ7cdUGs/s1600/DSC_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/THu_kdFKqUI/AAAAAAAAAVI/QieyJ7cdUGs/s320/DSC_0038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511209202020428098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Playing in sand at the children's museum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/THu8iCXJvYI/AAAAAAAAAUo/XrUXpY1ZFIM/s1600/DSC_0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/THu8iCXJvYI/AAAAAAAAAUo/XrUXpY1ZFIM/s320/DSC_0044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511205861953486210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jonas liked the skeleton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/THu8hlCpTvI/AAAAAAAAAUg/SFvpFStMJZc/s1600/DSC_0081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/THu8hlCpTvI/AAAAAAAAAUg/SFvpFStMJZc/s320/DSC_0081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511205854082846450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Simon escaped from a hungry, hungry hippo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/THu_k3XjkLI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/lk4jPoVHsJg/s1600/DSC_0176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/THu_k3XjkLI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/lk4jPoVHsJg/s320/DSC_0176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511209209076879538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me with my boys at the museum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos3.meetupstatic.com/photos/event/9/6/e/3/event_17498627.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 360px;" src="http://photos3.meetupstatic.com/photos/event/9/6/e/3/event_17498627.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jonas playing in paper shreds at the sensory playdate&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;photo by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.seemamarun.com/"&gt;Joanna&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also took Jonas' one year pictures.  He's mighty cute.  He even took his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first step&lt;/span&gt; during the photo shoot!  Here are some favorites if you think you can handle them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/THu8fgDjcqI/AAAAAAAAAUI/OqBHcQyk_yI/s1600/DSC_0197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/THu8fgDjcqI/AAAAAAAAAUI/OqBHcQyk_yI/s320/DSC_0197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511205818384741026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sweet, sweet Jonas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/THu8g2Y6RnI/AAAAAAAAAUY/fGdYkOThsYo/s1600/DSC_0203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/THu8g2Y6RnI/AAAAAAAAAUY/fGdYkOThsYo/s320/DSC_0203.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511205841559766642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The first step captured!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/THu8gecRhJI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/enbL3DeqdQQ/s1600/DSC_0227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/THu8gecRhJI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/enbL3DeqdQQ/s320/DSC_0227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511205835131421842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favorite pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We don't have much planned for the upcoming weeks.  We plan on having weekly picnics in the park (weather permitting) and will hopefully be spending more time outside!&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/15710876-110449339809564159?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/110449339809564159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=110449339809564159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/110449339809564159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/110449339809564159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2010/08/rough-but-fun-couple-of-weeks.html' title='Rough but Fun Couple of Weeks'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/THu_iJR06II/AAAAAAAAAUw/bvDS2sFAIPg/s72-c/DSC_0049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-8123117026597941874</id><published>2010-08-20T07:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T07:28:48.872-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goings on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Fever-free Night</title><content type='html'>We had a fever-free night!  Hooray! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Jonas kicked it off with a royal freak out when Chase &amp;amp; I were about to get ready for bed...  And then Simon woke up a bunch wanting his covers pulled back on and then wanted a drink.  He wound up in bed with us a little after 4.  Then wanted to get up at 5:30 but he fell back asleep til 7 after I told him it wasn't time to get up yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my zombabies are watching preschool shows on TV and talking about all the family that will visit this weekend (and the toys they'll bring).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-8123117026597941874?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/8123117026597941874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=8123117026597941874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/8123117026597941874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/8123117026597941874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2010/08/fever-free-night.html' title='Fever-free Night'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-2224698886812676818</id><published>2010-08-19T13:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T13:58:27.488-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Jonas the One-Year-Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TG100VNOKKI/AAAAAAAAATQ/Pf2YiSA5d78/s1600/DSC_0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TG100VNOKKI/AAAAAAAAATQ/Pf2YiSA5d78/s320/DSC_0045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507186361738602658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas!  You're one year old today!  I can hardly believe it's been a year since you came out into the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TG10zagJjLI/AAAAAAAAATA/EsqTJfuIdME/s1600/DSC_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TG10zagJjLI/AAAAAAAAATA/EsqTJfuIdME/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507186345980300466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TG13YgD3P7I/AAAAAAAAAT4/Hr6fHFBpskw/s1600/DSC_0062.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You're massive.  You wear size 24 month clothes for the most part.  I suspect your massiveness is why you're not walking yet, but you are standing... and climbing!  Boy, you are a daredevil!  You climb folded chairs like ladders, you climb onto the couch and into Simon's bed, and you climb the tiny furniture and then &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stand up&lt;/span&gt; in it!  When you climb down, 90% of the time it's head-first, but the face-plants don't usually phase you (unless you're sleepy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TG13YLnAzQI/AAAAAAAAATw/lymBS2fDgbw/s1600/DSC_0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TG13YLnAzQI/AAAAAAAAATw/lymBS2fDgbw/s320/DSC_0089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507189176660970754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TG100VNOKKI/AAAAAAAAATQ/Pf2YiSA5d78/s1600/DSC_0045.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You love to eat.  You'll eat anything except peach cobbler.  You like to eat dirt, grass, wood chips, possibly poisonous berries, and basically anything you can get to your mouth before I take it away from you.  Whenever I give you milk in a bottle, you usually prefer a sippy; and whenever I give milk to you in a sippy, you usually prefer a bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TG10z8Q1SuI/AAAAAAAAATI/CN0O7IEI_GY/s1600/DSC_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TG10z8Q1SuI/AAAAAAAAATI/CN0O7IEI_GY/s320/DSC_0021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507186355042863842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boxes are a new favorite for you.  You like to be in and on them, and you like to destroy them, too.  You especially like to cause Simon great distress by getting in his way when he's trying to "close the doors" on them.  Really, your favorite toy is whatever Simon is playing with at the moment.  But you do really like balls and trucks.  You recently started making noises for the trucks when you play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TG13XAZFzfI/AAAAAAAAATg/6wDap_p3lHM/s1600/DSC_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TG13XAZFzfI/AAAAAAAAATg/6wDap_p3lHM/s320/DSC_0041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507189156469919218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love your brother.  One of your favorite things to do is lounge on Simon even though he doesn't usually like it.  You especially love to climb into his bed after nap and snuggle him which usually gets him fussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TG13WzohJXI/AAAAAAAAATY/tEY0y8GRY2Y/s1600/DSC_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TG13WzohJXI/AAAAAAAAATY/tEY0y8GRY2Y/s320/DSC_0077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507189153044964722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're pretty good about going down for naps and bed.  You love to snuggle blankies and it's super cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TG13Xvx2QMI/AAAAAAAAATo/ytHDQ1iVzdU/s1600/DSC_0084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TG13Xvx2QMI/AAAAAAAAATo/ytHDQ1iVzdU/s320/DSC_0084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507189169190224066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You are getting pretty silly.  You do what I call your battle cry every time you knock blocks down.  You also have what I call your dragon voice.  You love to dance and you sometimes sing "Mama" to the tune of the Blue Danube waltz by Strauss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TG13YLnAzQI/AAAAAAAAATw/lymBS2fDgbw/s1600/DSC_0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TG10ybpgKQI/AAAAAAAAASw/nEO1uVnkJEs/s1600/DSC_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TG10ybpgKQI/AAAAAAAAASw/nEO1uVnkJEs/s320/DSC_0014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507186329108097282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas, you're such a big boy, but you'll always be my (giant) little baby... even when you're 30!  I love you and am so excited that I get to be your mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TG13YgD3P7I/AAAAAAAAAT4/Hr6fHFBpskw/s1600/DSC_0062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TG13YgD3P7I/AAAAAAAAAT4/Hr6fHFBpskw/s320/DSC_0062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507189182150688690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-2224698886812676818?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/2224698886812676818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=2224698886812676818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/2224698886812676818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/2224698886812676818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2010/08/jonas-one-year-old.html' title='Jonas the One-Year-Old'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TG100VNOKKI/AAAAAAAAATQ/Pf2YiSA5d78/s72-c/DSC_0045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-2923359939578015195</id><published>2010-08-19T12:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T12:35:52.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Jonas Birthday Blog is on the Way...</title><content type='html'>It's Jonas' birthday today!  A Jonas birthday blog is forthcoming...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-2923359939578015195?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/2923359939578015195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=2923359939578015195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/2923359939578015195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/2923359939578015195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2010/08/jonas-birthday-blog-is-on-way.html' title='A Jonas Birthday Blog is on the Way...'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-6968552408252654002</id><published>2010-08-19T12:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T14:01:32.077-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goings on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>The Simon Situation</title><content type='html'>Last night Simon woke up again at midnight with a fever of 102.9.  Some medicine brought it down and he said he wanted to sleep in his own bed.  He's been having a low or no fever during the day but it spikes at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a follow-up appointment with his pediatrician this morning.  He couldn't find anything wrong with Simon or anything specific to cause his fever.  The doc said to take his temperature every 4 hours or so and monitor it for a while.  He also said to give him some acetaminophen or ibuprofen before bed even if he's not running a fever as a preventative measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked if there was a certain temperature that I needed to call in and he said there's no magic number; he's had kids get seizures as soon as their temp goes over 100, others once it hits 104, and yet others that get temps of 105 and nothing happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I bought an instant ear thermometer since I'll have to take Simon's temp a LOT.  For now the situation is to just monitor and wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-6968552408252654002?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/6968552408252654002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=6968552408252654002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/6968552408252654002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/6968552408252654002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2010/08/simon-situation.html' title='The Simon Situation'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-475526725871441509</id><published>2010-08-18T07:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T07:50:04.507-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goings on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><title type='text'>Rough Night</title><content type='html'>Since I was exhausted I went to bed just after 9:30 last night... Jonas woke up at 10, spent a short time in bed with us wiggling around &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; sleeping and then he went back to his bed about 11...  Simon woke up at midnight with a fever of 102.7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully Simon wasn't upset, but he was kinda loopy.  He was soooo silly and just saying all sorts of funny things.  He kept talking about Neena &amp;amp; Grampa and Granny &amp;amp; Papaw and Aunt Cassie.  Then he'd list all the characters from Dora the Explorer.  After some medicine, an attempt at a coolish bath and an attempt with a cool washcloth (he didn't like those things) his temperature went down to 101.4 and then 100.4 and he went to bed with us around 2:00 AM snuggling his sippy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys woke up about 6:15 this morning in good moods.  Simon's temperature was still 100.4, but after some more medicine, breakfast and some Mickey Mouse on TV it's down to 99.0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping we can all take a nice nap this afternoon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-475526725871441509?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/475526725871441509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=475526725871441509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/475526725871441509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/475526725871441509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2010/08/rough-night.html' title='Rough Night'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-2028340761105962838</id><published>2010-08-17T20:20:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T07:48:46.202-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goings on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazycakes'/><title type='text'>Just an Evening Spent in the ER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TGs1gRFLyVI/AAAAAAAAASo/_dz1S_X4r80/s1600/Hospital+Sime.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TGs1gRFLyVI/AAAAAAAAASo/_dz1S_X4r80/s200/Hospital+Sime.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506553797847796050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We're back from the ER and the boys are in bed and fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What?  The ER?&lt;/span&gt;  Yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early this evening I found Simon having a seizure on the floor in his room.  I called 911 and as I was talking to the operator he stopped seizing and fell asleep in my arms.  The ambulance came (right after Chase got home from a day trip for work) and took Simon and me to the ER.  Thankfully some friends came over to watch Jonas so Chase could meet us at the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The diagnosis is a febrile seizure which is caused by a high fever and is common in 1-2 year-olds.  And since Simon's had the shakes/light convulsions from high fevers before, the ER doc suspects he's just more prone to them.  So we've just got to keep his fever down and follow up with his pediatrician in a few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-2028340761105962838?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/2028340761105962838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=2028340761105962838' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/2028340761105962838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/2028340761105962838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-evening-spend-in-er.html' title='Just an Evening Spent in the ER'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TGs1gRFLyVI/AAAAAAAAASo/_dz1S_X4r80/s72-c/Hospital+Sime.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-8138259676350231289</id><published>2010-08-14T12:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T13:00:55.695-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goings on'/><title type='text'>Bedtime No's</title><content type='html'>Every time I tuck 2-year-old Simon in to bed for naptime and bedtime I tell him, "No yelling, no screaming, no squealing, stay in bed and do not get up and steal Jonas' blankies!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had to add "no roaring" to the list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-8138259676350231289?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/8138259676350231289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=8138259676350231289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/8138259676350231289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/8138259676350231289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2010/08/bedtime-nos.html' title='Bedtime No&apos;s'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-6335522609962406660</id><published>2010-08-13T09:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T10:10:39.062-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goings on'/><title type='text'>Rawr!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TGVfi8Lmp6I/AAAAAAAAASY/-6VjSZ_Xi5o/s1600/DSC_0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TGVfi8Lmp6I/AAAAAAAAASY/-6VjSZ_Xi5o/s320/DSC_0009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504911173405288354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Simon and I made puppets using brown paper bags &amp;amp; markers.  I showed him where to draw eyes and he drew some!  I asked him if it was a monster and he said it was, so I added pupils, nostrils, and a mouth.  It needed eyebrows and he wanted them to be angry.  The Sime picked out all the colors.  When it was finished he told me it was scary, but he likes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TGVfiXPZ5TI/AAAAAAAAASQ/t5hWf2Mh5iY/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TGVfiXPZ5TI/AAAAAAAAASQ/t5hWf2Mh5iY/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504911163489117490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TGVfhrFmWWI/AAAAAAAAASI/hN6EohKASHs/s1600/DSC_0006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TGVfhrFmWWI/AAAAAAAAASI/hN6EohKASHs/s320/DSC_0006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504911151636830562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-6335522609962406660?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/6335522609962406660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=6335522609962406660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/6335522609962406660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/6335522609962406660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2010/08/rawr.html' title='Rawr!'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TGVfi8Lmp6I/AAAAAAAAASY/-6VjSZ_Xi5o/s72-c/DSC_0009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-7108700240835083909</id><published>2010-08-09T15:09:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T15:32:29.570-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goings on'/><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>Wow, I've really been neglecting this blog!  The reason is I haven't had anything particularly interesting or insightful to say.  I still don't, but I guess I'll let my 3 followers know what's been going on in case they're not also my facebook friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see...  We're under contract to purchase our first home, but it's a short sale and that means it's complicated...  Ummm... We've done some traveling...  Aaaaand what else?...  Jonas is almost walking and almost one year old!  Oh, and Simon was in two weddings and now his curls are gone.  That about covers it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what you really want- pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TGBhrENqoNI/AAAAAAAAAR4/YqhTLUiuZPQ/s1600/DSC_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TGBhrENqoNI/AAAAAAAAAR4/YqhTLUiuZPQ/s320/DSC_0057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503506137140076754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Visiting the &lt;a href="http://thebillingsleyfam.blogspot.com/"&gt;Billingsleys&lt;/a&gt; in Urbana, IL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TGBhqG67KMI/AAAAAAAAARo/lu410rBIp-k/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TGBhqG67KMI/AAAAAAAAARo/lu410rBIp-k/s320/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503506120686905538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jonas and me at Madeira Beach, FL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TGBhpsBqhYI/AAAAAAAAARg/FeROLLXIvkk/s1600/DSC_0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TGBhpsBqhYI/AAAAAAAAARg/FeROLLXIvkk/s320/DSC_0048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503506113467417986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Simon joins Granny &amp;amp; Papaw as they cut their 40th anniversary cake (which I made)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TGBhraCAkkI/AAAAAAAAASA/GHUzuEOu7To/s1600/DSC_0005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TGBhraCAkkI/AAAAAAAAASA/GHUzuEOu7To/s320/DSC_0005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503506142996763202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Simon enjoys a popcicle sans curls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now here are a few videos of the kids:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="221" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mgvm51-4ONA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Mgvm51-4ONA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="221" width="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon loves &lt;a href="http://www.nickjr.com/dora-the-explorer/"&gt;Dora the Explorer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="287" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WEhvxSBhd9E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WEhvxSBhd9E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="287" width="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids have a hand-me-down baby pool and LOVE it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="287" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aHBapKHpAA4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aHBapKHpAA4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="287" width="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids also have a hand-me-down play house and love it as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="287" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xzV8w3s-B5Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xzV8w3s-B5Y&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="287" width="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simon playing piano with our friend &lt;a href="http://www.thewarningknock.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mark&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-7108700240835083909?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/7108700240835083909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=7108700240835083909' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/7108700240835083909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/7108700240835083909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2010/08/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TGBhrENqoNI/AAAAAAAAAR4/YqhTLUiuZPQ/s72-c/DSC_0057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-918145827490483549</id><published>2010-06-30T19:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T20:00:13.935-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Wha' Happened?</title><content type='html'>Can you guess what happened next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TCvoLUpLTLI/AAAAAAAAARY/WUQRHP8cgFQ/s1600/DSC_0067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TCvoLUpLTLI/AAAAAAAAARY/WUQRHP8cgFQ/s320/DSC_0067.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488735852098702514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-918145827490483549?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/918145827490483549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=918145827490483549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/918145827490483549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/918145827490483549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2010/06/wha-happened.html' title='Wha&apos; Happened?'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/TCvoLUpLTLI/AAAAAAAAARY/WUQRHP8cgFQ/s72-c/DSC_0067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-3292029336645785044</id><published>2010-06-14T17:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T17:31:29.731-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goings on'/><title type='text'>Just Another Trip to the Store</title><content type='html'>The boys and I just got back from a trip to the store.  Halfway through shopping Jonas realized that he wasn't getting out of the cart and just sucked it up.  Simon, on the other hand, never came to that realization and &lt;strike&gt;asked&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whined&lt;/span&gt; to get out the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;entire&lt;/span&gt; time.  But at least no one ended up with shoe polish all over and my eggs remained in tact.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-3292029336645785044?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/3292029336645785044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=3292029336645785044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/3292029336645785044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/3292029336645785044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-another-trip-to-store.html' title='Just Another Trip to the Store'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-6929852778381830954</id><published>2010-06-09T14:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T14:25:17.142-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goings on'/><title type='text'>Just Another Dance Party</title><content type='html'>This is what happens when we hang out with the Billingsleys:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=12429445&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=12429445&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/12429445"&gt;A BillingslAbner Dance Party&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user2797073"&gt;Keli Billingsley&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This is a video &lt;a href="http://thebillingsleyfam.blogspot.com/"&gt;Keli&lt;/a&gt; took on her lappy.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-6929852778381830954?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/6929852778381830954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=6929852778381830954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/6929852778381830954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/6929852778381830954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-another-dance-party.html' title='Just Another Dance Party'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-385765200715720864</id><published>2010-06-04T16:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T16:50:46.192-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlerspeak'/><title type='text'>Another Video</title><content type='html'>I know, I'm having a videosplosion, right?  But I don't hear any complaints...  So this is another video of Simon acting weird when he sees himself on the monitor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YP2_tNpapMs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YP2_tNpapMs&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-385765200715720864?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/385765200715720864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=385765200715720864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/385765200715720864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/385765200715720864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2010/06/another-video.html' title='Another Video'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-7158237138543907347</id><published>2010-06-02T21:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T21:43:02.124-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toddlerspeak'/><title type='text'>Crawling &amp; Singing</title><content type='html'>Here are a couple more videos.  First, Jonas crawls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CcVPD_lJdbg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CcVPD_lJdbg&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now Simon sings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8to9sC9ZM9A&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8to9sC9ZM9A&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-7158237138543907347?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/7158237138543907347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=7158237138543907347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/7158237138543907347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/7158237138543907347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2010/06/crawling-singing.html' title='Crawling &amp; Singing'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-3378110046104943076</id><published>2010-06-01T15:35:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T15:41:06.143-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh baby'/><title type='text'>Jonas Types to Daddy (and Claps)</title><content type='html'>Jonas and I were just hanging out using iChat while Simon napped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IprRml4dYGY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IprRml4dYGY&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-3378110046104943076?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/3378110046104943076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=3378110046104943076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/3378110046104943076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/3378110046104943076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2010/06/jonas-types-to-daddy-and-claps.html' title='Jonas Types to Daddy (and Claps)'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-3068533797701141603</id><published>2010-05-19T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T19:59:43.992-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goings on'/><title type='text'>Cupcakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/S_Rrhgy7sKI/AAAAAAAAAQU/7PdxlWBPVog/s1600/DSC_0320.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/S_Rrhgy7sKI/AAAAAAAAAQU/7PdxlWBPVog/s320/DSC_0320.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473117670645412002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning The Sime and I made some cupcakes while Jonsie napped, and of course, tasting the batter was involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/S_RrjGS7cPI/AAAAAAAAAQk/eFrO4Ey7yPA/s1600/DSC_0345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/S_RrjGS7cPI/AAAAAAAAAQk/eFrO4Ey7yPA/s320/DSC_0345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473117697891594482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/S_RriWPhwZI/AAAAAAAAAQc/kUTO8e-GJhQ/s1600/DSC_0326.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/S_RriWPhwZI/AAAAAAAAAQc/kUTO8e-GJhQ/s320/DSC_0326.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473117684992426386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/S_RrjjHABRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/sT5kYETvVRc/s1600/DSC_0369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/S_RrjjHABRI/AAAAAAAAAQs/sT5kYETvVRc/s320/DSC_0369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473117705626191122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this afternoon, we iced them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/S_RrkAWUJ9I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/r4eCmw0_SnE/s1600/DSC_0332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/S_RrkAWUJ9I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/r4eCmw0_SnE/s320/DSC_0332.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473117713475053522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/S_RsEAIHjXI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/saC4s9sBXC0/s1600/DSC_0335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/S_RsEAIHjXI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/saC4s9sBXC0/s320/DSC_0335.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473118263171321202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our finished product:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/S_RsEteu00I/AAAAAAAAARE/S6SJ6aMC528/s1600/DSC_0344.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/S_RsEteu00I/AAAAAAAAARE/S6SJ6aMC528/s320/DSC_0344.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473118275345765186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/S_RsFS8n8pI/AAAAAAAAARM/mfmGjl_add4/s1600/DSC_0346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/S_RsFS8n8pI/AAAAAAAAARM/mfmGjl_add4/s320/DSC_0346.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473118285403255442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this evening, some friends helped us eat them.  Chocolate cake with buttercream icing (leftover from a &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/S-W7BmqXBBI/AAAAAAAAAPE/fwXAktS_Rpw/s1600/DSC_0327.JPG"&gt;cake&lt;/a&gt; I made).  Yum!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-3068533797701141603?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/3068533797701141603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=3068533797701141603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/3068533797701141603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/3068533797701141603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2010/05/cupcakes.html' title='Cupcakes'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/S_Rrhgy7sKI/AAAAAAAAAQU/7PdxlWBPVog/s72-c/DSC_0320.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-5834214087549868055</id><published>2010-05-13T14:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T15:03:31.780-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goings on'/><title type='text'>Hooray for Bubbles!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/S-xYSClxpJI/AAAAAAAAAP8/ttgUl8c317U/s1600/DSC_0331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/S-xYSClxpJI/AAAAAAAAAP8/ttgUl8c317U/s320/DSC_0331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470844714304513170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe Simon has 5 teeth trying to come in right now.  That paired with his two-year-old understanding of the world has made for many many tantrums lately.  Thankfully, he's napping now, but this morning we had a few raw moments.  To get my mind off of those throwing-himself-on-the-ground fits, I'm posting happy pictures of Simon with bubbles.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/S-xYP-ekOwI/AAAAAAAAAPc/PUjltPoPHUw/s1600/DSC_0302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/S-xYP-ekOwI/AAAAAAAAAPc/PUjltPoPHUw/s320/DSC_0302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470844678840793858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bubble excitement!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/S-xYQRKSNKI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WCLi4GUt0DY/s1600/DSC_0303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/S-xYQRKSNKI/AAAAAAAAAPk/WCLi4GUt0DY/s320/DSC_0303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470844683856000162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His arms stayed up like that the whole time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/S-xYRqQsc3I/AAAAAAAAAP0/otLYAnVLkuk/s1600/DSC_0314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/S-xYRqQsc3I/AAAAAAAAAP0/otLYAnVLkuk/s320/DSC_0314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470844707773641586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Running after bubbles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/S-xYRE9ZfWI/AAAAAAAAAPs/z0kMbtTG17c/s1600/DSC_0358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/S-xYRE9ZfWI/AAAAAAAAAPs/z0kMbtTG17c/s320/DSC_0358.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470844697760595298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Giving the little bubble the stink eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And of course, we can't leave Jonas out!  Jonsie has been a bit of a tough one lately, too.  He's refusing baby food for the most part and only wants to eat what Simon and I are eating, which would be fine if he wasn't super slow at gumming up his food!  He'll get better, though.  Jonas is always totally pumped when I give him bites from my plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/S-xYmakzqPI/AAAAAAAAAQE/qUY6TnXTxJM/s1600/DSC_0338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/S-xYmakzqPI/AAAAAAAAAQE/qUY6TnXTxJM/s320/DSC_0338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470845064340285682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Preparing to crawl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/S-xYm03TaaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Rx0-j1-4fzA/s1600/DSC_0364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/S-xYm03TaaI/AAAAAAAAAQM/Rx0-j1-4fzA/s320/DSC_0364.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470845071397185954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;JONAS!&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/15710876-5834214087549868055?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/5834214087549868055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=5834214087549868055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/5834214087549868055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/5834214087549868055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2010/05/hooray-for-bubbles.html' title='Hooray for Bubbles!'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/S-xYSClxpJI/AAAAAAAAAP8/ttgUl8c317U/s72-c/DSC_0331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-7853082360351938793</id><published>2010-05-09T16:47:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T16:51:38.950-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>For Mother's Day, Simon gave me this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/S-ct6Cs8BOI/AAAAAAAAAPU/KFTfPdVENSk/s1600/Photo+on+2010-05-09+at+16.46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/S-ct6Cs8BOI/AAAAAAAAAPU/KFTfPdVENSk/s320/Photo+on+2010-05-09+at+16.46.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469390747645773026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He made a card and potted some flowers in a cup with his picture during Sunday School.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonas pooped in my hand mid-diaper change.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Actually, it was in a wipe I was holding, but still...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-7853082360351938793?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/7853082360351938793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=7853082360351938793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/7853082360351938793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/7853082360351938793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/S-ct6Cs8BOI/AAAAAAAAAPU/KFTfPdVENSk/s72-c/Photo+on+2010-05-09+at+16.46.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15710876.post-7484572881171490163</id><published>2010-05-08T14:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T14:33:14.641-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goings on'/><title type='text'>Cake</title><content type='html'>Here are the most recent cakes I've made.   The first is Simon's birthday cake- chocolate with homemade butter cream icing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/S-W4K_xn9NI/AAAAAAAAAOc/tEA9M0WxRpo/s1600/DSC_0337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/S-W4K_xn9NI/AAAAAAAAAOc/tEA9M0WxRpo/s320/DSC_0337.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468979821569111250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fresh out of the guitar-shaped cake pan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/S-W4Lfh96zI/AAAAAAAAAOk/UKGvi8MPoso/s1600/DSC_0340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/S-W4Lfh96zI/AAAAAAAAAOk/UKGvi8MPoso/s320/DSC_0340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468979830093376306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All decorated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(and maybe the icing stained the wood board...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/S-W4Mv5mNVI/AAAAAAAAAO0/R1jBz01dMvY/s1600/DSC_0345.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/S-W4Mv5mNVI/AAAAAAAAAO0/R1jBz01dMvY/s320/DSC_0345.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468979851667322194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/S-W4L6OKgHI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZV1bZEx7Y7E/s1600/DSC_0344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/S-W4L6OKgHI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ZV1bZEx7Y7E/s320/DSC_0344.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468979837258072178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sloppy edging, but I'm improving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This next cake is one I made for my friend Katie's baby shower which was this morning!  Yellow cake with homemade butter cream icing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/S-W7BDrTeEI/AAAAAAAAAO8/2HjmeaUVYLU/s1600/DSC_0323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/S-W7BDrTeEI/AAAAAAAAAO8/2HjmeaUVYLU/s320/DSC_0323.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468982949352536130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sleeping baby with blue viney flowery things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/S-W7CBuh5fI/AAAAAAAAAPM/1pP5l7AXnEc/s1600/DSC_0329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/S-W7CBuh5fI/AAAAAAAAAPM/1pP5l7AXnEc/s320/DSC_0329.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468982966009062898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This was the first time I used an edging wedge to make lines on the side, so it's a little sloppy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/S-W7BmqXBBI/AAAAAAAAAPE/fwXAktS_Rpw/s1600/DSC_0327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/S-W7BmqXBBI/AAAAAAAAAPE/fwXAktS_Rpw/s320/DSC_0327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468982958743815186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was actually able to ice and decorate this cake while the boys napped!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15710876-7484572881171490163?l=weesherweesh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/feeds/7484572881171490163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15710876&amp;postID=7484572881171490163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/7484572881171490163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15710876/posts/default/7484572881171490163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weesherweesh.blogspot.com/2010/05/cake.html' title='Cake'/><author><name>Alisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14019520991900701799</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vkWJdXRpV8s/TcBQ1N9gUMI/AAAAAAAAAfI/wD8TKJbsluA/s220/IMG_7795.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NJl8gy9-OtE/S-W4K_xn9NI/AAAAAAAAAOc/tEA9M0WxRpo/s72-c/DSC_0337.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
