<?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-32400892</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:10:52.010-03:00</updated><category term='Schedule'/><category term='In laws'/><category term='Type A'/><title type='text'>This Shit is Bananas</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cookie's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-5723074777630624063</id><published>2008-03-07T22:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T22:50:03.872-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Session with Baby B!</title><content type='html'>I had a session with an adorable little 7 week old baby girl today, she was a joy to photograph!  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fjillhardy%2Falbumid%2F5175194755819489761%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400892-5723074777630624063?l=mycrazybananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/feeds/5723074777630624063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400892&amp;postID=5723074777630624063' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/5723074777630624063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/5723074777630624063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-session-with-baby-b.html' title='My Session with Baby B!'/><author><name>Cookie's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-7160046156266345006</id><published>2008-03-05T11:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T11:43:25.402-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Chelsea will be turning four on Sunday. Where has the time gone? I love her so much, she amazes me every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that I be the mommy she needs, I fear I am not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174283514776710754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pxo9_D2T-T8/R86_cTFs7mI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sdWRjieM7lE/s400/2008+03+03+165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400892-7160046156266345006?l=mycrazybananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/feeds/7160046156266345006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400892&amp;postID=7160046156266345006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/7160046156266345006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/7160046156266345006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/2008/03/four.html' title='Four'/><author><name>Cookie's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pxo9_D2T-T8/R86_cTFs7mI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sdWRjieM7lE/s72-c/2008+03+03+165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-463973365036561466</id><published>2008-02-17T22:44:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T22:56:46.277-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Melts My Heart</title><content type='html'>I finally convinced the Hubs to let me do some pictures of him with the baby. And they are EXACTLY what I wanted them to be. Next step...try to get a family photo of the 4 of us!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168147573562037026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pxo9_D2T-T8/R7jy1gz2UyI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y-2x-Sf-CxY/s400/2008+02+17+006_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168147156950209298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pxo9_D2T-T8/R7jydQz2UxI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/IJjQPXz9Rws/s400/2008+02+17+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168146602899428082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pxo9_D2T-T8/R7jx9Az2UvI/AAAAAAAAAEE/O_QBLswFqPM/s400/2008+02+17+039_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I am too tired for a proper post. I have been quite sick all week. Bad cough that just won't go away and VERY plugged up sinuses. I kind of suspect bronchitis, but I am waiting till tomorrow to decide. Anyway, I am exhausted and need to get my butt to bed. My little love is calling me to cuddle with her, so I must go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400892-463973365036561466?l=mycrazybananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/feeds/463973365036561466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400892&amp;postID=463973365036561466' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/463973365036561466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/463973365036561466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/2008/02/this-melts-my-heart.html' title='This Melts My Heart'/><author><name>Cookie's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pxo9_D2T-T8/R7jy1gz2UyI/AAAAAAAAAEY/y-2x-Sf-CxY/s72-c/2008+02+17+006_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-4177977576646801815</id><published>2008-02-06T17:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T17:29:42.698-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Headache</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The baby won't stop crying...since like last night sometime...the 4 year old who can't usually poop and takes daily laxatives has the shits plus a nasty cough and a fever that comes and goes....and I got about 5 minutes sleep last night. *SIGH*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't let the innocence of this picture fool you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163982387978939490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pxo9_D2T-T8/R6omnzXbrGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/KYaBLSdDvVw/s400/2008+02+06+008_filtered+copyb%26w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400892-4177977576646801815?l=mycrazybananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/feeds/4177977576646801815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400892&amp;postID=4177977576646801815' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/4177977576646801815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/4177977576646801815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/2008/02/headache.html' title='Headache'/><author><name>Cookie's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pxo9_D2T-T8/R6omnzXbrGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/KYaBLSdDvVw/s72-c/2008+02+06+008_filtered+copyb%26w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-8323900081234117337</id><published>2008-02-05T09:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T09:44:51.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can You Guess My All Time Favourite Movie?</title><content type='html'>Here is a hint...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-380b2e18041c0551" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D380b2e18041c0551%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331506633%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D40B145143E150EDE2681D81FF164D71B17CB7C20.3635F3D2B2196FEDF5ACA90E89516D072D6B0997%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D380b2e18041c0551%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6tRpLIHZA-KuK2XFCRW9TSMdgIw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400892-8323900081234117337?l=mycrazybananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=380b2e18041c0551&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/feeds/8323900081234117337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400892&amp;postID=8323900081234117337' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/8323900081234117337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/8323900081234117337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/2008/02/can-you-guess-my-all-time-favourite.html' title='Can You Guess My All Time Favourite Movie?'/><author><name>Cookie's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-3349404632518118929</id><published>2008-02-04T14:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T14:31:27.838-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BUSTED!!</title><content type='html'>First, I want to tell you that my mom had her tests and she is FINE!  What a relief!  Phew.  Thanks for the prayers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, on to my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 3 weeks ago on a lazy Sunday afternoon we started to get ready to go to the IL's for our weekly dinner.  The hubs and I both needed showers and I decided that I could kill two birds with one stone and get some wifely duties out of the way while getting cleaned up.  So, I put the TV on in our bedroom and asked Chelsea to watch it with her baby sister and that we'd be back soon.  Then we jumped in the shower like the bad parents we are, and had a quickie.  No big deal, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except my daughter has the memory of an elephant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past week, we had an ice storm that left TONS of homes without power for DAYS.  Our home was one of those, so we packed up and stayed at my parents house for a few nights.  The second morning we were there, my mom was getting ready for work in the bathroom and Chelsea was in there hanging out with her and chatting.  Mom proceeded to tell Chelsea that she "shared her shower with a bucket full of water" that Poppy (my Dad) had left in the tub incase the power went off there...well water, pump doesn't work with out power) since the bucket was full and too heavy to takoeut.  Chelsea mulled this over and then told Nanny that "Mommy and Daddy share the shower too"  and that she had to "babysit".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUSTED!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400892-3349404632518118929?l=mycrazybananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/feeds/3349404632518118929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400892&amp;postID=3349404632518118929' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/3349404632518118929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/3349404632518118929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/2008/02/busted.html' title='BUSTED!!'/><author><name>Cookie's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-5716065070757119124</id><published>2008-02-01T22:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T23:16:26.914-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blame Canada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pxo9_D2T-T8/R6PghTXbrFI/AAAAAAAAADs/xUNY5K-Edkc/s1600-h/blame-canada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162216460635581522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pxo9_D2T-T8/R6PghTXbrFI/AAAAAAAAADs/xUNY5K-Edkc/s400/blame-canada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanted to share some facts about Canada you may not know (or even care about!)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. We have provinces, not states.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. It's not that much colder than most of the US, except for WAY up north.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. We have better Oreo's, Smarties, Chinese food and McDonald's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Health Care if "free" but you still need insurance for hospital stays, medications, etc. You don't just walk out with free pills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Marijuana *IS* illegal (Shout out to &lt;a href="http://ordinarylifeofamom.blogspot.com/"&gt;Andrea&lt;/a&gt; here!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. The legal drinking age is 19 in MOST provinces, 18 in Quebec and one of the prarie provinces, I believe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. We have the metric system and HATE it. Lots of people don't use it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Our beer is stronger :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. Canadian movies suck...and we know it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. The Tragically Hip dudes are Canadian, so are the Trailer Park Boys...Britney Spears, thankfully, is NOT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for now, I am sure I will post more some other time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400892-5716065070757119124?l=mycrazybananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/feeds/5716065070757119124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400892&amp;postID=5716065070757119124' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/5716065070757119124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/5716065070757119124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/2008/02/blame-canada.html' title='Blame Canada'/><author><name>Cookie's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pxo9_D2T-T8/R6PghTXbrFI/AAAAAAAAADs/xUNY5K-Edkc/s72-c/blame-canada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-6645451971510777866</id><published>2008-01-28T20:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T20:57:46.484-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No News</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It stormed here today. Snow, wind, ice pellets, the works. My mom's appointment was cancelled and rescheduled for NEXT Monday. Ugh. A whole week to fret and worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did speak to her the other day, after I last blogged, and it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Alzheimer's&lt;/span&gt; they are testing for. So I am not sure if she will be given results or more tests at the appointment. Either way, it's inevitable. If she doesn't have it now, she WILL get it. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hereditary&lt;/span&gt; and her mother had it, as do some of her older sisters. Better than the death &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sentence&lt;/span&gt; that is cancer, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really. What is worse, your mind going or your body? Honestly, I can't decide. I hate the thought of my mother (or anyone for that matter) forgetting her family and friends. Her grandchildren, her husband, her daughters. What cruel jokes the universe will play on us. And why? Why does anyone deserve that sort of pain? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Alzheimer's&lt;/span&gt; hurts the whole family. Breaks hearts. And I don't think I can handle it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160696235486325826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pxo9_D2T-T8/R5554jXbrEI/AAAAAAAAADk/Z6JasgahqEI/s400/vanilla+ice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400892-6645451971510777866?l=mycrazybananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/feeds/6645451971510777866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400892&amp;postID=6645451971510777866' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/6645451971510777866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/6645451971510777866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-news.html' title='No News'/><author><name>Cookie's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pxo9_D2T-T8/R5554jXbrEI/AAAAAAAAADk/Z6JasgahqEI/s72-c/vanilla+ice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-5256262553396231238</id><published>2008-01-24T10:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T11:01:54.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrified...</title><content type='html'>My biggest worry? Losing one of my parents. I think I may even be a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;paranoid&lt;/span&gt; about it. I think about it almost daily. Like "Will my Dad have a heart attack while shoveling?" "Will my mom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;being&lt;/span&gt; a car accident?" "Will one of them get a scary cancer diagnosis?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are active and healthy. My dad just turned 64 and my mom turned 56 in July. Not that old, and they eat well and exercise, so why the worry? I love them. I need them, they are my rocks. My dad and I were never close, but I love him. And until I had my own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;children&lt;/span&gt;, I had no idea how much. We are not all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;huggy&lt;/span&gt; and stuff, but I can feel his love and I hope he can feel mine. Little things he does for me prove that he loves me. He's my Daddy. My mom and I have a great relationship. We have always been able to talk and hang out. It has gotten closer again since I had kids. I want my kids to grow up close to their "Nanny and Poppy" and love visiting them. I am pretty sure my mom is Chelsea's absolute favourite person, and I LOVE that. Both of my parents work full time jobs and show no signs of stopping any time soon. I KNOW I can go to my parents for help anytime, with anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad stopped by my house this morning to drop something off. While holding the baby, he told me that he took a phone call this morning from my mom's doctor, referring her to another doctor at another center for an appointment next week. He didn't know the doctor's name or what the appointment was for. But they told him to tell her she needs to bring a family member. WHAT?? What could that mean?? I am scared. Is it some kind of bad news? Why else would she need a family member? He seemed a little freaked out too. I asked him of he knew of any tests she'd had lately, he didn't know, or didn't tell me, not sure which. She gets regular &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mammograms&lt;/span&gt; because breast cancer is in the family, but I know her last one was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what then? My mind is racing. I am thinking the worst, of course. I am terrified.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400892-5256262553396231238?l=mycrazybananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/feeds/5256262553396231238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400892&amp;postID=5256262553396231238' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/5256262553396231238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/5256262553396231238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/2008/01/terrified.html' title='Terrified...'/><author><name>Cookie's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-7109184117825370721</id><published>2008-01-22T19:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T19:36:07.324-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blank</title><content type='html'>I have nothing to write about! My mind is BLANK. But &lt;a href="http://staciesmadness.blogspot.com/"&gt;Stacie&lt;/a&gt; says I need to post more. Perhaps she forgets that I have a newborn, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;buggin&lt;/span&gt; ya Stacie, she's almost 4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;months&lt;/span&gt; old now, I'm not *that* busy ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been uninspired to take pics lately. Well, I wouldn't say uninspired so much as bored with taking indoor pics. And outside is just too WHITE from all the snow, I KNOW it would throw my white balance all off, and that is not my strong point right now, at all. I am taking an online photography course right now, it's fun, but I am not really learning anything yet that I didn't already know, so that sucks, but means I am smart, I guess, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. My dear friend &lt;a href="http://hearnoevil-seenoevil.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kacie&lt;/a&gt; pointed it out to me, thanks babe! It was cheap, compared to other courses, so if I don't learn anything, no loss. Plus it's only like day 2 :P I *may* learn something eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, don't laugh, but I am working on a few things here at home. I am working on making dinner for the family at least 4 days a week (don't even ask how often I cooked previously) and doing dinner dishes immediately after dinner, instead of when I get to them, and also we are eating dinner at the kitchen table as a family. We were a TV family before...I know, bad bad. So far we are part of the way &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; week 2 and it's going well! You'd swear my husband was getting more sex too, he is that happy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Sadly, that is not the case, but apparently food is just as important. Go figure. I am not a great cook, I must be really lousy in bed too, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. Actually, it is all part of my master plan....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;you see&lt;/span&gt;, once I am done of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;maternity leave&lt;/span&gt;, I will have to return to work in the evenings, and family time will be rally limited. I want to woo him with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;domesticated&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ness&lt;/span&gt; and he will want me home, barefoot and pregnant forever...then i can work on my photography skills while I stay at home with my kiddos and eventually take over the WORLD with my photography. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, that will never happen....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ya wish I left this post blank?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400892-7109184117825370721?l=mycrazybananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/feeds/7109184117825370721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400892&amp;postID=7109184117825370721' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/7109184117825370721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/7109184117825370721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/2008/01/blank.html' title='Blank'/><author><name>Cookie's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-2217883121000545505</id><published>2008-01-15T16:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T17:10:18.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Nature's Kinder Surprise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pxo9_D2T-T8/R40hIZC4wHI/AAAAAAAAADU/G5etIX6snK8/s1600-h/2008+01+15+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155813576454750322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pxo9_D2T-T8/R40hIZC4wHI/AAAAAAAAADU/G5etIX6snK8/s400/2008+01+15+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonght is homemade pizza night in our house, so in preparation yesterday, I pick up the ingredients we were out of. One thing I needed was a green pepper for *my* side of the pizza. We were in the grocery store and I asked Chlesea to help me find and pick one out. For a kid that won't actually *eat* any veggies, she sure can pick 'em! She picked out a nice fat green one and gave it a sniff. Then she shook it, and had a surprised look on her face! The seeds inside were rattiling around and making a noise when she shook it. She then gestured for me to bend down to hear this amazing sound and so after I heard it and bagged up the pepper, she said, "Hey Mommy, do you think there is a TOY inside your pepper?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe so Chelsea, maybe so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400892-2217883121000545505?l=mycrazybananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/feeds/2217883121000545505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400892&amp;postID=2217883121000545505' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/2217883121000545505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/2217883121000545505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/2008/01/mother-natures-kinder-surprise.html' title='Mother Nature&apos;s Kinder Surprise'/><author><name>Cookie's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Pxo9_D2T-T8/R40hIZC4wHI/AAAAAAAAADU/G5etIX6snK8/s72-c/2008+01+15+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-792608280136613419</id><published>2008-01-10T21:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T21:49:58.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Screwed</title><content type='html'>So I am having kind of a brain-dead week.  On Monday, I was giving the girls a bath.  I always put the oldest in the tub while I bath the baby, that way Chelsea has time to play before we start the actual "business" of the bath.  So I bathed the baby, got her dressed, and realized I had forgotten her socks, so I decided to go get them.  Chelsea is fine to leave for a second, so I did and left the baby in the bathroom as well, in her bouncy seat.  I shut the door behind me so the cold air wouldn't get in and freeze them, and went to get the socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the sock and came back, turned the door knob and all it did was turn and turn and turn......it didn't open.  Oh...my....G_d!!!  What do I do?!?!  I yelled to Chelsea to make sure her head was above water, and she was fine, of course, and asked what was wrong, so I told her the door was stuck.  Her response?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well aren't you screwed"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400892-792608280136613419?l=mycrazybananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/feeds/792608280136613419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400892&amp;postID=792608280136613419' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/792608280136613419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/792608280136613419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/2008/01/screwed.html' title='Screwed'/><author><name>Cookie's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-2253388749606877628</id><published>2007-12-31T23:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T23:50:12.992-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pxo9_D2T-T8/R3m4bJC4wGI/AAAAAAAAADM/_wxYFpwH7v8/s1600-h/2007+12+31+050_filtered.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150350425298878562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pxo9_D2T-T8/R3m4bJC4wGI/AAAAAAAAADM/_wxYFpwH7v8/s400/2007+12+31+050_filtered.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My resolutions...(in no particular order)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Drink more water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Eat less crap/lose weight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Learn to use my camera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Play with my kids more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Put out more for my poor husband&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400892-2253388749606877628?l=mycrazybananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/feeds/2253388749606877628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400892&amp;postID=2253388749606877628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/2253388749606877628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/2253388749606877628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Cookie's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pxo9_D2T-T8/R3m4bJC4wGI/AAAAAAAAADM/_wxYFpwH7v8/s72-c/2007+12+31+050_filtered.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-6825031978168846549</id><published>2007-12-30T22:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T22:29:46.801-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I think we need a new car seat.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pxo9_D2T-T8/R3hT-JC4wFI/AAAAAAAAADE/htKCeAH7OYE/s1600-h/20071230_137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149958500943183954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pxo9_D2T-T8/R3hT-JC4wFI/AAAAAAAAADE/htKCeAH7OYE/s400/20071230_137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you think she's outgrown it yet??  ha ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400892-6825031978168846549?l=mycrazybananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/feeds/6825031978168846549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400892&amp;postID=6825031978168846549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/6825031978168846549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/6825031978168846549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-think-we-need-new-car-seat.html' title='I think we need a new car seat.....'/><author><name>Cookie's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pxo9_D2T-T8/R3hT-JC4wFI/AAAAAAAAADE/htKCeAH7OYE/s72-c/20071230_137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-4236224027143509693</id><published>2007-12-29T16:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T16:40:47.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How Time Flies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pxo9_D2T-T8/R3awWZC4wEI/AAAAAAAAAC8/5Vsk8VJKnBc/s1600-h/chloe+3+month+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149497122671345730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pxo9_D2T-T8/R3awWZC4wEI/AAAAAAAAAC8/5Vsk8VJKnBc/s400/chloe+3+month+pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My baby girl is 3 months old. She actually turned 3 months on Christmas eve. Wow. Time flies when you are having fun, doesn't it?? So here ya go, here is her 3 month picture. There are issues with it, but for now, I am happy with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other (related) news, I got my Rebel XT today!!!!!  Must buckle down and figure it out now, lol.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400892-4236224027143509693?l=mycrazybananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/feeds/4236224027143509693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400892&amp;postID=4236224027143509693' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/4236224027143509693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/4236224027143509693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-time-flies.html' title='How Time Flies...'/><author><name>Cookie's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pxo9_D2T-T8/R3awWZC4wEI/AAAAAAAAAC8/5Vsk8VJKnBc/s72-c/chloe+3+month+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-5772938329070196005</id><published>2007-12-21T14:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T14:23:22.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Dear Friends....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pxo9_D2T-T8/R2wEkZC4wDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Zdlqg6ljMxo/s1600-h/xmas07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146493497422430258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pxo9_D2T-T8/R2wEkZC4wDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Zdlqg6ljMxo/s400/xmas07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/32400892-5772938329070196005?l=mycrazybananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/feeds/5772938329070196005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400892&amp;postID=5772938329070196005' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/5772938329070196005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/5772938329070196005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/2007/12/to-my-dear-friends.html' title='To My Dear Friends....'/><author><name>Cookie's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pxo9_D2T-T8/R2wEkZC4wDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Zdlqg6ljMxo/s72-c/xmas07.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-5320039119996262869</id><published>2007-12-21T13:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T13:55:04.461-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Schedule'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Type A'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In laws'/><title type='text'>Schedules/Type A Personality</title><content type='html'>I am impatient. I have a 3 year old. Bad Mixture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try so hard to let her figure things out for herself, such as putting on socks, and brushing her teeth etc., BUT when she takes too long and I need to be somewhere, I have to jump in and help, but in true 3 year old fashion, she does not want any help! Then the fight is on...so anywhere, where was I going with this? Oh yeah....schedules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live by a schedule. We get up, eat breakfast, get showered, dressed (takes awhile, there is the newborn, the 3yo and me..and read above regarding 3yr old, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;) and then it's darn near lunch time, but we have things to do, it may be an appointment, groceries, a play date, or what have you, but it's in a specific time frame, because then it's nap time (bless my child for still napping!) which must occur between 1 and 2 pm, or she will be CRANKY and sleep too late, which messed with bedtime, which in turn messes with the next day! So to keep things running smoothly in my boot camp, I mean house, we MUST stick tot he schedule!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are of course exceptions....sometimes we eat lunch early or *gasp* LATE, and there is the occasional day we skip a nap, for a DARN GOOD REASON, but we like the schedule. My daughter thrives on it. I think a lot of the reason I like to stick to a schedule is because I absolutely detest being late. Hate it. And I am annoyed by people who use having kids as and excuse to be late. Yes, shit happens, or puke happens, but on an average day, I like to get where I am going at the proper time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what brought this up? Well, our whole day is out of whack! Last week my Mother In Law decided she wanted my 3yo and her 5yo(almost 6yo) cousin to have a sleepover....together...in the same bed! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; lady! Chelsea is so used to falling asleep alone. She won't fall asleep with me, not with Daddy, no one. She needs her alone time to wind down, look at book, whatever she wants, but ALONE. I decided to let MIL have her, whatever, not my problem if she is up till midnight, ha ha! So here is how it went down.... MIL wanted her early afternoon on Thursday, no nap, so that she may fall asleep earlier...sure! I dropped her off at 2pm. MIL called at 10pm, she finally fell asleep, ha ha! So already she is short 2.5 hours of sleep from her nap, and 2 hours off her regular bedtime...total 4.5 hours. The the kids get up at 5:45...ha! That is 2 hours and 15 minutes earlier than normal....add that to the 4.5? Total of 6 and 3/4 hours short of sleep. Oh my.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to pick her up at 11:30 this morning, boy was she CRANKY. So we went &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; the drive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; at McDonald's (as my apology for making her sleepover at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MIL's&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;) and came home, ate till her eyes were closing, put &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt; on and crawled into bed. Poor girl went right to sleep. BUT, I have to wake hey by no later than 4, or bedtime will be ruined, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I nuts? Are my schedules too rigid? I don't think so, it works for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400892-5320039119996262869?l=mycrazybananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/feeds/5320039119996262869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400892&amp;postID=5320039119996262869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/5320039119996262869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/5320039119996262869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/2007/12/schedulestype-personality.html' title='Schedules/Type A Personality'/><author><name>Cookie's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-5166249061722673323</id><published>2007-12-16T22:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T23:03:45.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ME ME ME!!!!</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by Andrea to do this "all about me" crap, lol, so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I'm passionate about: (in no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;My family&lt;br /&gt;My friends&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;Non smoking&lt;br /&gt;Clean floors&lt;br /&gt;Breastfeeding&lt;br /&gt;Proper car seats for kids&lt;br /&gt;Yummy food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I want to do before I die:&lt;br /&gt;Go to somewhere (anywhere) warm and sunny&lt;br /&gt;Take kids to Disney&lt;br /&gt;Have another baby&lt;br /&gt;Learn to take STUNNING pictures&lt;br /&gt;Drive a standard, lol&lt;br /&gt;Be 100% happy with my body&lt;br /&gt;Own a brand new car&lt;br /&gt;Take a college course (not sure what yet, lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I say often:&lt;br /&gt;what?&lt;br /&gt;seriously?&lt;br /&gt;really?&lt;br /&gt;hurry up!&lt;br /&gt;I need to pee&lt;br /&gt;shut up&lt;br /&gt;whatever&lt;br /&gt;dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 books I've read recently:&lt;br /&gt;Before I had Chloe I went thru a James Patterson phase, not sure all the names, but there were at least 8!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 songs I could listen to over and over again:&lt;br /&gt;Talk Dirty To Me  - Poison&lt;br /&gt;Oh Holy Night  - almost anyone!&lt;br /&gt;Gimme Gimme Gimme - Abba&lt;br /&gt;This Ain't A Love Song - Bon Jovi&lt;br /&gt;Shout At The Devil - Motley Crue&lt;br /&gt;Me - Plumb&lt;br /&gt;In My Arms - Plumb&lt;br /&gt;What Hurts The Most - Rascal Flatts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things that attract me to my best friends:&lt;br /&gt;Patience&lt;br /&gt;Humor&lt;br /&gt;Silliness&lt;br /&gt;Trust&lt;br /&gt;Honesty&lt;br /&gt;same views&lt;br /&gt;able to agree to disagree&lt;br /&gt;common interests&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 people who should do this Me game:&lt;br /&gt;um.....I dont' have 8 more people that i know with blogs that were not already tagged, lmao!  sorry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400892-5166249061722673323?l=mycrazybananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/feeds/5166249061722673323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400892&amp;postID=5166249061722673323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/5166249061722673323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/5166249061722673323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/2007/12/me-me-me.html' title='ME ME ME!!!!'/><author><name>Cookie's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-8741839149378066243</id><published>2007-12-12T17:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T17:55:10.338-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Eyed Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pxo9_D2T-T8/R2BYZETfnYI/AAAAAAAAABk/_m11LCJ7eOI/s1600-h/chloe+blanket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143207962132585858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pxo9_D2T-T8/R2BYZETfnYI/AAAAAAAAABk/_m11LCJ7eOI/s320/chloe+blanket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chloe has blue eyes, of course, but I took this picture and wasn't happy with the outcome, so I made it a sepia -ish color and I like it better, but of course, it makes her eyes brown. Try not to notice the light on her forehead and the pin lights in her eyes from the flash that I had to use, grrrr! But she is cute anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400892-8741839149378066243?l=mycrazybananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/feeds/8741839149378066243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400892&amp;postID=8741839149378066243' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/8741839149378066243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/8741839149378066243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/2007/12/blue-eyed-girl.html' title='Blue Eyed Girl'/><author><name>Cookie's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_Pxo9_D2T-T8/R2BYZETfnYI/AAAAAAAAABk/_m11LCJ7eOI/s72-c/chloe+blanket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-4051043844512408037</id><published>2007-12-06T21:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T21:50:40.257-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whore?</title><content type='html'>I just sent my poor husband out to go get me chinese food with the promise of sex once he returns...you know, after I eat the food and watch Grey's Anatomy.  Does that make me a whore?  So be it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400892-4051043844512408037?l=mycrazybananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/feeds/4051043844512408037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400892&amp;postID=4051043844512408037' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/4051043844512408037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/4051043844512408037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/2007/12/whore.html' title='Whore?'/><author><name>Cookie's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-8824192257694235396</id><published>2007-12-05T09:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T10:49:19.575-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want You To See This</title><content type='html'>I saw this video today on Youtube, it's very powerful. It is super sad and you will cry if you are human (or at least feel *something* lol) Watch for the little boy near the end with the clothing, you will know it when you see it. SO SAD! And watch the full ending, after the song stops. OMG! And since I feel the need to put a disclaimer, I will, so here goes...it's a country song, and I never said the SONG was good, but it's kinda moving. Ok, here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vaGmeFhqEpk"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vaGmeFhqEpk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400892-8824192257694235396?l=mycrazybananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/feeds/8824192257694235396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400892&amp;postID=8824192257694235396' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/8824192257694235396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/8824192257694235396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-want-you-to-see-this.html' title='I Want You To See This'/><author><name>Cookie's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-654180981026821064</id><published>2007-11-29T22:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T09:17:08.602-04:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Weird Facts</title><content type='html'>I was tagged by Jovi, so here ya go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My baby toes are small. Like really small. So small, in fact that they don't have joints. That is small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I get great joy out of plucking my eyebrows....don't know why, I just do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Semi-related to the last weird fact....I love to pick scabs....better than my nose, eh? *cough* Andrea *cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I still have my childhood blankie...and no, I don't want to talk about it, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I have a freckle on my hip that comes and goes, THAT is weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If I am eating something round, I cannot eat the center. Freak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I cannot wear plain socks, they MUST have some sort of print on them, and preferably NOT WHITE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400892-654180981026821064?l=mycrazybananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/feeds/654180981026821064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400892&amp;postID=654180981026821064' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/654180981026821064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/654180981026821064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/2007/11/7-weird-facts.html' title='7 Weird Facts'/><author><name>Cookie's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-9121067723460939222</id><published>2007-11-29T21:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T13:57:25.562-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all in the eyes.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pxo9_D2T-T8/R09u38WHzfI/AAAAAAAAABU/3rq5dyR_vqM/s1600-R/winter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138447607223799282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pxo9_D2T-T8/R09u38WHzfI/AAAAAAAAABU/A2-3jxLxL2o/s320/winter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been neglecting this blog lately....somethng about a newborn and a pre-schooler...I dunno. Anyhoo, I got a new camera and I love it, but need to learn it way better before I get too excited, but I am pretty excited about this picture. I got some wicked catchlights here and dammit, I wanna show the world!! So there ya go! I will be back one of these day to post more, I promise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400892-9121067723460939222?l=mycrazybananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/feeds/9121067723460939222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400892&amp;postID=9121067723460939222' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/9121067723460939222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/9121067723460939222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/2007/11/its-all-in-eyes.html' title='It&apos;s all in the eyes.....'/><author><name>Cookie's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Pxo9_D2T-T8/R09u38WHzfI/AAAAAAAAABU/A2-3jxLxL2o/s72-c/winter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-1262020379844795021</id><published>2007-11-20T10:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T10:29:06.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Suck...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pxo9_D2T-T8/R0Lus8WHzeI/AAAAAAAAABM/78qSXkxPKB4/s1600-h/IMG_0471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134928981036355042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pxo9_D2T-T8/R0Lus8WHzeI/AAAAAAAAABM/78qSXkxPKB4/s320/IMG_0471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;More to come someday....you know when I have time , lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400892-1262020379844795021?l=mycrazybananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/feeds/1262020379844795021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400892&amp;postID=1262020379844795021' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/1262020379844795021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/1262020379844795021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-suck.html' title='I Suck...'/><author><name>Cookie's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pxo9_D2T-T8/R0Lus8WHzeI/AAAAAAAAABM/78qSXkxPKB4/s72-c/IMG_0471.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-6547699625385033282</id><published>2007-09-28T21:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T22:10:07.346-03:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pxo9_D2T-T8/Rv2lpVNKeoI/AAAAAAAAAA8/D1jyGJniJpg/s1600-h/2007_09240049.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pxo9_D2T-T8/Rv2lGVNKenI/AAAAAAAAAA0/awuryDx3ahs/s1600-h/finger1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115426279952906866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pxo9_D2T-T8/Rv2lGVNKenI/AAAAAAAAAA0/awuryDx3ahs/s320/finger1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chloe Jane is here. She arrived into our lives on Monday, September 24th at 11:34 am. Labor was 4.5 hours from start to finish, but I won't bore you with the details. She is perfect and we are all so in love with her. Her big sister is doing so well woth her and she is feeding quite well at the breast and will be perfect once we work out a few kinks. I am feeling pretty good, other than some sore areas. We had her out in the world today at 4 days old, it went well, but had to come home cause my boobs were super full! She is a really good baby, sleeps a LOT but gets fussy in the evenings, which is normal. I need to get my sore areas off this chair, so that is all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/32400892-6547699625385033282?l=mycrazybananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/feeds/6547699625385033282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400892&amp;postID=6547699625385033282' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/6547699625385033282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/6547699625385033282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-beginnings.html' title='New Beginnings'/><author><name>Cookie's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_Pxo9_D2T-T8/Rv2lGVNKenI/AAAAAAAAAA0/awuryDx3ahs/s72-c/finger1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-4350328183766924248</id><published>2007-09-19T08:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T09:03:13.258-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspective</title><content type='html'>So it turns out there are worse things in this world then being pregnant forever.  Like what you ask?  Losing a child.  A lady I know lost her 8 year old son on Monday night to cancer.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Leptomeningeal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gliomatosis&lt;/span&gt; to be exact.  So rare that I can't even find a proper &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Google&lt;/span&gt; link to share.  It involves the spinal cord and brain.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Griffin&lt;/span&gt; was diagnosed in September 2005, fell ill in February 2006 and died Monday night in his mother's arms after a courageous battle.  Poor little fella.  And he is a twin, so that's gotta be hard on the other little guy too.  At the exact moment he was taking his last hard breaths, I was in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; hospital whining that I was NOT in labor yet again.  Wow.  Really makes you think.  Obviously this baby WILL come out, but it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;doesn'&lt;/span&gt;t &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; to be any certain day, she will come when she's damn good and ready.  And I will love her with all my heart, because no longer will I be wondering when she will arrive, I will be wondering if I get to keep her.  Because you just never know.  Losing a child would be so incredibly devastating, I just don't have the words to even begin to  imagine what that would be like.  So I will take my baby girl when she comes to me and hang on for dear life, because who knows....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while we are on the topic of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;death&lt;/span&gt; and tragedy, today would have been the birthday of my friend and boss, Heather, who died on February 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; 2006.  I think about her almost every day, and it's still hard to believe that she's gone.  Her illness came on so fast, and she died within 9 months.  She was a friend, a wife and the mother of a 9 year old boy, and another boy who went to Heaven at his birth.  Seriously...how much can one family take??  A stillborn son, then cancer??  I won't pretend to understand God's plan.  All I know is that I am fortunate.  Fortunate that I have one healthy child and presumably am due to give birth to another anytime.  I have a roof over my head, and food in my refrigerator.  I have amazing friends and a family who loves me.  I have a fantastic husband who needs a kick in the ass every once in awhile, but he's a man, it goes with the territory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as much as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; wanted this baby out already, and hoped she would come on Heather's birthday as a way to honour her, I will wait patiently, because my little Chloe is her own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;person&lt;/span&gt; with her own mind already and maybe she wants a whole day to herself, which ya can't blame a girl for wanting, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400892-4350328183766924248?l=mycrazybananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/feeds/4350328183766924248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400892&amp;postID=4350328183766924248' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/4350328183766924248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/4350328183766924248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/2007/09/perspective.html' title='Perspective'/><author><name>Cookie's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-7029453597329133033</id><published>2007-09-17T21:59:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T22:00:09.296-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Andrea....</title><content type='html'>No baby yet.  I don't even think I am pregnant at this point.  I will try to post a real update tomorrow, I just feel like a sack of stupid shit right now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400892-7029453597329133033?l=mycrazybananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/feeds/7029453597329133033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400892&amp;postID=7029453597329133033' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/7029453597329133033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/7029453597329133033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/2007/09/dear-andrea.html' title='Dear Andrea....'/><author><name>Cookie's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-2383229542312862543</id><published>2007-09-15T19:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T13:58:45.736-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing me softly...</title><content type='html'>So after my last post, I guess I eventually took a bath and went to bed. Contractions stopped around 11 pm, so I went to sleep. Got up the next morning (Wednesday) and lost a big ole chunk of my mucus plug! Called my hubs and informed him, but he had NO CLUE what a mucus plug was, so I explained to him, he he, he LOVES my ability to discuss openly the most disgusting parts of pregnancy. So anyway, the day went on, and I didn't really feel much movement from the baby, but still felt *some* so wasn't worried. She really is hyperactive and was moving about the amount of a normal baby. Anyway so my OB appointment was at 4:45, got in to see her at 5:30, she did an internal exam, which she was going to do anyway, but I had told her about my plug, so she was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; gonna do it. So she determined me to be 1cm and 20% thinned and head WAY down....a start at least. Then I told her about the lack of movement, a&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; she said not to worry, they have quiet days, and I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cause&lt;/span&gt; she was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; still moving. So she checked the heart rate with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;doppler&lt;/span&gt;, and her heart rate was way higher than normal, up at 180&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bpm&lt;/span&gt;! She is usually about 150. She wanted me to wait and check it again in 10 minutes or so, and it was still high, so combined with the less &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;movement&lt;/span&gt;, she decided to send me for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;NST&lt;/span&gt; at the hospital. They monitored me for 3 hours (yawn!) and determined baby to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cause&lt;/span&gt; she started moving lots and HR came down, and then the OB on call checked me and said I was 2cm and 40-50% thinned! YIKES! So he decided to admit me, saying I was in labour and would have the baby tonight! I had been having contractions all day, but nothing that painful....so i asked to go home since I live 7 minutes away and he said &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, but come back when they get stronger/water breaks, etc. That was Wednesday....this is Saturday, I am still home!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400892-2383229542312862543?l=mycrazybananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/feeds/2383229542312862543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400892&amp;postID=2383229542312862543' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/2383229542312862543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/2383229542312862543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/2007/09/killing-me-softly.html' title='Killing me softly...'/><author><name>Cookie's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-5544307789944402435</id><published>2007-09-11T20:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T20:20:59.902-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I have been feeling like crap all day, it's getting worse.  I have been having contractions since like 3pm, and it's after 8 now.  Haven't been timing them, they still seem irregular, but are kinda strong.  I laid down when the Hubs came home from work, but couldn't actually sleep, which is weird for me.   Ijust want this over with....I hate the fake albour crap, if that's what this is.  If it's real, bring it ON baby, but give me a sign that it's real, like you know, my water breaking or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, I can't go tonight, Big Brother is on!  Maybe I need to take a bath.....at least my husband is sympathetic tonight...hey, maybe THAT is my sign, ha ha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an OB appt tomorrow, hope I can convince her to check for dialation or effacement, but then again, what if I am not progressing?  ACK!  Maybe I don't want to know....I know, it will happen when it happens...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400892-5544307789944402435?l=mycrazybananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/feeds/5544307789944402435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400892&amp;postID=5544307789944402435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/5544307789944402435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/5544307789944402435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/2007/09/ugh.html' title='Ugh!!!!!!'/><author><name>Cookie's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-377000148299258598</id><published>2007-09-10T22:50:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T22:59:02.735-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies....</title><content type='html'>Does that mean I am having fun?  Sort of, I guess.  I am off work now, have been for a few weeks and have been somewhat busy, but also getting in some much needed rest and time with my girl before the new one comes out.   I am not a happy pregnant person.  I mean, I am HAPPY, but not really good at that "glowing" crap you hear about.  I feel like shit most of the time, and am not afriad to tell anyone who asks or will listen.  That's right, I am a whiner.  But, I am &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; plannig any more kids, so this will be my last pregnancy, so I should try to milk the sympathy, right?  HA!  What sympathy??  From my husband?  DON'T get me started on him.  He is the most selfish man I have ever been married to, ha ha!  Seriously, he came home tonight and said he was tired and had a sore back.  Seriously??  I was NOT tired for once, only because I loaded up on benadrly last night for the best sleep I've had in 2 weeks and napped for 3 hours this afternoon with Cheslea.  HA!  But I bet my back hurts more, so there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever,  he is a hard working man and an excellent provider, I am just tired of being pregnant and will be better soon.  3 more weeks, the countdown is ON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400892-377000148299258598?l=mycrazybananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/feeds/377000148299258598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400892&amp;postID=377000148299258598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/377000148299258598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/377000148299258598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/2007/09/time-flies.html' title='Time Flies....'/><author><name>Cookie's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-8661227162785138596</id><published>2007-07-30T09:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T09:38:45.036-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Countdown is ON!</title><content type='html'>I have 3 weeks left of work.  I work 4 shifts a week, that means 11 shifts, since I worked last night.  I can't wait to be done.  I know that if I told my doctor honestly how I feel physically at work and afterwards, she would totally put me off, but I just cannot afford it right now, so i am taking it as easy as possible at work, but that is hard, 'cause I am a waitress/bartender and you can't just stop and sit down when you feel shitty.  So until then, I do what I can to get thru the nights.  And once I am done of work, we can start the countdown to baby Chloe!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room is painted!  Purple Lace, I love it.  Looks really good with the white trim and white furniture.  I made the MDF letters for her wall with her name on them.  Just need to get the room set up more and I will post some pictures, if I can, it didn't work for me last time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it wouldn't be a real post without a little rant, right?  The hubs has informed me "he" is hosting a BBQ for his car group friends in 2 weeks.  I have several issues with this.  1.  we are only starting to build our big dect this weekend coming and i doubt it will be done the next weekend, and if not, then he will be busy with the BBQ and not finishing my damn deck.  2.  I am for sure working that night and it sio up to me to find an overnight place for Chelksea to stay.  3.  I will be working, like i said, and coming home to drunks camping out in my yard...at 33 weeks pregnant..and then having them tramp through my house at all hours of the night to pee.  and finally 4.  I have to clean my house in preparation, then after they leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***SIGH***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't see the issue.  Of course he doesn't, he's a MAN.  He has NO idea how much pain I am in on a daily basis and that is even before any extra stresses on my body, like cleaning a house.  he doesn't even care if it's clean for when they come over, but I DO!  He also just ASSUMES my mom will take Cheslea that night.  Maybe she will, but she also might have plans.  Anyway, nothing I can do about it now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, time to post this and pretend to accomplish something today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400892-8661227162785138596?l=mycrazybananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/feeds/8661227162785138596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400892&amp;postID=8661227162785138596' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/8661227162785138596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/8661227162785138596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/2007/07/countdown-is-on.html' title='The Countdown is ON!'/><author><name>Cookie's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-1858157665894745658</id><published>2007-07-22T13:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T14:05:17.347-03:00</updated><title type='text'>10 more weeks!</title><content type='html'>I am 30 weeks preggo today!  Yikes!  Not ready!!  But yesterday we bough paint, so that is a step forward!  I want to paint RIGHT NOW, but Hubs is mowing the lawn, grrr and I don't dare start it myself.  Ugh, I am in a fowl mood for other reasons, my feelings got hurt today over something completely different and not by my hubs, by a friend, so I need to just sign off for now.  I just can't stop thinking about it though.  *sigh*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400892-1858157665894745658?l=mycrazybananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/feeds/1858157665894745658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400892&amp;postID=1858157665894745658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/1858157665894745658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/1858157665894745658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/2007/07/10-more-weeks.html' title='10 more weeks!'/><author><name>Cookie's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-563028072166894803</id><published>2007-07-19T18:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T18:53:02.531-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Day</title><content type='html'>Today is bad.  First, we got up too early.  Then, I realized Chelsea had crapped in her night time pull up.  She has "issues" with the pooping.  She will only seems to do it in her panties or in her pull up.  We &lt;em&gt;were&lt;/em&gt; making progress, until the other day, not sure what changed exactly.  Anyway, so after I discovered the crappy pull up, we went to sit on the potty/toilet (we alternate).  We typically sit for about an hour, then she finally poops, and it's the size of Texas, maybe a little bigger, depending on how long it's been in there.  So 2 hours later, she is still screaming (from torture, not pain) and nothing came out.  I gave her the benefit of the doubt and let her off, thinking maybe she really didn't need to go.  WRONG!!!  We came downstairs, ate, watched TV (missed our library group in the meantime) and had an early lunch.  Keep in mind I am almost 30 weeks pregnant, and had sat on the ceramic bathroom floor for 2 hours already, so i was looking forward to a nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;afternoon&lt;/span&gt; nap.  We went upstairs for a pee before nap and when she pulled down the panties, guess what I saw?!?!?  SHIT!!!!  So I was MAD.  I made her sit again.....for 2 more hours!  Because this time, i knew she had to go....right??  After 2 hours, I had to give up again, cause we had to get to an appointment at 4:15, and we already missed OUR nap and I was PISSED.  I really do try to be patient, I really do but COME ON!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went to our appointment, went for supper and went to pick up a few things.  At &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Walmart&lt;/span&gt;, I realized she stunk again.  Crapped her pants.  WHAT THE FUCK?????  So we are home again, she is upstairs with Daddy, who has the patience of a wet noodle, and she is screaming her poor little head off cause she is so tired and wants to just go to bed.  What do I do?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I forgot to mention, in the midst of all this, I have puked 5 times today, smashed my very pregnant belly into a huge bedpost and spilled a bottle of water on my carpeted stairs....and got a flat tire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400892-563028072166894803?l=mycrazybananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/feeds/563028072166894803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400892&amp;postID=563028072166894803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/563028072166894803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/563028072166894803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/2007/07/bad-day.html' title='Bad Day'/><author><name>Cookie's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-7198773152427683927</id><published>2007-07-17T21:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T22:00:47.310-03:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year Later.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v498/Cookie11/?action=view&amp;current=2007_06090076-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v498/Cookie11/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2007_06090076-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so it's been a LONG time since I posted here! In fact, I am pregnant now and am actually due one day after the 1 year anniversary of my last post! Did I plan that?!? Uh, no. Irrelevant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are fully pee trained here, yippee!! Poop is a whole other issue that I don't care to get into right now. Someday, but not today. I am super tired, I worked a hard 4 hour shift. It's hard standing around doing SFA, you know! 31 more days till I am on Maternity Leave...hoping "they" get my insurance figured out before I am done! Paperwork, ugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well Big Brother 8 is on in a few minutes.... have priorities, you know! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, it's a girl, by the way! Can't wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400892-7198773152427683927?l=mycrazybananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/feeds/7198773152427683927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400892&amp;postID=7198773152427683927' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/7198773152427683927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/7198773152427683927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/2007/07/one-year-later.html' title='One Year Later.....'/><author><name>Cookie's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-115957740538666118</id><published>2006-09-29T21:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T21:50:05.396-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Rage</title><content type='html'>I am usually pretty good at this "time of the month".  It usually just comes and goes...well, ever since I started taking my Happy Pills, anyway.  But for some reason this month is not sood good.  My stupid period arrived yesterday and OH MY GOD I am a raging BITCH!!  I can't help it!  My poor husband!  I am ready to KILL him!  I even mildy snapped at Chelsea in the car tonight, which is actually rare for me.  Ugh.  I hate myself like this.  Luckily it won't last long, it never does, really.  If youasked my husband, he'd say I am a bitch all the time (he he) but this is different, I feel real live RAGE.  I feel like screaming, yelling, crying and hitting.  I should just go to bed early tonight, there is not much else to do and lord knows he doesn't want to hang out with me.  I ALMOST fell bad for him, but I can't fully because all I actually feel is the RAGE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you deal with your PMS?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400892-115957740538666118?l=mycrazybananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/feeds/115957740538666118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400892&amp;postID=115957740538666118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/115957740538666118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/115957740538666118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/2006/09/rage.html' title='Rage'/><author><name>Cookie's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-115793471889302751</id><published>2006-09-10T21:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T14:49:41.863-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Success/Stupid Shrek</title><content type='html'>We had some potty success the other day. I let Chelsea run around without her diaper for a few hours the other morning, and I asked her very frequently if she had to pee. She said NO each time. Finally I was on the phone with her Daddy at work and she sat down and peed! It wasn't much pee, but we did a dance, clapped, etc and took it upstairs to flush and wipe (and dribble all the way up). So we did all that stuff, and then she got all excited and wanted to use her other potty, the one we keep in the bathroom. So she did! A bigger dribble this time! So then I ran her a bath and while the tub was filling, she peed again! This was going great! Then when I wasn't paying attention, she peed again, halfon the floor, half in the potty, and felt really bad for the pee on the floor, but I said it was all good, she was doing really well! So she bathed, and got dressed, and I put her in big girl undies, and easy to remove shorts, and we talked about not peeing on Mommy's floor, and she agreed, and asked to watch Shrek 2 (not Shrek 1, she hates that one). Five minutes into Shrek, I was on the computer and looked over to see puddle on my floor and a girl in a trance, not realizing she was soaked. Stupid Shrek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400892-115793471889302751?l=mycrazybananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/feeds/115793471889302751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400892&amp;postID=115793471889302751' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/115793471889302751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/115793471889302751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/2006/09/potty-successstupid-shrek.html' title='Potty Success/Stupid Shrek'/><author><name>Cookie's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-115601421903347437</id><published>2006-08-19T15:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T16:03:39.043-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops...</title><content type='html'>I wasn't posting cause I was so busy&lt;strong&gt; not&lt;/strong&gt; potty training my daughter!  I am such a loser, I am soooo excited to see that someone actually read my blog!  Woo hoo, thanks "Mom Unscripted"...I would totally link you, but can't seem to find your site....will keep trying though! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the week flew by.  Tuesday we had a playdate with my sister in law and her daughter, then wednesday I worked all day, the thursday it was off to the library for story time and crafts, the friday it was a party for the library group for the end of season.  Is it mean that I am glad it is over (for now)?  It's great and all, but I just think Chelsea is too young to really get it, you know?  She LOVES the crafts, but won't sit with the kids for story time.  Eh, she's 2, who cares!  It starts up again in September (the end, I think) so we will have to see when the time comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She learned to ask "why" the other day.  I mean, the kid has MAD vocab skills, but she finally discovered how to use "why" in the cute-but-annoying way that kids do.  Ugh.  She's still cute though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have more to say, but it is kinda random, doesn't really fit today's "theme" so I will save it for later, maybe even tonight if I get home at a decent hour!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400892-115601421903347437?l=mycrazybananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/feeds/115601421903347437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400892&amp;postID=115601421903347437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/115601421903347437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/115601421903347437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/2006/08/oops.html' title='Oops...'/><author><name>Cookie's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-115512825609544597</id><published>2006-08-09T09:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T23:02:52.303-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Potty Training Already</title><content type='html'>So I bought Chelsea some big girl panties yesterday (the second time at the store). She is not too keen on putting them on though! I forced her to wear them this morning, but then she insisted on sitting on the toilet all morning....not peeing. As soon as we gave up and went back downstairs, she told me she needed to pee again, so I tried to get her to sit ont he living-room-potty, no dice, she must use the big toilet. But she still didn't pee!! ACK!! I have to leave for work shortly, and she is going to the sitters, do I just put her diaper on? They are walking over to the park, so yeah, I guess diaper it is. Oh the joys of potty training, I hate it already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say hi if you are reading this, feedback is ALWAYS welcome, potty training advice is good too, lol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400892-115512825609544597?l=mycrazybananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/feeds/115512825609544597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400892&amp;postID=115512825609544597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/115512825609544597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/115512825609544597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-hate-potty-training-already.html' title='I Hate Potty Training Already'/><author><name>Cookie's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-115505118631632380</id><published>2006-08-08T12:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T12:58:00.883-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrible Two's</title><content type='html'>Chelsea and I went to Walmart today, in search of some big girl panites (don't ask how potty training is going--it's NOT going) and she threw a fit. Now she *is* two, so yeah, that is to be expected, but she is usually good in stores. I threatened to leave if she didn't settle down, and she refused, so we left the store. All the way home, she asked where we were going, I told her "home" cause she acted like a baby. Who did I actually punish, her, or myself? I left a cart full of stuff we needed, right there in the middle of the aisle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400892-115505118631632380?l=mycrazybananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/feeds/115505118631632380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400892&amp;postID=115505118631632380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/115505118631632380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/115505118631632380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/2006/08/terrible-twos.html' title='Terrible Two&apos;s'/><author><name>Cookie's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32400892.post-115505093069187432</id><published>2006-08-08T12:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T16:30:29.640-03:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>I am new to this.  I love reading Mommy blogs, so I thought I'd start my own.  Like it or leave it, simlpe as that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32400892-115505093069187432?l=mycrazybananas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/feeds/115505093069187432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32400892&amp;postID=115505093069187432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/115505093069187432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32400892/posts/default/115505093069187432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mycrazybananas.blogspot.com/2006/08/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>Cookie's Mommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15604763190622074542</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
