tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33226924967272282582024-03-12T18:58:29.480-06:00Pear in a Partridge Tree“And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.” -Sylvia PlathErin M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01613426081992059167noreply@blogger.comBlogger194125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322692496727228258.post-60796555264035112272019-02-27T18:19:00.000-07:002019-02-27T18:27:14.222-07:00TransitionNobody blogs anymore, and nobody reads blogs anymore, so I suppose here is as good a place as any to empty the contents of my bruised heart.<br />
<br />
About six weeks ago, I discovered that my life-long religion was probably a fraud. If you're also a member of that religion, you'll probably stop reading here.<br />
<br />
Please don't.<br />
<br />
I don't care what you believe. I don't care that we don't believe the same way anymore. I still need you. And maybe you need me, too.<br />
<br />
It was easy to let go of some beliefs. Some of them had been tenuous, at best, for quite a long time. But I have clung fervently to the adage "by their fruits ye shall know them," and the church I belonged to, at least at the congregational level, was a <i>good</i> thing! A community of people serving each other. It was--is--beautiful in so many ways. My loss of faith is a death, and I am grieving in a way I've never grieved before.<br />
<br />
But I can't... can't... follow it anymore.<br />
<br />
My whole world is falling apart. Please don't leave me now. I don't need chastisement or admonition. I don't need calls to repentance.<br />
<br />
I don't want to sin. I don't want to go laugh in that great and spacious building.<br />
<br />
I can't go back, but I'm too scared to move forward because I'm afraid you will leave me. Whoever you are that may read this. I still want to be your friend. I need you to hold my hand as I walk through the dark.<br />
<br />
I wish I could post this somewhere someone would read it, but I'm paralyzed by fear.<br />
<br />
Maybe someday when I know where I'm going.Erin M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01613426081992059167noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322692496727228258.post-77431066049883160972016-03-21T16:13:00.004-06:002016-03-21T18:23:20.375-06:00Going Back to Work<blockquote class="tr_bq">
<div style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 10px;">
<span class="text 1Kgs-19-11" id="en-KJV-9399" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box;"><span class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;">11 </span>And he said, Go forth, and stand upon the mount before the <span class="small-caps" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; font-variant: small-caps;">Lord</span>. And, behold, the<span class="small-caps" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; font-variant: small-caps;">Lord</span> passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before the <span class="small-caps" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; font-variant: small-caps;">Lord</span>; but the <span class="small-caps" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; font-variant: small-caps;">Lord</span> was not in the wind: and after the wind an earthquake; but the <span class="small-caps" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; font-variant: small-caps;">Lord</span> was not in the earthquake:</span></div>
<div style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 24px; margin-bottom: 10px;">
<span class="text 1Kgs-19-12" id="en-KJV-9400" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box;"><span class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "arial"; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;">12 </span>And after the earthquake a fire; but the <span class="small-caps" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; font-variant: small-caps;">Lord</span> was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice. -1 Kings 19:11-12</span></div>
</blockquote>
<br />
It's been too long since I've written. Every time I sit down to write, I get distracted or my son needs me (here he comes now) or I'm simply too tired, but I should probably chronicle the big life changes we've been going through.<br />
<br />
I've gone back to work. It's something we've been talking about for months. Well. Something Travis has gently suggested and I have vehemently opposed. Why? We certainly needed the money. But it just didn't seem right. I had just come out of a very difficult year and a half working full-time at a challenging library, first pregnant and then the mother of a newborn. Having a newborn takes a special toll on parents, and mothers in particular. Having to work where I worked AND juggle mothering a newborn was a special kind of awful. Needless to say, I was not anxious to go back to work. I think the main problem was, I had come to the realization that I just really didn't like working in public libraries. I don't like the hours, I don't like the patrons, with the exception of some Districts like Las Vegas, compensation isn't great. If you move every three years, like Travis and I tend to, it is a pain in the ass to try and break into a new library system. I don't even particularly like the work. There were days I loved my job and there were days I despised it. Let it be known that my coworkers were almost universally amazing people, at both public libraries I've ever worked at. But by the time I left my last job, I had pretty much had it with the work.<br />
<br />
That's just to give you a little idea why i was not anxious to go back to work: the only thing on my resume was public libraries and I couldn't... I couldn't go back. I have so much love and respect for public libraries. It doesn't mean I need to work in one ever again.<br />
<br />
There were other reasons too, reasons that seem foolish in retrospect but felt very real at the time. After we left Vegas I had the amazing privilege of being a stay-at-home mom for a while and getting to be friends with other such moms. It was like a hidden world that comes out to play between 10am and 3pm every day. It was a softer world, filled with play dates and walks to the park and yes, I admit, a lot of TV. I felt I had earned it.<br />
<br />
In the meantime, we were hemorrhaging money. No problem. I'd figure out some way to make money from home. I saw countless other families working it out with only one parent working, and I thought, "Why not us? How are we different? We can make it work, too." Predictably, none of my make-money-from-home ideas paid off.<br />
<br />
Things really came to a head for us after Christmas. After yet another serious discussion that ended with me in tears again, I reluctantly decided to begin searching for jobs. I literally googled "library jobs Indianapolis" and got a few interesting hits. I sent in applications and cover letters to a few on a lark and within a week or two I heard back from someone. It was from an extremely vague job description that I only applied for because I fit the basic requirements and could perform all the duties. I didn't know if I wanted to work there or what the job even <i>was</i>. But after a series of phone interviews, reality began to set it: I might actually get this job. The night before the on-site interview, I had a nervous breakdown. It was all happening way too fast! I had been <i>casually</i> job-searching--I had even been a little impudent in my cover letter!--and here I was in the final stages of recruiting! I told Travis that it didn't feel right. Nothing felt right. I wanted to withdraw my application. I hadn't even had a chance to apply for other things that might be a better fit! What if I got this job?! How would we figure out childcare?? Dog care?? What if I really wanted the job after all and I <i>didn't</i> get it?? My anxieties began to spiral out of control.<br />
<br />
My mind actually went to a pretty dark place. I thought, "Is this some sort of punishment?" I knew I wasn't always the best mom; I knew the ways that I failed my son; and now he was being taken away from me.<br />
<br />
Travis calmly talked me away from the cliff's edge. Mostly he just listened, actually, while I came to the only logical conclusion: just go to the interview and see how it feels. I wasn't under any obligation to accept the job if it didn't feel right. Take one step at a time. Cross bridges as I got to them.<br />
<br />
I went to the interview. I felt... so calm. No stress whatsoever. I figured I had nothing to lose. And the job site was really, really nice. It was a totally different energy than the night before. I walked away shrugging my shoulders, feeling confident that I would indeed enjoy working there, that my interview had gone well, and that there was nothing else I could do so why worry? I called Travis excited about the interview, and in my heart I knew. I knew I wouldn't surprised if I got the job and that I'd accept if I did.<br />
<br />
I'll make a long story short. (Too late.) I got the job. :) I love it. All the things I thought would be worse are actually <i>better</i> in our lives. I'm a better mom. I'm a better wife! We are more equal partners. There are some things that are more challenging, yes, but overall it's much better. I may want to go back to staying at home in the future, when it is financially feasible. But for now, this is what's best for us.<br />
<br />
My takeaway: The scripture at the top of this post immediately came to my mind as I went through this process. Sometimes you have to go through the wind and the fire and the hell before the dust settles and you hear it: the still small voice telling you that everything is going to be ok.Erin M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01613426081992059167noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322692496727228258.post-2754667438850662622015-10-17T18:24:00.001-06:002015-10-17T18:52:26.025-06:00On My Mind...<br />
Do not go gentle into that good night,<br />
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;<br />
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<br />
<br />
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,<br />
Because their words had forked no lightning they<br />
Do not go gentle into that good night.<br />
<br />
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright<br />
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,<br />
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<br />
<br />
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,<br />
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,<br />
Do not go gentle into that good night.<br />
<br />
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight<br />
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,<br />
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.<br />
<br />
-Dylan Thomas, 1914 - 1953<br />
<br />
A good family friend who has been battling an aggressive bone cancer for four years now is in the hospital and likely dying. As I have sat at my computer contemplating this horrible reality for the last hour, this poem popped into my mind. I do not know if it is this faithful, gentle, wonderful man's time to gently embrace the dying of the light. Perhaps it is. But this I know, for the last four years he has <span style="font-size: large;">raged, </span><span style="font-size: x-large;">raged </span>against the dying of the light. I've never seen anybody fight so hard and display so much faith against such terrible odds. He has turned his face completely to God at a time when most of us would turn away and curse Him. He has also embraced every possible scientific avenue, tested and experimental, and has probably added significantly to the body of research that will someday hopefully eradicate this horrible disease.<br />
<br />
Rage.<br />
<br />
Rage against the dying of the light.Erin M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01613426081992059167noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322692496727228258.post-70136514199248459482015-07-21T20:29:00.001-06:002015-07-22T07:20:44.859-06:00I Wear Mine On the OutsideEight months ago, I dropped a sleeping Coco off with T at his school and drove myself over to The Skin Factory on Sunset Road in Vegas. There, I met a man who had piercings I had no idea were even possible. I divulged that I was nervous, but his professional demeanor and careful, meticulous cleanliness immediately put me at ease. He took his time, making sure that everything was just right and even took a picture of the solitary gem in my ear at the end. He obviously took pride in his work.<br />
<br />
Four days ago, T and Coco came with me, to a different place in a different city. This time I got a tiny hole in my nostril and filled it with a tiny stud. As we walked out, I giggled with adrenaline. "I did it!" I said to my husband. I'd finally done it and it felt a little like getting away with murder.<br />
<br />
If you are a stranger on the internet who has randomly stumbled on this post, you probably wonder what the big deal is.<br />
<br />
If you've known me for a <i>really</i> long time, maybe you are shocked. Maybe you think I'm stupid or silly. Or worse: "a sinner." Maybe you don't understand why anyone, least of all I, would think this was attractive. Maybe, if you are Mormon like me, you think what I did flies in the face of prophetic advice given by President Hinckley in conference a decade and a half ago. Maybe you remember that I had multiple piercings back then, and that peer pressure coupled with a teenage compulsion to "fit in at all costs" in a predominantly Mormon community finally got me to take out those extra earrings. Maybe you didn't know this, but I still resent that...<br />
<br />
It's not about earrings. It was never about earrings.<br />
<br />
It's about being asked to "fit in." It's about conforming to certain cultural standards that don't have anything to do with the content of my character. As I've gotten older, I've struggled with my Mormon community. I still desperately want to fit in--but on my OWN terms. I want to be embraced by my community with all my flaws and my doubts and my imperfections and deviations from "the norm" fully disclosed. I'm not brave enough to verbally communicate these concerns with just anyone. Because I come from such a solidly <u>believing</u> background and household--because I have pioneer ancestry on both sides--it is very difficult to tell people, "I don't know if I believe this, but I'm here because I <i>think</i> it might be true. And I need this community, regardless of my faith." For so long, I've lived with the fear that something I say or do will "out" me as a questioner, as a doubter, as my true, edgy self, and that it will drive people away.<br />
<br />
I'm done with that now. Here <i>I</i> am. This is who I am. This is, on a fundamental level, who I have <i>always</i> been. Even as a missionary in Brazil, I never could wrap my head around "obedience for obedience sake." I have questions. I have doubts. (And for what it's worth, I've always kind of liked piercings!) I like to peek into the dark corners of this world--not to stay, but just to see what's there so that I know. So that I know for sure that I want to stand in the Light.<br />
<br />
For most people, a nose ring is a simple piece of jewelry: an aesthetic choice. For me, it is that, but it is also a signal to people in my Mormon community: That I do not want to be taken for granted. It's a question, and maybe a little bit of a dare: Will you turn away from me because of this? Or will you still embrace me as a sister and a follower of the man who broke bread with sinners and publicans?<br />
<br />
Some people wear their questions on the inside...Erin M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01613426081992059167noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322692496727228258.post-10174450622657705642015-07-10T19:21:00.000-06:002015-07-10T20:01:16.004-06:00On Turning 30 and Not Giving a Sh*t (in a good way!)I turn 30 in less than a month.<br />
<br />
Here is how I feel I am different from when I was 20:<br />
<br />
1) Music: I no longer exert too much time and energy trying to find new music. Don't get me wrong, I still love music, and I do seek it out, but I am quite passive about finding music and Shazam is my friend. What I listen to has stopped being a status symbol for me. I'll listen to Taylor Swift alongside Fleet Foxes or Radiohead or the BeeGees. I like what I like, and I really don't care who it impresses (or doesn't.)<br />
<br />
2) Style: Five years ago, if you'd asked me what I thought about tattoos I would have immediately spouted off some self-righteous indictment against tattoos and those who got them--especially about "those who knew better" than to get one. I would get borderline angry about them. I now find that attitude completely ridiculous. I am also never interested in having any conversation about tattoos, piercings, clothing or the like unless it is to talk about how something looks awesome or bad in a strictly artistic sense. I absolutely believe my body is a temple, but I am more interested in purifying my character than making sure I "look right" on the outside. I also find people's attitudes about these outward things to be a good bellwether of how well I will get along with them. For example, if you express disgust for people who make certain aesthetic choices that you or I wouldn't necessarily make, then the chances are good that we won't be friends. Now the $5 million question: do I personally have a tattoo? No. But I likely will at some point, and it's also likely that you will never see it.<br />
<br />
3) Faith: I have experienced and weathered several crises of faith, and my conclusion is that it doesn't stop from here on out. The ups and downs of faith are a pattern that will be experienced from now on. I'm an older and deeper thinker now. I've learned things and I've seen things that do not allow me to take my faith for granted anymore. Faith is hard work--which, I believe, is as it should be.<br />
<br />
4) Philosophy: I don't believe in absolutes anymore. Very, very few of them at least. I am impatient with people who tend to see everything in black and white. I don't understand how you can be so sure about something to the point where you are unwilling to concede ANY doubt whatsoever. That, to me, is not a show of faith but a lack of humility. I don't believe in imposing my philosophy on other people. I live the way I live, and if someone else wants to live that way (or not) that is cool. In most things, I am deeply uninterested in trying to convince you that my way of doing things is the right way. I believe in spreading the Good News almost strictly through example.<br />
<br />
5) Friendship: I've had to learn to just let some things go and move on, but to always leave the door open, because it is important being open to friendship, new and old, and to let people choose YOU sometimes.<br />
<br />
6) Love: I now know love. I've met and married my best friend. I have given birth to and fallen in love with my firstborn child. My heart is full, full, FULL of love for that friend and for that child. And oh, what a child! To have such purity in my home... it is priceless. To feel a sliver of what God must feel... It is a speechless gift.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
I could never have understood any of these things 10 years ago. In fact, I heard 30-year-olds express some of these things and i thought, "That'll never be me." Well here I am, and I'm ok with it.Erin M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01613426081992059167noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322692496727228258.post-69269945102533453612015-04-17T22:51:00.002-06:002015-04-17T22:51:31.119-06:00Photo dump: 5-8 months<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk2zgCz2L5kCxoa84eceSj5UiMgc8MNHA2QUYT4bj33qnjUhgpp1pM49MoWIf32NX0F4Dz4BMt-3XNyijd2OQZbKg6RQKoCQbh33E2YZjVXsB-_X8BPuJBrervQ4F_lWlPnEFaouHTIg4H/s1600/IMG_1939.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk2zgCz2L5kCxoa84eceSj5UiMgc8MNHA2QUYT4bj33qnjUhgpp1pM49MoWIf32NX0F4Dz4BMt-3XNyijd2OQZbKg6RQKoCQbh33E2YZjVXsB-_X8BPuJBrervQ4F_lWlPnEFaouHTIg4H/s1600/IMG_1939.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdEWHqkz-F8G-swAzC_mnxjwdJVrzwl1qGUHqYqMDQTsLCTYhw0toL4QbCTgUgqFU0kEfrLxHGbt3nms0-Wsb0LoTBuw-BEe0L-9Gq4s_u60TIzQUtkGAkgZuA2exaMreC1q649xrySmBO/s1600/IMG_1957.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdEWHqkz-F8G-swAzC_mnxjwdJVrzwl1qGUHqYqMDQTsLCTYhw0toL4QbCTgUgqFU0kEfrLxHGbt3nms0-Wsb0LoTBuw-BEe0L-9Gq4s_u60TIzQUtkGAkgZuA2exaMreC1q649xrySmBO/s1600/IMG_1957.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
mother's lounge mirror selfies. Church from the mother's lounge is awesome</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLxCsb94GtDks0nL6KuIZv0jM9ootpHjGr5VhVtXEG5eAxjYfR9ohEm6mP5iAB5mvghDY6HcNnm35Jtn7x91kQ06llepE1F9DBE6bdcClOpQDI7Cs8RIOGmhd8JbZG5rH7Hd47PNp-6COi/s1600/IMG_1963.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLxCsb94GtDks0nL6KuIZv0jM9ootpHjGr5VhVtXEG5eAxjYfR9ohEm6mP5iAB5mvghDY6HcNnm35Jtn7x91kQ06llepE1F9DBE6bdcClOpQDI7Cs8RIOGmhd8JbZG5rH7Hd47PNp-6COi/s1600/IMG_1963.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
watching the pups</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA6Yj3OmmbE3kwDoZVKaP7Lv3-0yrSCTOvkY8k1AD0yghiJwppIHv5o3NgKu-JZJN8dxfLW27SS0zUUOOsGc7yyvTDqdUE9GPvtYv45ofdVvFEXQOzYiV8fTD3Lycwg5bvQakrRp3Zt_gC/s1600/IMG_1969.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA6Yj3OmmbE3kwDoZVKaP7Lv3-0yrSCTOvkY8k1AD0yghiJwppIHv5o3NgKu-JZJN8dxfLW27SS0zUUOOsGc7yyvTDqdUE9GPvtYv45ofdVvFEXQOzYiV8fTD3Lycwg5bvQakrRp3Zt_gC/s1600/IMG_1969.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
date night at Chilly Jilly's!</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIVLTFkB1xumX5fUSnAxUxv8fECaMuAFlV6rOrFeYsYS-DmC9HN7p5RXt6yOS9KUfQhEdWRGXAcb6MtMzLQb4fXyPJwsOcuSlCpem-xvr6rBPcEHv27IbNSuBtE3JAd8kqPX1C-JnYDJF6/s1600/IMG_1970.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIVLTFkB1xumX5fUSnAxUxv8fECaMuAFlV6rOrFeYsYS-DmC9HN7p5RXt6yOS9KUfQhEdWRGXAcb6MtMzLQb4fXyPJwsOcuSlCpem-xvr6rBPcEHv27IbNSuBtE3JAd8kqPX1C-JnYDJF6/s1600/IMG_1970.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzCfJnR6-UnZtJKefVaTR5hHBt80kYQ6L90ziAB9mQUTNnf1mT0jaO5FywyaHUbz2nTozYCMTowJcymLjIy489JE2kG0kgYhi0SIqsVe0TmQqHBM6olb-DLKvqXOsgbjahC3ZrKisOkRBQ/s1600/IMG_1974.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzCfJnR6-UnZtJKefVaTR5hHBt80kYQ6L90ziAB9mQUTNnf1mT0jaO5FywyaHUbz2nTozYCMTowJcymLjIy489JE2kG0kgYhi0SIqsVe0TmQqHBM6olb-DLKvqXOsgbjahC3ZrKisOkRBQ/s1600/IMG_1974.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXbNnwx14_SRGLPdPO8YWz-948sRUyjyrj0bJzJZSEb-tICXDSeIFy-eSA08N7jVjePeGmpJxpBUFwrzh4tFDSpsjk5VfBL9eXgyWxwqTVfuq-c8h04jT-NfEH0CWooRXlmI6eigMgrUsQ/s1600/IMG_1977.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXbNnwx14_SRGLPdPO8YWz-948sRUyjyrj0bJzJZSEb-tICXDSeIFy-eSA08N7jVjePeGmpJxpBUFwrzh4tFDSpsjk5VfBL9eXgyWxwqTVfuq-c8h04jT-NfEH0CWooRXlmI6eigMgrUsQ/s1600/IMG_1977.JPG" height="320" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCn98Gw7NR2YoCPL7RJI0JBdVhuFBPFlyebR87lYfORVJHVUn1sXTmsL3RxuPI57z4pTE9sTipD7PrugzxVWRfbA8AeYK7I4cfUprd4SzaifKawcx0VQVok_ifW3i_azHpXfvHy2xzzio9/s1600/IMG_1982.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCn98Gw7NR2YoCPL7RJI0JBdVhuFBPFlyebR87lYfORVJHVUn1sXTmsL3RxuPI57z4pTE9sTipD7PrugzxVWRfbA8AeYK7I4cfUprd4SzaifKawcx0VQVok_ifW3i_azHpXfvHy2xzzio9/s1600/IMG_1982.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJS9CPNMVXekx24XTTLInkXrGxjmIbOYbjMuuLY44PUi3qqegSsJwJB6MF8k2_5oXZD5XviNCntfsXbAoHGO-rR9alLom2RYHGsWzw0WpR8wUyuLnsl2rWZH55gds1__WwPf2JDng1DdaY/s1600/IMG_1987.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJS9CPNMVXekx24XTTLInkXrGxjmIbOYbjMuuLY44PUi3qqegSsJwJB6MF8k2_5oXZD5XviNCntfsXbAoHGO-rR9alLom2RYHGsWzw0WpR8wUyuLnsl2rWZH55gds1__WwPf2JDng1DdaY/s1600/IMG_1987.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEYyfNgVAXTDzGKzOOUNiE2Q6435D8QR3RK6ZBZMLMOmL5iW-lPNAk4wLXXWgKpVpg75g67_40ziy4MpZ-pcNzNOAGscfur-IZVmfuR7TtrCSugi9q6eaEeZVDV_L7QLxuMhSCo-XIo_yj/s1600/IMG_1988.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEYyfNgVAXTDzGKzOOUNiE2Q6435D8QR3RK6ZBZMLMOmL5iW-lPNAk4wLXXWgKpVpg75g67_40ziy4MpZ-pcNzNOAGscfur-IZVmfuR7TtrCSugi9q6eaEeZVDV_L7QLxuMhSCo-XIo_yj/s1600/IMG_1988.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp1J0j7OnOOJVH4IzTHGnANECMB9fUm3AVEKtBGbq8j74XIMFlCNA6HojNQgV3ZFWEbwku1efcS6m6na6kogrOqCvhbdNP4Llc28x9dBsokJBwPy7_9jSAHbv17nGQKQs4gA3kq_-KfTRm/s1600/IMG_1990.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp1J0j7OnOOJVH4IzTHGnANECMB9fUm3AVEKtBGbq8j74XIMFlCNA6HojNQgV3ZFWEbwku1efcS6m6na6kogrOqCvhbdNP4Llc28x9dBsokJBwPy7_9jSAHbv17nGQKQs4gA3kq_-KfTRm/s1600/IMG_1990.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
sitting up on his own!</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcirRzMioU59tDY8D3ugH3i8J6Q5coERF1OfwXnury40T-n8xvDi4Spyk0DGlEvgIiqy0F_UKluR82Kz5cqx_JHtDSMCHF9fe2i-lqXO397lRKegdW3lnlezzGK7iiK_gjVQhOt6ey4ueS/s1600/IMG_1993.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcirRzMioU59tDY8D3ugH3i8J6Q5coERF1OfwXnury40T-n8xvDi4Spyk0DGlEvgIiqy0F_UKluR82Kz5cqx_JHtDSMCHF9fe2i-lqXO397lRKegdW3lnlezzGK7iiK_gjVQhOt6ey4ueS/s1600/IMG_1993.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
interviewing Wheatley</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb4Vq6ZJ6B2jzcq3gpmvEeB3lsCNUBJLPV_kV3H9klXmpIPehggDYIOgn9ZQVAXB5P0jO2GdQHP5uPeiTkLNnYtRyK5JlKqerEFs1SHfdEruNb5EWsZOljt_rGPmVs6o7YB5eZDCMrT8DT/s1600/IMG_2011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb4Vq6ZJ6B2jzcq3gpmvEeB3lsCNUBJLPV_kV3H9klXmpIPehggDYIOgn9ZQVAXB5P0jO2GdQHP5uPeiTkLNnYtRyK5JlKqerEFs1SHfdEruNb5EWsZOljt_rGPmVs6o7YB5eZDCMrT8DT/s1600/IMG_2011.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
making demands</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlXRoSyjmCa-jYtSj1x8RWnR5Q30Z84Vb5gxi02oEWIZxfdafB_7aL9zv2ku6P63vL9jZT6M0a0D0cMfn4RuFt6-7iinLIo23v27W6KQZ645d2PGk6ZXOAxaWWYZxxvC2gswLWje5j5Bop/s1600/IMG_2007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlXRoSyjmCa-jYtSj1x8RWnR5Q30Z84Vb5gxi02oEWIZxfdafB_7aL9zv2ku6P63vL9jZT6M0a0D0cMfn4RuFt6-7iinLIo23v27W6KQZ645d2PGk6ZXOAxaWWYZxxvC2gswLWje5j5Bop/s1600/IMG_2007.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
trying to crawl. (Not succeeding)</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIYMHpcNRoI6yttsbkBNVKeVgO_4hHdUxhIeEYrY6RTJuIT1UksUw7socjiVstJHd0Z7p28IwPNVIud7LEa4WgrYho4M0S9u_vGvSZlIv0ihl63kFS1-euKbkPm2EKw_pfdNWERkcz4HKm/s1600/IMG_2016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIYMHpcNRoI6yttsbkBNVKeVgO_4hHdUxhIeEYrY6RTJuIT1UksUw7socjiVstJHd0Z7p28IwPNVIud7LEa4WgrYho4M0S9u_vGvSZlIv0ihl63kFS1-euKbkPm2EKw_pfdNWERkcz4HKm/s1600/IMG_2016.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiFLG-d6uYIL6ZIp1bBAdqKZlVpNKprMO5CjoBqvY4sOfmv33CMkwC8B2inTBJnQdclhXTx8G0X1VPgVKT3Vaovyqk2a28hb7QCMzoiAObOm3VFBW2cJ_aGdgolYPeigCidCMZhS8NbkU8/s1600/IMG_2019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiFLG-d6uYIL6ZIp1bBAdqKZlVpNKprMO5CjoBqvY4sOfmv33CMkwC8B2inTBJnQdclhXTx8G0X1VPgVKT3Vaovyqk2a28hb7QCMzoiAObOm3VFBW2cJ_aGdgolYPeigCidCMZhS8NbkU8/s1600/IMG_2019.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
on the way to Death Valley</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5_asOlb9ctJHd-RPoUZNrKuTUyaIRCwKOWP0znV5OYENxWdmC1-lxZua9N-Pn5bJvXcL4PDcmNZl3gn5E7BmvxrZ4VzPK53YnCU925ngKGCufDYL3g25SxvhOOQkXU3pW_6-B4ZCfDQA1/s1600/IMG_2020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5_asOlb9ctJHd-RPoUZNrKuTUyaIRCwKOWP0znV5OYENxWdmC1-lxZua9N-Pn5bJvXcL4PDcmNZl3gn5E7BmvxrZ4VzPK53YnCU925ngKGCufDYL3g25SxvhOOQkXU3pW_6-B4ZCfDQA1/s1600/IMG_2020.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho8gBbqyFAJ0LV8fD3KBeYtIvOrJUrtKoclkdOdttu-Si852Wh4CbQTYl6_qRNwJDNl6IpUELIlO1zenCAxe1r6gDS8hWdT7ALIoZu0HLGwlw6dTjXOkhzFAYZUgZJrXBc3Fka8dmtFIwY/s1600/IMG_2023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho8gBbqyFAJ0LV8fD3KBeYtIvOrJUrtKoclkdOdttu-Si852Wh4CbQTYl6_qRNwJDNl6IpUELIlO1zenCAxe1r6gDS8hWdT7ALIoZu0HLGwlw6dTjXOkhzFAYZUgZJrXBc3Fka8dmtFIwY/s1600/IMG_2023.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0vrv1TOK5BOPsODw3viU-2L1xvLC2hautYzIqN1TGEZHX6UJ5JGn_JQGHRatWZNbGdSu1Y1Y4YOfE1SVkYj_Ovxw8MLX_QlZ4f2kmfzMI9Op2jPU5K5x4XUqtcSmNwL11pzjhURJzPmGn/s1600/IMG_2026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0vrv1TOK5BOPsODw3viU-2L1xvLC2hautYzIqN1TGEZHX6UJ5JGn_JQGHRatWZNbGdSu1Y1Y4YOfE1SVkYj_Ovxw8MLX_QlZ4f2kmfzMI9Op2jPU5K5x4XUqtcSmNwL11pzjhURJzPmGn/s1600/IMG_2026.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQKKQ9R5GfpIejGQz4DEFITN3I93xxd4IDOJbryuztrZirwyJicPKawxlrmhEFsMYfjgufZBZvOo2cySJLTt-QJP6coWvCFPiBFm6qiOGEebe4p8uYg4gN3PET-eZVJD0uS3IzrYqpYq2h/s1600/IMG_2030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQKKQ9R5GfpIejGQz4DEFITN3I93xxd4IDOJbryuztrZirwyJicPKawxlrmhEFsMYfjgufZBZvOo2cySJLTt-QJP6coWvCFPiBFm6qiOGEebe4p8uYg4gN3PET-eZVJD0uS3IzrYqpYq2h/s1600/IMG_2030.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_gn69tHNtG3q55T-FzKKL80kR7c_yrQCf0CpSCdlplpzyK5iLrSNa0Bu8ag8tNhwY0om8xLX0y1KObAaMswo124K7oCmisv92EBvUEKMwgd124Dr66jgTcCNqpAVp3_di4oUqVsdCYYU3/s1600/IMG_2033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_gn69tHNtG3q55T-FzKKL80kR7c_yrQCf0CpSCdlplpzyK5iLrSNa0Bu8ag8tNhwY0om8xLX0y1KObAaMswo124K7oCmisv92EBvUEKMwgd124Dr66jgTcCNqpAVp3_di4oUqVsdCYYU3/s1600/IMG_2033.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRwI4uuPc8g1FGuXa8OhVklGpeZucdBjDpaf2XAVptocHHo75dAE9MZNLzBepCkKnbfTrGF900q9RhYI2eGZuwRmitr6M96xO46FMBScPVANbxBIxicXljU6U_NZcKGDRbsCccoPO-kNZM/s1600/IMG_2050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRwI4uuPc8g1FGuXa8OhVklGpeZucdBjDpaf2XAVptocHHo75dAE9MZNLzBepCkKnbfTrGF900q9RhYI2eGZuwRmitr6M96xO46FMBScPVANbxBIxicXljU6U_NZcKGDRbsCccoPO-kNZM/s1600/IMG_2050.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Sick! RSV</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFpQ_xJafBylvOUf6ss9hGw9ySEZmjWf6XKnM8dSXcrcUIOgM6Dls8ukmQJ1K021gKo7tNb6bzkCOGV9oE-mB98pIRE2s6-PfUpPqljZZBq7dp0sWxTeNTYRV7fWhh1QCEGjGWNvegiAo0/s1600/IMG_2051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFpQ_xJafBylvOUf6ss9hGw9ySEZmjWf6XKnM8dSXcrcUIOgM6Dls8ukmQJ1K021gKo7tNb6bzkCOGV9oE-mB98pIRE2s6-PfUpPqljZZBq7dp0sWxTeNTYRV7fWhh1QCEGjGWNvegiAo0/s1600/IMG_2051.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRaFB40UNzCzhktnEadztiTd01JZZabHH5OMvcq_9Rmq_DTKIYnobTpfXXDksehDUq_bFzkSHY58hU7V9uRTeK0mcebucX-NNsmjQpIKMJaLkAGNFyBYePRh2LHldhacLXTPMq15RHns9s/s1600/IMG_2053.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRaFB40UNzCzhktnEadztiTd01JZZabHH5OMvcq_9Rmq_DTKIYnobTpfXXDksehDUq_bFzkSHY58hU7V9uRTeK0mcebucX-NNsmjQpIKMJaLkAGNFyBYePRh2LHldhacLXTPMq15RHns9s/s1600/IMG_2053.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXwpVQIQrIc8BcJu_hJhm0Obs75wbjQhENXPxt9Maj5dt1TsE89Gx6XMiASUbMP7VUf-2N0w_JZeGnsgw3gBsWvZ9bM4oVt_cMxxo3gWnEDEjyiUecZSCCD_GmhRgKVaj3QMwVFq3m0FNv/s1600/IMG_2077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXwpVQIQrIc8BcJu_hJhm0Obs75wbjQhENXPxt9Maj5dt1TsE89Gx6XMiASUbMP7VUf-2N0w_JZeGnsgw3gBsWvZ9bM4oVt_cMxxo3gWnEDEjyiUecZSCCD_GmhRgKVaj3QMwVFq3m0FNv/s1600/IMG_2077.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Cafe Rio with daddy</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibWFITiFTerb7b5QP22rQbmfXRjObIrKJeYBCQtNabIEO5h7ctKSuc3zekijcDN-k8s_xcbL9M3avPAW9NE5-EavGmcnf41oPkffpphZs0QJHXdR6cwBp1dEmhXUl_BJT2sYSjWfM0ZvJS/s1600/IMG_2081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibWFITiFTerb7b5QP22rQbmfXRjObIrKJeYBCQtNabIEO5h7ctKSuc3zekijcDN-k8s_xcbL9M3avPAW9NE5-EavGmcnf41oPkffpphZs0QJHXdR6cwBp1dEmhXUl_BJT2sYSjWfM0ZvJS/s1600/IMG_2081.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR0sBFQofbTwceo4cDVv1H8nhDkJaTWfJ-_lJWCLG0hGLpQHuoHlQ-ZRGyp_rgsLYnixA6KAInOvqTp2rVEAgjoem_3baEV5Db8I6h4gsZ7x4KqkeDx5Yg6HDx2WAjWu0rdVzzGpoQ3iMx/s1600/IMG_2082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR0sBFQofbTwceo4cDVv1H8nhDkJaTWfJ-_lJWCLG0hGLpQHuoHlQ-ZRGyp_rgsLYnixA6KAInOvqTp2rVEAgjoem_3baEV5Db8I6h4gsZ7x4KqkeDx5Yg6HDx2WAjWu0rdVzzGpoQ3iMx/s1600/IMG_2082.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWtn8fKMVEkTbVuSD-pza3Kg-Gt0VpX61WTSGLV9eJQT0BLRdVe-uvMI0SAcxYROiWc532CL442i6z6d4bGTBHzGIvVyeVg89EfD-vsOFwp9yjb9sv1BHCPpX7thc32maqYkaNhczDUAw1/s1600/IMG_2090.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWtn8fKMVEkTbVuSD-pza3Kg-Gt0VpX61WTSGLV9eJQT0BLRdVe-uvMI0SAcxYROiWc532CL442i6z6d4bGTBHzGIvVyeVg89EfD-vsOFwp9yjb9sv1BHCPpX7thc32maqYkaNhczDUAw1/s1600/IMG_2090.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
His first and last time at our women's reunion</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOujr_kM94wplJ16VPn2rc7foqEw5O2gzkVz-Q3tP5fXPkXHixrCQrGjsEH7lrysEnWeGLAYFtW2En1TlEPSi8L-P9H3dEBSVen3wvmf2WxnAC8GmWEpzYe3Ib8rcaob1qY_RX08cJwaOp/s1600/IMG_2097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOujr_kM94wplJ16VPn2rc7foqEw5O2gzkVz-Q3tP5fXPkXHixrCQrGjsEH7lrysEnWeGLAYFtW2En1TlEPSi8L-P9H3dEBSVen3wvmf2WxnAC8GmWEpzYe3Ib8rcaob1qY_RX08cJwaOp/s1600/IMG_2097.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUuFv0TksFwVeiKxu_AiK8pgRmfVPx3IsaNIpTTR7_9Qp5WFbCsUf9dpA2-unwdzKJMOOGAfNV4kuiko7ZnthecXLywJD89Fn-Ly-BkbOtcERrqgNXwrTosyOnDKP5jY3ax9ONLr0bCI46/s1600/IMG_2110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUuFv0TksFwVeiKxu_AiK8pgRmfVPx3IsaNIpTTR7_9Qp5WFbCsUf9dpA2-unwdzKJMOOGAfNV4kuiko7ZnthecXLywJD89Fn-Ly-BkbOtcERrqgNXwrTosyOnDKP5jY3ax9ONLr0bCI46/s1600/IMG_2110.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYFuZ-rvAji14wlVxgdkpJ7tFGVU8j8DeGE-DxNa6GC_4ee5WXpSTiTGKwRp0qW2uXcddqjTPh_l17QzIhQ_hqh96xiYUW9hNocf0pSIcQixSg1nE1QlruMX-65R_jyxj5iX3ssLmzBCTh/s1600/IMG_2111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYFuZ-rvAji14wlVxgdkpJ7tFGVU8j8DeGE-DxNa6GC_4ee5WXpSTiTGKwRp0qW2uXcddqjTPh_l17QzIhQ_hqh96xiYUW9hNocf0pSIcQixSg1nE1QlruMX-65R_jyxj5iX3ssLmzBCTh/s1600/IMG_2111.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUtOm5Y3AnhBlFyYHHRYN4DBADzLsoESHEWzfSRRerukuLyU7RgLv794DPSXcptbfdH_fWHfXGPY7Nq1hAFSeuFXGKCDomcwkaZ8rutKGiDYWTC1qoQbWBtj8-G6FklUMcrL4MY0xsRJec/s1600/IMG_2112.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUtOm5Y3AnhBlFyYHHRYN4DBADzLsoESHEWzfSRRerukuLyU7RgLv794DPSXcptbfdH_fWHfXGPY7Nq1hAFSeuFXGKCDomcwkaZ8rutKGiDYWTC1qoQbWBtj8-G6FklUMcrL4MY0xsRJec/s1600/IMG_2112.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY4tg0x20KDOsjpA8ZczqhzYoIQWRGXw30JhmnOhcIHceheW5kQstSXPj9gQ_74TnaIS9V550EwMnqfAmnasesdcT_53Aev-YqoMgM8b1TvdxS77USpSw8MWNgF3wDapelez3EW91hDPAr/s1600/IMG_2113.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY4tg0x20KDOsjpA8ZczqhzYoIQWRGXw30JhmnOhcIHceheW5kQstSXPj9gQ_74TnaIS9V550EwMnqfAmnasesdcT_53Aev-YqoMgM8b1TvdxS77USpSw8MWNgF3wDapelez3EW91hDPAr/s1600/IMG_2113.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBQJJ7DqBp08aj8mldS3Zaaoht_Xdo_7oU6sAPh7mMPiOCRmXdlEID7Z0nBAP3aPJ67iqvF5AVzqafzg_YQkkkY_ZWLgIU6Rk6JCSMYgPTkftuvaFIirAwZzRhE348T3Dchct2L8x2EL9S/s1600/IMG_2118.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBQJJ7DqBp08aj8mldS3Zaaoht_Xdo_7oU6sAPh7mMPiOCRmXdlEID7Z0nBAP3aPJ67iqvF5AVzqafzg_YQkkkY_ZWLgIU6Rk6JCSMYgPTkftuvaFIirAwZzRhE348T3Dchct2L8x2EL9S/s1600/IMG_2118.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
clones</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeu1BIIpNpuaBGYaeCbRUKLtKsLXEJdTFJmmq4aIjpeoA6j0Dndoz7Jh8wZ2HDsw9uvnvsLYR0o7xrhagQptTlAAV6wDuUu9JD6pgRtlJ-TGPsE0huHj8KZHRAdUYodCxS4MD4GK6Yovaz/s1600/IMG_2120.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeu1BIIpNpuaBGYaeCbRUKLtKsLXEJdTFJmmq4aIjpeoA6j0Dndoz7Jh8wZ2HDsw9uvnvsLYR0o7xrhagQptTlAAV6wDuUu9JD6pgRtlJ-TGPsE0huHj8KZHRAdUYodCxS4MD4GK6Yovaz/s1600/IMG_2120.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9vNF9hdPrELbnSjUayS8eHh99czdskjdqc8sLbYBCMRTOgGzWNN4gtg60kBKrhrxU3aDcUfYq0HMYK-PfHSEit9FfoTVgIFI4Cn_wqFMFm9avDNnSNNROTVDDiJ1y0RfelSSM8QFHSTC7/s1600/IMG_2126.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9vNF9hdPrELbnSjUayS8eHh99czdskjdqc8sLbYBCMRTOgGzWNN4gtg60kBKrhrxU3aDcUfYq0HMYK-PfHSEit9FfoTVgIFI4Cn_wqFMFm9avDNnSNNROTVDDiJ1y0RfelSSM8QFHSTC7/s1600/IMG_2126.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF2BOGabsWk9UdypA76nklfIsmRObynZcGWTOsGPNlStobjKZSaayiBo-GwvHSi9JSP8N9FTWQS-pFI69aZBT7WJFI3k1AY929iNeUnrahyphenhyphenWrbMarVgwTS5iN5eqFDx6lZigMgOfWHZaLZ/s1600/IMG_2131.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF2BOGabsWk9UdypA76nklfIsmRObynZcGWTOsGPNlStobjKZSaayiBo-GwvHSi9JSP8N9FTWQS-pFI69aZBT7WJFI3k1AY929iNeUnrahyphenhyphenWrbMarVgwTS5iN5eqFDx6lZigMgOfWHZaLZ/s1600/IMG_2131.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdrctNcQnSiU3CHn8Yu8pbpaMZg69DMn97ISM64mKQxtwpQD3llio0fz1dpac2D0BVkJxXbiXwFNO3Lq076l5pG8XWgJLy1DlZM8YXgdpLzH0K4OLkGrayShdURY0pSmFubPbSNxH1-Ff2/s1600/IMG_2140.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdrctNcQnSiU3CHn8Yu8pbpaMZg69DMn97ISM64mKQxtwpQD3llio0fz1dpac2D0BVkJxXbiXwFNO3Lq076l5pG8XWgJLy1DlZM8YXgdpLzH0K4OLkGrayShdURY0pSmFubPbSNxH1-Ff2/s1600/IMG_2140.JPG" height="320" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7rg8F94TfSYTPezxNPi-f-Y3LhcF8iKzR6EJ_wv-VIfNpfm8JyvemWzsSqEu8YUJDwYHyk6tnyEUCQ2h9V43LrEfDjj_QV80U3WlvhCl67xMDNm0II2bp_kZh-YdGNg4Z-k2Soxaggwtk/s1600/IMG_2132.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7rg8F94TfSYTPezxNPi-f-Y3LhcF8iKzR6EJ_wv-VIfNpfm8JyvemWzsSqEu8YUJDwYHyk6tnyEUCQ2h9V43LrEfDjj_QV80U3WlvhCl67xMDNm0II2bp_kZh-YdGNg4Z-k2Soxaggwtk/s1600/IMG_2132.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
best buds</div>
<br />Erin M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01613426081992059167noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322692496727228258.post-8144847261947112012015-04-17T22:35:00.001-06:002015-04-17T22:51:48.356-06:00Photo Dump: 2-5 months<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKIH9GY0NRAs64jkCX7zjBIxSxvDn_p76j9i1HZ6WSQO60YRWzSA0vH8p_jl4cZYYLSUJTVIYfa42x5QsB_tH3ZXndcJi8J8X9UiZm9F_uW7ODuu0G52SiHfuNuYbfuU5aqbM-OWT1nmmV/s1600/IMG_1746.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKIH9GY0NRAs64jkCX7zjBIxSxvDn_p76j9i1HZ6WSQO60YRWzSA0vH8p_jl4cZYYLSUJTVIYfa42x5QsB_tH3ZXndcJi8J8X9UiZm9F_uW7ODuu0G52SiHfuNuYbfuU5aqbM-OWT1nmmV/s1600/IMG_1746.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
swaddled after a screaming session</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzVe-mHpS9rkeC4U58bfhJxqjlKSurIqz8KQ-Ncw5O4UltBhqBu51Nhirs9vmbSytotUzvK3fTnhFryMsQZHnHwFFrTlrUJ_6X8X3KdpFjGb5uep_XcyO2W1LUd5sGDySsYtrGts3XtuJY/s1600/IMG_1757.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzVe-mHpS9rkeC4U58bfhJxqjlKSurIqz8KQ-Ncw5O4UltBhqBu51Nhirs9vmbSytotUzvK3fTnhFryMsQZHnHwFFrTlrUJ_6X8X3KdpFjGb5uep_XcyO2W1LUd5sGDySsYtrGts3XtuJY/s1600/IMG_1757.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
mesmerized by a street light</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPtAIXCZOhjlmw2ZfdHYovGSBq3Ovbk2TuWCSlhx6rcwu2_xMeEB5H4GEYI2UAEbohGsYTObsYC9Q4miO5CHRTqNORTd06dWQzVFOozjSP6nFbQnpboo9FJyI8xbzVgCbP_91ux410gvkQ/s1600/IMG_1759.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPtAIXCZOhjlmw2ZfdHYovGSBq3Ovbk2TuWCSlhx6rcwu2_xMeEB5H4GEYI2UAEbohGsYTObsYC9Q4miO5CHRTqNORTd06dWQzVFOozjSP6nFbQnpboo9FJyI8xbzVgCbP_91ux410gvkQ/s1600/IMG_1759.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJD5mZ4XwSZIXICvHPHU61OhNPplqECSySmF4keWiVXvTSlU_yJD5-2hdpvIMpOlfCTHohyphenhyphen-3EZ7dhzMEWTSmJCsvRM5LGC2gYmjnr0vuLB_lZsjpj468EPhbKA_qbpzIwBp46SLBSAWEh/s1600/IMG_1768.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJD5mZ4XwSZIXICvHPHU61OhNPplqECSySmF4keWiVXvTSlU_yJD5-2hdpvIMpOlfCTHohyphenhyphen-3EZ7dhzMEWTSmJCsvRM5LGC2gYmjnr0vuLB_lZsjpj468EPhbKA_qbpzIwBp46SLBSAWEh/s1600/IMG_1768.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheIMTYFVd5jiIQuaOcmG5ifDZwQ_VsjkdWnO098tC0CDvX7O1VTjpW5TC3Fcu2BiDqvbaP0vDhjCj6T-dw4yhARow6fBW1Q8QGgYoeF_grkoKzdtLBFcUyEr2wmWGNxdnFZeys9qgWkt_o/s1600/IMG_1777.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheIMTYFVd5jiIQuaOcmG5ifDZwQ_VsjkdWnO098tC0CDvX7O1VTjpW5TC3Fcu2BiDqvbaP0vDhjCj6T-dw4yhARow6fBW1Q8QGgYoeF_grkoKzdtLBFcUyEr2wmWGNxdnFZeys9qgWkt_o/s1600/IMG_1777.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijZNGJMifHxMzEbIV9YEdFepGE_uLuCLWyAGCZVmGhOxpqi15QlTWSIIjdn0eZfo_dSajeUNPKbseA94S28kGkS93IVpI4YcUwNfDxZ8kNbWAkBrQTNAyMSnC7GKKE5_fquMu9alPc3fSW/s1600/IMG_1781.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijZNGJMifHxMzEbIV9YEdFepGE_uLuCLWyAGCZVmGhOxpqi15QlTWSIIjdn0eZfo_dSajeUNPKbseA94S28kGkS93IVpI4YcUwNfDxZ8kNbWAkBrQTNAyMSnC7GKKE5_fquMu9alPc3fSW/s1600/IMG_1781.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
looking comically small in his Bumbo</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgExFcvMYmSQ1H8p9UBMAMePcDxD4EqXdcRJkjQK_UNtYBlZKE0YHzVU-QKGDrnUQZwy7ni42QV9qMarkKOsbl-hyFahjqVc-zs6sgDn4IuZvVzn4HKoYWZFHdphFlWBUWRbov5SlMMLU_d/s1600/IMG_1801.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgExFcvMYmSQ1H8p9UBMAMePcDxD4EqXdcRJkjQK_UNtYBlZKE0YHzVU-QKGDrnUQZwy7ni42QV9qMarkKOsbl-hyFahjqVc-zs6sgDn4IuZvVzn4HKoYWZFHdphFlWBUWRbov5SlMMLU_d/s1600/IMG_1801.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Halloween!</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaQLiRrTOtvweLO_stjJtAGgTehnTc9xY_N2iN2kAuUvUZ8Cjmpz1B9NlNVrOMzXTFPKqVrRT_ggY9jtJyIRgNVNArZXXnw-jU-TTv261Wwyehh7X7Wq9eLSWZUQueLNdEs7WRhti8452K/s1600/IMG_1809.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaQLiRrTOtvweLO_stjJtAGgTehnTc9xY_N2iN2kAuUvUZ8Cjmpz1B9NlNVrOMzXTFPKqVrRT_ggY9jtJyIRgNVNArZXXnw-jU-TTv261Wwyehh7X7Wq9eLSWZUQueLNdEs7WRhti8452K/s1600/IMG_1809.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_10vg40FNBmZlxdixSqazNUkLRTXMXU_KotzI7F-6MlZd6i2mBVfLqVtIQjfDJOvWe75YKZMKxff6xVZ3y1WJclTVLYGoj3tVTD3yHBVNPK76GPRqutzINAm6W0-IPblM5QD9QfP0zUuF/s1600/IMG_1853.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_10vg40FNBmZlxdixSqazNUkLRTXMXU_KotzI7F-6MlZd6i2mBVfLqVtIQjfDJOvWe75YKZMKxff6xVZ3y1WJclTVLYGoj3tVTD3yHBVNPK76GPRqutzINAm6W0-IPblM5QD9QfP0zUuF/s1600/IMG_1853.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
giggles</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg93-FBtQ8QYoyrLI3BGQkPdyOGAFLpuiyioHLRcAe8NGJywNv0WrGHjTiZI23vaLpECtPnUv4zvl8PDhpAwdUBQz72Gps-MqvkdxD_jX7H5uFb5KpkiL3NpymQ1PVyHNDDhMpcZ2xyX5GK/s1600/IMG_1855.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg93-FBtQ8QYoyrLI3BGQkPdyOGAFLpuiyioHLRcAe8NGJywNv0WrGHjTiZI23vaLpECtPnUv4zvl8PDhpAwdUBQz72Gps-MqvkdxD_jX7H5uFb5KpkiL3NpymQ1PVyHNDDhMpcZ2xyX5GK/s1600/IMG_1855.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcf4ojUwWYnMVdi5I6UFblELpFSvOQDXNg3WB0dSPhUkvWpKwPURQjqc8FxZR5d5olJKxkCf6W045ZfnFMMuAZpixIG4_A-Yu3dN1dSNeMY0A4IgX-OK_lYwnIjyNHCLmGXMd7B-YnSEwQ/s1600/IMG_1858.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcf4ojUwWYnMVdi5I6UFblELpFSvOQDXNg3WB0dSPhUkvWpKwPURQjqc8FxZR5d5olJKxkCf6W045ZfnFMMuAZpixIG4_A-Yu3dN1dSNeMY0A4IgX-OK_lYwnIjyNHCLmGXMd7B-YnSEwQ/s1600/IMG_1858.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhesi-CiE4b3jehsxZmpeaznqnrI5shHFEZclud8JCw0YG0pOZWbQ1X0jGfHwOkNGcdrhbWit5dXX0qr9FZDQvemoORJpqcvMDKIyquRlC11_-Hx4coLwoB2tT3SbYTxaVQpLspt2vyVu6-/s1600/IMG_1863.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhesi-CiE4b3jehsxZmpeaznqnrI5shHFEZclud8JCw0YG0pOZWbQ1X0jGfHwOkNGcdrhbWit5dXX0qr9FZDQvemoORJpqcvMDKIyquRlC11_-Hx4coLwoB2tT3SbYTxaVQpLspt2vyVu6-/s1600/IMG_1863.JPG" height="320" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQqXXvMr1ekJXNBUSdNpCi6qZ5SjEdfIps0-kAnN0jHhCFAYjdONkao-zR5ITVBU-rx2Y-S9sYgE2ACmIewf17VHM6aFvBHtU3r8lHUoAPrf0lYGxgEnS3erPJRkw2d8iOC6CUP91FyKc0/s1600/IMG_0040.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQqXXvMr1ekJXNBUSdNpCi6qZ5SjEdfIps0-kAnN0jHhCFAYjdONkao-zR5ITVBU-rx2Y-S9sYgE2ACmIewf17VHM6aFvBHtU3r8lHUoAPrf0lYGxgEnS3erPJRkw2d8iOC6CUP91FyKc0/s1600/IMG_0040.jpg" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
babies are nothing if not flexible</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaJgFuqEg4W1f2k92NLZz4giW-VQe4ldS3b55VibLbYQKH_VTNFy0I32ZM0xuA4haPZ1PEPPnaF-nt7NfIMgfYBnvaAGX58j9a56XAOkW_0Qq5KeG5jB8Xgw0p4upBhFnvRykB92emjvo7/s1600/IMG_0024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaJgFuqEg4W1f2k92NLZz4giW-VQe4ldS3b55VibLbYQKH_VTNFy0I32ZM0xuA4haPZ1PEPPnaF-nt7NfIMgfYBnvaAGX58j9a56XAOkW_0Qq5KeG5jB8Xgw0p4upBhFnvRykB92emjvo7/s1600/IMG_0024.jpg" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidQTACzl1GGTYfdyuX5MpFjsqgLs7q7oqUU38qfgPAPJl75Pn6qq-U1gf2XzUiLPsrGLOfKSngSF8nFAJqCjg5jb_37f0rR4foj8WkyKUF9qhnnatmlkLdDjE8F60Z3z-1Dnlva0mUg_RZ/s1600/IMG_0025.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidQTACzl1GGTYfdyuX5MpFjsqgLs7q7oqUU38qfgPAPJl75Pn6qq-U1gf2XzUiLPsrGLOfKSngSF8nFAJqCjg5jb_37f0rR4foj8WkyKUF9qhnnatmlkLdDjE8F60Z3z-1Dnlva0mUg_RZ/s1600/IMG_0025.jpg" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpdZCBXdPIWWKTB1z0RLAeL0QQJNRrAYCr1IybdyWmEsLeXh8sBzmcfk2LByymPYsYZHF4L95TUn0SC08LZSarkNt5twW4Wn6qJ81-K-V_wqOJPxG51axe4jdc4y7p2SbBi3gM6wdF3q10/s1600/IMG_0010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpdZCBXdPIWWKTB1z0RLAeL0QQJNRrAYCr1IybdyWmEsLeXh8sBzmcfk2LByymPYsYZHF4L95TUn0SC08LZSarkNt5twW4Wn6qJ81-K-V_wqOJPxG51axe4jdc4y7p2SbBi3gM6wdF3q10/s1600/IMG_0010.jpg" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
fun in D.C. for Christmas</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZFdMf8jzx5dIXAdJc3hqs9ftn501o8Q0-HJyys6yJo9fAkmsTeRgdp-9BLd00kPVyYumLEvkZtC5qPRnRBIYjLYLF7DbBBKM313Ki6ZtXqUSjF_2lO3DW9ZN0O44Ds-sx8k25D4umhlIh/s1600/IMG_0011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZFdMf8jzx5dIXAdJc3hqs9ftn501o8Q0-HJyys6yJo9fAkmsTeRgdp-9BLd00kPVyYumLEvkZtC5qPRnRBIYjLYLF7DbBBKM313Ki6ZtXqUSjF_2lO3DW9ZN0O44Ds-sx8k25D4umhlIh/s1600/IMG_0011.jpg" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTlmJFgXU5o5ImwHccmHvQCTDUoA2ICp8vup1pz3_OYl-LjlTdCqwuu4kqYyJvr_JSmepA_EC5k07v0HfeZwtutHZYtxlJ-Fl40OIXJOi-DUE5qz05mkJidYQXB9eMa7PZXw4O4zpdl1Vo/s1600/IMG_0050.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTlmJFgXU5o5ImwHccmHvQCTDUoA2ICp8vup1pz3_OYl-LjlTdCqwuu4kqYyJvr_JSmepA_EC5k07v0HfeZwtutHZYtxlJ-Fl40OIXJOi-DUE5qz05mkJidYQXB9eMa7PZXw4O4zpdl1Vo/s1600/IMG_0050.jpg" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Christmas lights are pretty</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK9axmpTHV02ip2KFi_d_cfVwsAMQTM5Rv6Eu_qcc3aeU_rB_FWJyexxzvPp1tnB0UqqcsOWXFdg6kfkQeyCI0ILmwTIKyYPKz1zn_HhYmpjyWcEECf4zisGgU-GY-pRY4D1jUNOIV5qyU/s1600/IMG_0053.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK9axmpTHV02ip2KFi_d_cfVwsAMQTM5Rv6Eu_qcc3aeU_rB_FWJyexxzvPp1tnB0UqqcsOWXFdg6kfkQeyCI0ILmwTIKyYPKz1zn_HhYmpjyWcEECf4zisGgU-GY-pRY4D1jUNOIV5qyU/s1600/IMG_0053.jpg" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqv1skonY8T0Yw3EHil0iWh3LFQVy9oRuh_E96NGqpXwi2EgOFxHDMhBkicEC5nFERzMKhyez8MSA2qdaj1DLW6MuovDVqARF2qmrxPqP3mAqvNutRXXli5y-Z1TFy32MXnAxnstOzqwhm/s1600/IMG_0030.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqv1skonY8T0Yw3EHil0iWh3LFQVy9oRuh_E96NGqpXwi2EgOFxHDMhBkicEC5nFERzMKhyez8MSA2qdaj1DLW6MuovDVqARF2qmrxPqP3mAqvNutRXXli5y-Z1TFy32MXnAxnstOzqwhm/s1600/IMG_0030.jpg" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivN9mPmLllwxq9t32YyNdYZgFA3Kg7vhXwZMk0Qs1aGuAtyoE0gLuZ5om7N8fZfC-pqvH34ejr2_CSJfdaJqDKMV9mrvn24XjbDhcFRpYVLfCnE5EBcifR8IZDiMl9ci7BK_xGzUIZuedB/s1600/IMG_0023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivN9mPmLllwxq9t32YyNdYZgFA3Kg7vhXwZMk0Qs1aGuAtyoE0gLuZ5om7N8fZfC-pqvH34ejr2_CSJfdaJqDKMV9mrvn24XjbDhcFRpYVLfCnE5EBcifR8IZDiMl9ci7BK_xGzUIZuedB/s1600/IMG_0023.jpg" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Great-grandma time</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgDl2krICFchzcLC1-YV5K2HMIT4SWclFF5_XTTAAOrSqFzZMIocQEumfdHI8qhOqqZEgOIl_367ude2OTB2H2rMXUlQLwKvwwEK8B4_Z7f3ub-1sdnuvlDTEVH-IYndKEa4nfier8BZvu/s1600/IMG_0035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgDl2krICFchzcLC1-YV5K2HMIT4SWclFF5_XTTAAOrSqFzZMIocQEumfdHI8qhOqqZEgOIl_367ude2OTB2H2rMXUlQLwKvwwEK8B4_Z7f3ub-1sdnuvlDTEVH-IYndKEa4nfier8BZvu/s1600/IMG_0035.jpg" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimFfVGRd6-vALE3niNObARyKqleNYjs3Xbb4q6qW-bKF9R6vC4IMc9PSMRG3WF3VYVN1VV4mKZm9OQFEgVK28athyeae9A1-TG7kL1Mb2mazU2Ye22ImCbjEnnZ16fPhjaFB7zY8D5yTWg/s1600/IMG_0026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimFfVGRd6-vALE3niNObARyKqleNYjs3Xbb4q6qW-bKF9R6vC4IMc9PSMRG3WF3VYVN1VV4mKZm9OQFEgVK28athyeae9A1-TG7kL1Mb2mazU2Ye22ImCbjEnnZ16fPhjaFB7zY8D5yTWg/s1600/IMG_0026.jpg" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5M0a8C16TLMRE57tPPSXKTMx-MgORbQd8Dyp5_SGYZ2o5LKp6LTSHHGEJYHHpTMQHcDkMOu4t0BBqVIvlHoLeC08Y9nQyQJISEKJ4pVnRHF4bYThverxhZ2i2aSzHqzbHmho1YjC4TuO7/s1600/IMG_1911.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5M0a8C16TLMRE57tPPSXKTMx-MgORbQd8Dyp5_SGYZ2o5LKp6LTSHHGEJYHHpTMQHcDkMOu4t0BBqVIvlHoLeC08Y9nQyQJISEKJ4pVnRHF4bYThverxhZ2i2aSzHqzbHmho1YjC4TuO7/s1600/IMG_1911.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxql-mbb9hn9BeyAdgcBp7RUzK4RKSbrIA09K3wGyf8RaWyywbr_YjZUMLgMauUd0o0bpEXqAat4YCPMbSv_ooHwI9d3TKHUHlKY13HjxYJPAteiP5hWJIyWGjnt_dBi24POLf47YZgoxV/s1600/IMG_1929.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxql-mbb9hn9BeyAdgcBp7RUzK4RKSbrIA09K3wGyf8RaWyywbr_YjZUMLgMauUd0o0bpEXqAat4YCPMbSv_ooHwI9d3TKHUHlKY13HjxYJPAteiP5hWJIyWGjnt_dBi24POLf47YZgoxV/s1600/IMG_1929.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMgBneTGjy4UGg9SlSv-56jEBfPvvRC7rPsc6mzGFaVSspZa-58U36-R9oz31RCLRlpeCYLMIgM-GOXYZBhvMFRQXCiv1zhA_v-0GCUgtNussARIYROqlg8aLIn3T0xhghEt0yT1jD7wUm/s1600/IMG_1932-COLLAGE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMgBneTGjy4UGg9SlSv-56jEBfPvvRC7rPsc6mzGFaVSspZa-58U36-R9oz31RCLRlpeCYLMIgM-GOXYZBhvMFRQXCiv1zhA_v-0GCUgtNussARIYROqlg8aLIn3T0xhghEt0yT1jD7wUm/s1600/IMG_1932-COLLAGE.jpg" height="320" width="320" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
being a baby is serious business</div>
<br />Erin M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01613426081992059167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322692496727228258.post-33051177484476151352015-04-17T21:44:00.001-06:002015-04-17T22:37:13.453-06:00Photo Dump: 1-2 months oldWhoa. Sorry for the radio silence. Here are some pictures for all the thousands of words I didn't write.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-lpdNNWOMoTucoQ2izG6d4xP3P9oIhQJ1e4hXX0nE-3T8DvvQ8LK-qJMM3eK3ywYdEmbLThEzRjFxzP9zuw6_C1lT7jcBXOav0kK4d7Bypg2Pc5Tc5pyr64sULfRa61IYJOAiShC0W7wQ/s1600/IMG_1607.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-lpdNNWOMoTucoQ2izG6d4xP3P9oIhQJ1e4hXX0nE-3T8DvvQ8LK-qJMM3eK3ywYdEmbLThEzRjFxzP9zuw6_C1lT7jcBXOav0kK4d7Bypg2Pc5Tc5pyr64sULfRa61IYJOAiShC0W7wQ/s1600/IMG_1607.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD-wn6xKwQq9jLD_XwPKpfp3dvC6blWznOq-uzc4LAoX_50aaajE85TKT2HUVQFO-k_Gbw8GFX4EgeWHJM8LKyJT1XDyRdBLCmGXdDeAEJ43aI_5qba_XH3nQn6JvBk8WcEVenTQsZXsvG/s1600/IMG_1547.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD-wn6xKwQq9jLD_XwPKpfp3dvC6blWznOq-uzc4LAoX_50aaajE85TKT2HUVQFO-k_Gbw8GFX4EgeWHJM8LKyJT1XDyRdBLCmGXdDeAEJ43aI_5qba_XH3nQn6JvBk8WcEVenTQsZXsvG/s1600/IMG_1547.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKwxZy1BpcESz_6ZYn0CX-jcMiA3i0P8ZjfqaLRsQBXzzpjg67zIwaMdDyWM6wG95OOeVO2dunUywZT5aTGZOpoHi4iiAYkOdlXrZDPm5pL2t1bNRItatmaZ_9t8wqJyjmi3KnOSUUK90V/s1600/IMG_1553.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKwxZy1BpcESz_6ZYn0CX-jcMiA3i0P8ZjfqaLRsQBXzzpjg67zIwaMdDyWM6wG95OOeVO2dunUywZT5aTGZOpoHi4iiAYkOdlXrZDPm5pL2t1bNRItatmaZ_9t8wqJyjmi3KnOSUUK90V/s1600/IMG_1553.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
so small in daddy's arms</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguvqY6b-GUn3ehqqJ2D1wegqAar95mplE2mTPfdm9BLI0TIxrSrs8cqk0DyHwziSNhQCdnfp3h_3KXhjfSlXJalwtSn0ej_2Dod6zBFyzu1F-VpeOobPoemqWP1Y-wsCGR25izZwIgaS9_/s1600/IMG_1560.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguvqY6b-GUn3ehqqJ2D1wegqAar95mplE2mTPfdm9BLI0TIxrSrs8cqk0DyHwziSNhQCdnfp3h_3KXhjfSlXJalwtSn0ej_2Dod6zBFyzu1F-VpeOobPoemqWP1Y-wsCGR25izZwIgaS9_/s1600/IMG_1560.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWeB6IPW2M822TDe_DjV2apLu978eGbcHtf__4eSuyuBFf6Ut2CR1jieFtH9vr-dqpALKWHGXROFNEY5zMaVOD_2Bh0b-0nq9aNWIprPGcmTK_-p2oJz2Pr45EN3JRNUpdy8zcYyI2uwqW/s1600/IMG_1579.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWeB6IPW2M822TDe_DjV2apLu978eGbcHtf__4eSuyuBFf6Ut2CR1jieFtH9vr-dqpALKWHGXROFNEY5zMaVOD_2Bh0b-0nq9aNWIprPGcmTK_-p2oJz2Pr45EN3JRNUpdy8zcYyI2uwqW/s1600/IMG_1579.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
gas smile</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX_b6vkGtRAEWnm5qJph-6XeoOcW15JdLrP9hmHjg6v07OVLzyOt6plB2F5KdZKRVv-KaO71i3Pvi6HWdnZunxmbF2cJNfqPAQJaDMg2pmTu7Z5rsBOnhq_nMSjIdKt7cANffy3w6SYrrO/s1600/IMG_1592.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX_b6vkGtRAEWnm5qJph-6XeoOcW15JdLrP9hmHjg6v07OVLzyOt6plB2F5KdZKRVv-KaO71i3Pvi6HWdnZunxmbF2cJNfqPAQJaDMg2pmTu7Z5rsBOnhq_nMSjIdKt7cANffy3w6SYrrO/s1600/IMG_1592.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOXtSwRusxUrzl5MXixeJHfnb5aZEJ_5tps3xKiujNGHsHO3K2OsbsMZ2OZRoU1FAY7B8Rs_-Pjd84Jc0WVUbKt1JjFsMaKR1XGy_B0j-8c73n4MZnX8u4yqkz0DPnVEvBWYxZnok1vJwn/s1600/IMG_1595.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOXtSwRusxUrzl5MXixeJHfnb5aZEJ_5tps3xKiujNGHsHO3K2OsbsMZ2OZRoU1FAY7B8Rs_-Pjd84Jc0WVUbKt1JjFsMaKR1XGy_B0j-8c73n4MZnX8u4yqkz0DPnVEvBWYxZnok1vJwn/s1600/IMG_1595.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQYw5ytptZi-bwSeRoTfJYOwpXmLhEFYHwoVChuyK6cwclGoZXAoZQf8oKv6s3Ayzx4_o2t6AUzvfd6PUY92Fx_PcKJpIYkr7952iE7SF5YiVIPJkKQRLfED89KTm1bVO7yh3A-YhCYhu8/s1600/IMG_1596.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQYw5ytptZi-bwSeRoTfJYOwpXmLhEFYHwoVChuyK6cwclGoZXAoZQf8oKv6s3Ayzx4_o2t6AUzvfd6PUY92Fx_PcKJpIYkr7952iE7SF5YiVIPJkKQRLfED89KTm1bVO7yh3A-YhCYhu8/s1600/IMG_1596.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
awake!</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLv5OgliTUyyGqBQ0-3bgvNdKWsJ5-6CPIZeMjkcQmRtxnKa4bQI7vNkrzT_JcIjPHflH5SnFJnjTKkg8JpG2OuqSo8sBLQBwhPAJxSh38Yz3RXNrEIIAc6cklh2mEiCzNYeo4jE8PivD6/s1600/IMG_1608.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLv5OgliTUyyGqBQ0-3bgvNdKWsJ5-6CPIZeMjkcQmRtxnKa4bQI7vNkrzT_JcIjPHflH5SnFJnjTKkg8JpG2OuqSo8sBLQBwhPAJxSh38Yz3RXNrEIIAc6cklh2mEiCzNYeo4jE8PivD6/s1600/IMG_1608.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
post-bath mustache</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB-yJHgQh-Sv9JJAVQNefoANezS8T1GCtcN1cuQ7KeuZ7DllLeTiiDRy0t0YvN6-y6O4fNVHTjMxhBNGZ1_-k7_7pvzuBYEgIhbU9vkElMWraiXri6Qbz_ExTbah8NUh9p7Oho798e1Qfj/s1600/IMG_1624.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB-yJHgQh-Sv9JJAVQNefoANezS8T1GCtcN1cuQ7KeuZ7DllLeTiiDRy0t0YvN6-y6O4fNVHTjMxhBNGZ1_-k7_7pvzuBYEgIhbU9vkElMWraiXri6Qbz_ExTbah8NUh9p7Oho798e1Qfj/s1600/IMG_1624.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXAyTo4eG3E2TfDgIe8lhtpHqxzkE21HD1ZKSaaqK4XXXtzFLGq9q6dj7benKAK0pIyFDf2m5j7s3A7uhT5M7nYlVCHFcHPH7VxKA7QNlJGP2cOGw-S0VwXxVuG9X3nvpsqZpBtn4oQB8F/s1600/IMG_1627.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXAyTo4eG3E2TfDgIe8lhtpHqxzkE21HD1ZKSaaqK4XXXtzFLGq9q6dj7benKAK0pIyFDf2m5j7s3A7uhT5M7nYlVCHFcHPH7VxKA7QNlJGP2cOGw-S0VwXxVuG9X3nvpsqZpBtn4oQB8F/s1600/IMG_1627.JPG" height="320" width="234" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
first smiles</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-M662x_tFt-Q1zTOLOXJhxQNKSmiSaKOQ69wjeB3liqDu9pCZZ0nOBNMI1iHQEmwzhozN853oAp6iyuDpkNTwQAPU9Vw6ugUphkouXCaLtJyKMJ44hl0_85Fap9oQ2jf9tf9Z3wSq6b6f/s1600/IMG_1631.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-M662x_tFt-Q1zTOLOXJhxQNKSmiSaKOQ69wjeB3liqDu9pCZZ0nOBNMI1iHQEmwzhozN853oAp6iyuDpkNTwQAPU9Vw6ugUphkouXCaLtJyKMJ44hl0_85Fap9oQ2jf9tf9Z3wSq6b6f/s1600/IMG_1631.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0cED-3w3X5nhNdhyphenhyphennJ3CRH3AvBYRCQNIUnV5epZdulRotZQ2pT9H0hq4JbvTUR8ADO2xaC_DJT27prI7_UqDa86iEM3V_SiquU5ZkcFSV5m5Kc31WaRUXtYSIcYcZtHo6Q0dAX0KMivUt/s1600/IMG_1632-COLLAGE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0cED-3w3X5nhNdhyphenhyphennJ3CRH3AvBYRCQNIUnV5epZdulRotZQ2pT9H0hq4JbvTUR8ADO2xaC_DJT27prI7_UqDa86iEM3V_SiquU5ZkcFSV5m5Kc31WaRUXtYSIcYcZtHo6Q0dAX0KMivUt/s1600/IMG_1632-COLLAGE.jpg" height="320" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZB45okZfw7jYkKFgrq0cZZNpCSo7zi-Wrd9dQgEvg324glX-Tfd4dJ_ryICccW-forX0unCrL2QBg60u6wXveN8bOtFS9O4QbHMYWCgH64mCAwT_Zw5d-um8TnoUNp_Paupa8fDXdo4HR/s1600/IMG_1651.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZB45okZfw7jYkKFgrq0cZZNpCSo7zi-Wrd9dQgEvg324glX-Tfd4dJ_ryICccW-forX0unCrL2QBg60u6wXveN8bOtFS9O4QbHMYWCgH64mCAwT_Zw5d-um8TnoUNp_Paupa8fDXdo4HR/s1600/IMG_1651.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPb86p_7hnMj8FbuZEZedGgmLHxo89UMZXT2sPmtxGXrpCRBwk_gYggIRx8NbZMLXoIa93waleZDJdFTFBQ5b5_3pJTlsRDIiTA9iDaVX4fAg9-wHTMOTC4js1uLeD3cSVKL2C9kBU-fz8/s1600/IMG_1656-COLLAGE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPb86p_7hnMj8FbuZEZedGgmLHxo89UMZXT2sPmtxGXrpCRBwk_gYggIRx8NbZMLXoIa93waleZDJdFTFBQ5b5_3pJTlsRDIiTA9iDaVX4fAg9-wHTMOTC4js1uLeD3cSVKL2C9kBU-fz8/s1600/IMG_1656-COLLAGE.jpg" height="320" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4JCm0iFcxOjtP4_3SahJVToCXlOQk_QPdw8v1vKBoPMQc_gZZ0zCQpMmneBrhMPFyCg_XJheiZjATOb5v54EKM5i-CRvO5bKysfY54NhHfgGbJQpNXlGQ_R_5ZiuO8uSPgWF5-VIRCDsh/s1600/IMG_1684.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4JCm0iFcxOjtP4_3SahJVToCXlOQk_QPdw8v1vKBoPMQc_gZZ0zCQpMmneBrhMPFyCg_XJheiZjATOb5v54EKM5i-CRvO5bKysfY54NhHfgGbJQpNXlGQ_R_5ZiuO8uSPgWF5-VIRCDsh/s1600/IMG_1684.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL0Okdwde_69mRFFhr8mCQKSncRz_R79dnlPdIbWLjsij8apEgF0X2u0pgb5DUF9J8ldf9IiGEpOolbuWMD3zv7BUnfBUMQk01ifJQjydXanH3RlBdE_dm5MbXBs7Zj2K-a-sXUpuOagf5/s1600/IMG_1697.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL0Okdwde_69mRFFhr8mCQKSncRz_R79dnlPdIbWLjsij8apEgF0X2u0pgb5DUF9J8ldf9IiGEpOolbuWMD3zv7BUnfBUMQk01ifJQjydXanH3RlBdE_dm5MbXBs7Zj2K-a-sXUpuOagf5/s1600/IMG_1697.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
sleeping with the snoogle pillow</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-0gi6vS8_lSZhJu_Z5WF_aMAYVnsNPidEO8HxARSkYmVPesihHk6l6FMU0oYs-0Y4qQTSnja_tmJoXFJIqKrsk28_qkBngvUN0HP82QxzJhMuZvwZAiFcfmbzs2oPafxiclGrWjOXtFt9/s1600/IMG_1701-COLLAGE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-0gi6vS8_lSZhJu_Z5WF_aMAYVnsNPidEO8HxARSkYmVPesihHk6l6FMU0oYs-0Y4qQTSnja_tmJoXFJIqKrsk28_qkBngvUN0HP82QxzJhMuZvwZAiFcfmbzs2oPafxiclGrWjOXtFt9/s1600/IMG_1701-COLLAGE.jpg" height="320" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-uefvITUwPvxGvAqs7V6xikm3WJVpsKP9VniV0JcDVg3obLX16wDUrUHkCTT10LR39rax0qGbUa8YgGgAhdM50IAFZ6zBLoFjffX13XSair_gbaC_7BaA47OUOrk7MHPCCD9n0UP25rVL/s1600/IMG_1715.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-uefvITUwPvxGvAqs7V6xikm3WJVpsKP9VniV0JcDVg3obLX16wDUrUHkCTT10LR39rax0qGbUa8YgGgAhdM50IAFZ6zBLoFjffX13XSair_gbaC_7BaA47OUOrk7MHPCCD9n0UP25rVL/s1600/IMG_1715.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
baby mullet</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyGpATzaHifIzeJ9wblWHtqCkGh-wn3kjym-vn-HZBVz9491fQsHw3rJRjOKcT7b9vFWGI7vbyy-5RYmNob4x6H_d-MfC-r4PC6cwt6hwNN5F40WQkqgO-vKR9XqMPPKZOtWYgPTevnw2e/s1600/IMG_1707.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyGpATzaHifIzeJ9wblWHtqCkGh-wn3kjym-vn-HZBVz9491fQsHw3rJRjOKcT7b9vFWGI7vbyy-5RYmNob4x6H_d-MfC-r4PC6cwt6hwNN5F40WQkqgO-vKR9XqMPPKZOtWYgPTevnw2e/s1600/IMG_1707.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW29513pOK6yS8lUl0-REIy4PPYdfz6jp8WV6ytUoGgvhLRRf_jdqObI2ycpPVzJBRDAE0sp472a7BUs1bh4jBgnoEEvXOrWqgcrltirYc4gYqEa5siC1U2i50CrPbnIwYP75D6dL97oU9/s1600/IMG_1719.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW29513pOK6yS8lUl0-REIy4PPYdfz6jp8WV6ytUoGgvhLRRf_jdqObI2ycpPVzJBRDAE0sp472a7BUs1bh4jBgnoEEvXOrWqgcrltirYc4gYqEa5siC1U2i50CrPbnIwYP75D6dL97oU9/s1600/IMG_1719.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
tummy time is not fun</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxVLrkxONV-I2D2WungzEzmvLM62uOpy853f8Xo5oqh3ciZUdwR_uBFq7HDACMEqXJAHCA4ZRw6c0JmXRSa-0IVFaq4lVbAfFbHc4oXEOIftV2sfzwSY23hqLkNmWlx1hsm29WvgYTIKLn/s1600/IMG_1722.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxVLrkxONV-I2D2WungzEzmvLM62uOpy853f8Xo5oqh3ciZUdwR_uBFq7HDACMEqXJAHCA4ZRw6c0JmXRSa-0IVFaq4lVbAfFbHc4oXEOIftV2sfzwSY23hqLkNmWlx1hsm29WvgYTIKLn/s1600/IMG_1722.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_5LMGY5XtOyPkIoCf6mK-fJRtE4gNCN8Ru43J1B1sgJ16ZwYoWy4IaoSUrBn8gCFjPOv_6NEBy-IrtofByJwIS6GOEfsFdSTV1Zkam2YxDiyDHaUpUmj7ZDFyokmc2L4fFcxCY94eAeys/s1600/IMG_1727.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_5LMGY5XtOyPkIoCf6mK-fJRtE4gNCN8Ru43J1B1sgJ16ZwYoWy4IaoSUrBn8gCFjPOv_6NEBy-IrtofByJwIS6GOEfsFdSTV1Zkam2YxDiyDHaUpUmj7ZDFyokmc2L4fFcxCY94eAeys/s1600/IMG_1727.JPG" height="320" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYG14p3Gsg6hcA4QHnCFj8QkESqVAD0O3uvpf5bprll0vUN-LztbcKFrDxaVLt6FTX-1Jp5nVGRzJh6ZJAgXIKyKXNnMGRW8fitJgvDJfEzPmW2trMEAH6exYuFjuNZt0aS0VvBSeSVXe7/s1600/IMG_1743.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYG14p3Gsg6hcA4QHnCFj8QkESqVAD0O3uvpf5bprll0vUN-LztbcKFrDxaVLt6FTX-1Jp5nVGRzJh6ZJAgXIKyKXNnMGRW8fitJgvDJfEzPmW2trMEAH6exYuFjuNZt0aS0VvBSeSVXe7/s1600/IMG_1743.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<iframe allowfullscreen="" class="YOUTUBE-iframe-video" data-thumbnail-src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfAa3CpAVlWE7gsFNBI6OInBJcapdToUissCADVRP3WPCAfK9ZWCV38FruqbE8Rjwbz9E9HcSN1tX9FKUYoSZgRmF05OvLfWTSH5gftT46QQU1fQBLRdmmAeuG_EyIe1OZZS_rWYfIHRpM/s0/IMG_1558.MOV" frameborder="0" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6138921382906822786?feature=player_embedded" width="320"></iframe><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<iframe allowfullscreen="" class="YOUTUBE-iframe-video" data-thumbnail-src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2DFiFS_HmEWofhME_RFYo95VF0fvOaAsPl-kSF8t-28i4foJvlVyR23WOQrwpkwyG-KPAV47qY5PRzmtkHm8DSRPXOfx7jmGAJoOcbTR8Y0SnlnJD1-vsfSnRv-4F7sLf3xE4eSAPZhX7/s0/IMG_1600.MOV" frameborder="0" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6138921460672487986?feature=player_embedded" width="320"></iframe><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="YOUTUBE-iframe-video" data-thumbnail-src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcWk6jrKtnYZTjFsDsjGS16oPdj99vS6157RaO_wy_C_RRMP2CYfaMKy4J4lVJz96CUj1Xg8z55Ai136AEGFt2rm3OjVVwVN7wS6LTCuTIGDBWX-dt8Ql2zPs6F2zH__CFC6Xd0AQ-kDtf/s0/IMG_1606.MOV" frameborder="0" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6138921547034090050?feature=player_embedded" width="320"></iframe><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<iframe allowfullscreen="" class="YOUTUBE-iframe-video" data-thumbnail-src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNjlzARGCPiBxLQmkMI9aJXqEFV5wQuB2Z_1627WyC3mjtZnnDu1VnA5q5D7BvwjemqcX67LaDOT2ppiYIHI8jxKXMpsSKK0FwrJQ0FE1MdVy9HhcYBPTjwf6fcQCdDtdpq5vAJ6TJ_L17/s0/IMG_1639.MOV" frameborder="0" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6138921958708825282?feature=player_embedded" width="320"></iframe>Erin M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01613426081992059167noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322692496727228258.post-79504520760607114872014-08-28T23:24:00.004-06:002014-08-28T23:24:50.184-06:00My AngelSometimes when I look at this boy<br />
<br />
I am overwhelmed by his innocence.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigf21FOQdEfkqICHX8eDTBVmOv1jPzg9ivmDPPNqBv0bPrr0-RjgBdkOOXFkFVEf3jEwitHLSN4n9irU-A2P_DeHVp29z2XXwnj0grw0shge5TNY2RociOadSbL3EZEv27awqRPorw5az7/s1600/IMG_1546.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigf21FOQdEfkqICHX8eDTBVmOv1jPzg9ivmDPPNqBv0bPrr0-RjgBdkOOXFkFVEf3jEwitHLSN4n9irU-A2P_DeHVp29z2XXwnj0grw0shge5TNY2RociOadSbL3EZEv27awqRPorw5az7/s1600/IMG_1546.JPG" height="320" width="320" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
He has his daddy's "ski-jump nose"</div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGq1WTLVJtd558g6LUtuzzLfJjn-pzGTPDAGHbDeBwbaIK8PjBWhhdmXvRtrdE9XS0jMebKGn0upFs1TF-iyvBFcUReandT8Sg4_nkkO5qoVqyMubEkiECmADQUdR8mLco2MVq-o5OlYlH/s1600/IMG_1582.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGq1WTLVJtd558g6LUtuzzLfJjn-pzGTPDAGHbDeBwbaIK8PjBWhhdmXvRtrdE9XS0jMebKGn0upFs1TF-iyvBFcUReandT8Sg4_nkkO5qoVqyMubEkiECmADQUdR8mLco2MVq-o5OlYlH/s1600/IMG_1582.jpg" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
In the Boba wrap (which I still don't know how to use.)</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia7hd-UjVT89n9JEl_SF8HLbmxP_GjIvmsD3zAJct5SnZvHLa4OMab2rrTWuZ9BMItcgnQjdd7oc3mOwUBj0CUb-JA4daGUOqP1mUjK8p8LmNUzAbcwmyMPXz1cZd3re4zOdUY-eMM8yQ7/s1600/IMG_1585.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia7hd-UjVT89n9JEl_SF8HLbmxP_GjIvmsD3zAJct5SnZvHLa4OMab2rrTWuZ9BMItcgnQjdd7oc3mOwUBj0CUb-JA4daGUOqP1mUjK8p8LmNUzAbcwmyMPXz1cZd3re4zOdUY-eMM8yQ7/s1600/IMG_1585.JPG" height="240" width="320" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
"Hear no evil."</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBaahQHZ9t1Ur1eOMbis-PcvbN_TuyffnALA6Ps5acmuJ3KhyphenhyphenB_cTbHQJbDiSdWLhOyIPlSvyOPm6iHHMkT4d8xtlEsdSk6Nzmwf5ZKnXZOgr3K6eBNUhhBf7w-5DR7lMrwE4AD8ZlJJLW/s1600/IMG_1596.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBaahQHZ9t1Ur1eOMbis-PcvbN_TuyffnALA6Ps5acmuJ3KhyphenhyphenB_cTbHQJbDiSdWLhOyIPlSvyOPm6iHHMkT4d8xtlEsdSk6Nzmwf5ZKnXZOgr3K6eBNUhhBf7w-5DR7lMrwE4AD8ZlJJLW/s1600/IMG_1596.jpg" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
In his "frat boy" shirt, which *sniff sniff* he's already growing out of.</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdJoT1zKNKvUelkpWKlYawSwIzsNkNFjy2PBLG5MPdQeznpmKQdjma31SDtE_VNdF2XJlQhleS9pPJNfvrEhskWA7HRkEDQUHdaq7wI8KkLnJoD1Cj0P1vqXz3nrmu_hgtQ_h_y7_cEEjN/s1600/IMG_1601.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdJoT1zKNKvUelkpWKlYawSwIzsNkNFjy2PBLG5MPdQeznpmKQdjma31SDtE_VNdF2XJlQhleS9pPJNfvrEhskWA7HRkEDQUHdaq7wI8KkLnJoD1Cj0P1vqXz3nrmu_hgtQ_h_y7_cEEjN/s1600/IMG_1601.jpg" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
"We're not gonna take it!"</div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK7y38EksXxvXNgYcpkc6BRZ40_sbXBmI_pU7bOicXFhvfgdaR3epLB0QjvTYux7IbM2RkzwPjxd3xzrfkDwIiteYfe0Ez7HaHM3dvDRaeKYO-NrqUo5RdMT8vT2tdtZ6p2FJSZYuXh-Yq/s1600/IMG_1604.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK7y38EksXxvXNgYcpkc6BRZ40_sbXBmI_pU7bOicXFhvfgdaR3epLB0QjvTYux7IbM2RkzwPjxd3xzrfkDwIiteYfe0Ez7HaHM3dvDRaeKYO-NrqUo5RdMT8vT2tdtZ6p2FJSZYuXh-Yq/s1600/IMG_1604.jpg" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Selfie with mom</div>
<br />Erin M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01613426081992059167noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322692496727228258.post-90920757980013489582014-07-24T23:54:00.000-06:002014-07-24T23:54:06.752-06:00A Ramble in LimboI've been sitting at home today just sort of waiting and panicking a little bit because of all the things I SHOULD be doing but am NOT doing to prepare for this baby. For one, my lower back hurts so much that it is actually rather painful to do anything that requires bending. That eliminates 98% of what I can comfortably do. It's not a good excuse, but there it is. I haven't finished packing a hospital back. I haven't finished cleaning the house in preparation for my mother's arrival on Saturday. Hell, it took me two days just to fold two baskets of laundry!<br />
<br />
Other things I haven't done? Haven't read a book about raising a baby. Haven't finished that book on breastfeeding. Haven't been practicing my pain-management techniques like I should be. Haven't even picked up the novel I'm reading in two days. Know why? Every time I pick up a book I just fall asleep. Believe it or not, I'm not sleeping all that well at night anymore, so I have to take naps. I hate napping. It feels like a huge waste of time, but at some point I just have to give in.<br />
<br />
Odd as it sounds, I miss work. I miss feeling useful. I miss helping people. I miss the social interaction I have with my coworkers. I know I'm looking at it through rose-colored glasses just because I am so damn bored at home, and because everyone--coworkers and patrons alike--has been so amazingly kind to me during this pregnancy, but man. I already miss it and I've been gone less than a week.<br />
<br />
Things I've been good at doing? I've been VERY good at ordering a lot of things last minute on Amazon. Nursing bras, baby nail clippers, a diaper pail, a baby bath... oh, and a couple new toys for the dogs. Online shopping is easy. That's something I can do from my home office: The couch.<br />
<br />
I'm trying to get out and about. I really am. I was good about getting out of the house earlier this week. But it is over 110* every day, and I just don't feel like facing that. I have walked the dogs three times this week in 90* heat at 7:45 am. It's about all I can handle. I managed to work more on the Hobbes toy I am making while listening to NPR podcasts, so today wasn't a total loss.<br />
<br />
I feel like I'm going crazy. I'm mentally not quite ready for this baby, but I'm also tired of waiting.<br />
<br />
Stats:<br />
<br />
Gestation: 39weeks, 4 days<br />
Due: Sunday<br />
Size: Big enough<br />
Gender: Boy<br />
Signs of labor: Negative. Well there is one...it's a little TMI. Let's just say that I am not constipated.<br />
Other Symptoms: lower back pain. Fetal punches and kicks to various organs.Erin M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01613426081992059167noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322692496727228258.post-65082679561844339832014-07-07T15:32:00.000-06:002014-07-07T15:32:43.562-06:00The Home StretchI hit 37 weeks yesterday, and the reality of childbirth and impending motherhood is starting to sink in. I grabbed a book on breastfeeding off the shelf at the library and then--what the heck--grabbed two more. Intellectually, I know the basics, but it dawned on me that i could stand to study up a little more. I'm also worried I haven't been practicing my breathing/ relaxation techniques enough. I have been doing stretches religiously, so there is that at least. I can still cut my own toenails even though my belly has suddenly gotten huge, and my pelvis aches a bit when I walk. I find myself taking at least one or two naps a day on my days off, and I have to fight the urge every day at work. At my appointment with my midwife today they gave me my records to take over to the nurses when I go to labor and delivery. My midwife talked about when it was time to go to the hospital, and to not worry about timing contractions until it was difficult to do anything through them. I tested negative for Group B Strep (so no antibiotics during labor, yay!) and my blood pressure is still nice and low, so everything is looking up for a good, old-fashioned delivery.<br />
<br />
Basically, I could have this baby in a month, or I could have him tomorrow. I have to be prepared for either scenario. I'm not. I'm prepared to have him when he is due and not too much earlier or later than that.<br />
<br />
I get tired very quickly these days. I've accepted that and just ask T to do what I cannot. He is a rock.Erin M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01613426081992059167noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322692496727228258.post-61571077602284244122014-06-03T14:39:00.001-06:002014-06-03T14:56:08.809-06:00LimitationsI used to be one of those people who sort of denied that as the body got older it experienced physical limitations. I'd see older people taking the elevator instead of the stairs, or struggling to get out of a car, or grumbling about bending over to pick something up, and I'd quietly <i>tsk</i> to myself and think, "Use it or lose it, grandma," before taking the stairs two at a time, as usual.<br />
<br />
As someone who has been in anywhere from decent to amazing shape her whole life, the third trimester of pregnancy has been extremely humbling so far. I can barely bend down to pick something up, and mostly just end up squatting. I cannot get in and out of a car in one fluid motion anymore. My hips hurt sometimes because I am carrying 1/5 again my total body weight. I get winded climbing even a few stairs, and yeah, I'll take the elevator 60-90% of the time now. I cannot sit straight up in bed because my upper abdominal muscles are so stretched. They literally tear (more than they already have) if I try, so I don't try. I roll over like a sea lion until my feet make contact with the floor and then I push myself to standing with mostly the strength of my arms. Putting on shoes has become a balancing act. Putting on pants, even more so.<br />
<br />
I know. I'm making pregnancy sound like a horror movie. It's not. I am still strong. I am still fit. Sometimes I amaze myself with the things I can still do even as I experience more limitations. For crap's sake I'M GROWING ANOTHER HUMAN BEING.<br />
<br />
A month ago, I was really unhappy about some of my limitations. I couldn't understand why my body wouldn't move the way I wanted it to, and why there was always something that sort of hurt or was tight. But we humans are amazing and resilient and can learn to carry on. Have things gotten less uncomfortable? No, if anything they've gotten more so. Right now, for example, the baby has been moving almost constantly for the last twelve hours. (Yes, throughout the night. And yes, it disturbed my sleep. A lot.) He has not only completely changed position but he is exploring all the possible ways he can stretch out his small, watery home. Does it hurt sometimes? Hell. Yes. Does it hurt all the time. No. The movement is never what I would call "comfortable," but I've learned to just live with it most of the time, and to be grateful for what it means: Baby is alive.<br />
<br />
Anyway, what I'm trying to say is I respect people's limitations now. And while I do think you "lose it if you don't use it," I understand now that things happen to our bodies, whether it be Time or pregnancy or what have you, that create limitations we have no control over. I will be much more sympathetic of those limitations from now on.<br />
<br />
Coconut Stats:<br />
<br />
Gestation: 32 weeks (7ish months for the lazy)<br />
Estimated due date: July 27<br />
Baby's weight: just under 4 lbs.<br />
Total weight gain: 21 lbs<br />
Cravings: WATER. So thirsty...<br />
What I feel: LOT'S of pressure for a day or so interspersed by a day or two of reprieve. (Baby is growing fast.) More interrupted sleep. Same old rib/top-of-belly pain. Return of some of the gagginess I felt in the first tri, probably because my stomach is being pushed on. Desperate need to pee every time I stand up. Sciatica. Braxton Hicks several times a day. Baby hiccups 2-3 times a day.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPRcoTVtg5ew0SxCQMODYkeCK7kFr2eafOc-yKNPrn_EeS5LNNld8JVDJbuEJi9pBat8tW1bWk402ATTrPIWlXwEwLNliJ7peKD1ed8SRss8B2sOaQLmEr6X7rbV4ywSKfhklf8D3EYn_a/s1600/IMG_1488.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPRcoTVtg5ew0SxCQMODYkeCK7kFr2eafOc-yKNPrn_EeS5LNNld8JVDJbuEJi9pBat8tW1bWk402ATTrPIWlXwEwLNliJ7peKD1ed8SRss8B2sOaQLmEr6X7rbV4ywSKfhklf8D3EYn_a/s1600/IMG_1488.JPG" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Here you go, Jill. :)</div>
<br />Erin M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01613426081992059167noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322692496727228258.post-3105395284598254792014-05-15T22:45:00.003-06:002014-05-15T22:46:20.173-06:00Food baby. Nope...real babyLet me start out by saying that I have no good reason to complain about this pregnancy. I haven't thrown up once; I don't have gestational diabetes; my blood pressure is normal; I have no swelling of hands or feet, or any carpal tunnel; my energy is mostly good and I've been able to remain active; my midwife has given me no reason to believe my baby is anything but perfectly healthy.<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
That being said...</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
For about four or five weeks now, I have really started to experience the discomforts of pregnancy. I know it's not, you know, "acceptable" for healthy women to complain about pregnancy, but just... indulge me for a moment. Imagine being the most full of food you've ever been. So full, it's pressing on your lungs and your rib cage. So full, you belly skin is tight like a ball and your abdominal muscle begin to tear a little bit. THAT is how I feel all the time, for over a month now. The fullness is so constant that I (miraculously) don't notice it sometimes anymore. I notice it when I can't breathe properly, or when the constant pain in my ribs peaks--particularly after a meal when I am full of food on top of being full of baby.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
And the movement, ohhhh... What started out as adorably, microscopic flicks three months ago have turned into full on kicks, punches and flips. It doesn't hurt, per se, unless one of these kicks or punches makes contact with a rib. And while we're on the subject of ribs (again), I don't seem to be big enough to accomodate this baby, so let's just get rid of the ribs altogether. A rib-ectomy. That would solve so much.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Stats:</div>
<div>
Gestation: Approx. 30 weeks, or 6.5 months</div>
<div>
Weight gain: 18 lbs. I'm now the heaviest I've ever been!</div>
<div>
Baby weight: 2.5 lbs.</div>
<div>
Aversions: Still not crazy about chicken, but I can eat it.</div>
<div>
Cravings: Nothing out of the ordinary.</div>
<div>
Symptoms: RIB PAIN. Leg cramps from hell, but not since taking a potassium supplement. Borderline anemia for which I am taking supplemental iron.</div>
Erin M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01613426081992059167noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322692496727228258.post-52680360135916678302014-04-21T15:17:00.001-06:002014-04-21T15:17:49.474-06:00New JobBig news around here: I went full-time at work! The transition has not been as difficult as I thought. I just had to change my expectations about how much I was going to work. Also, that first paycheck was sooooo nice. I can't help but see the perfection in the timing of this job. We would have made it with a baby--somehow--on my other income, and with student loans, but we both now feel much more financially secure. We can now begin to extract ourselves from our other, smaller debt obligations (credit card, my student loans, cars, etc.) and begin to save again. We, of course, still have T's massive student loan, but that can't be helped right now. We'll deal with that when we have to.<br />
<br />
Also...I did not know how much I would value working at the professional level for the thing I went to school to do. While my duties have not changed too much, there <i>is</i> an intangible change of "authority," I guess you could call it. I have professional license to make decisions I was not totally entitled to make before. It is so empowering. Even something as simple as exchanging my limited set of keys for one key that basically gives me the run of the building. I don't have to run and get someone higher up every time I want to open a door now. I can do it myself. I love it.<br />
<br />
T and I have all but settled on a name for the baby, but we aren't sharing until he is born. In the meantime, we affectionately refer to him as "Coconut."<br />
<br />
Coconut Stats:<br />
<br />
Gestation: 26 weeks (5.5 months)<br />
Size: approx. 1 2/3 pounds, 14 inches long.<br />
Total weight gain: 15 lbs. (Between one dr.'s visit to the next, I gained six!)<br />
Movement: Continual. Sometimes he is very quiet. Sometimes he delights in kicking me in awkward places. So much weird.<br />
Sleep: It's happening with the aid of a Snoogle Mini pillow.<br />
Cravings: Food.<br />
Aversions: Hunger. Also, really high sodium foods--not because I don't want to eat them but because they make me feel bloated.<br />
Pregnancy "symptoms": Lower back ache that comes and goes, but I know how to manage it. Increased appetite. Round ligament pain on the top of the bump. All that stretching hurts sometimes. Very occasional heartburn.Erin M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01613426081992059167noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322692496727228258.post-56229361749493694392014-03-24T12:18:00.002-06:002014-03-24T12:18:24.011-06:00Another Tiny Boy: Canine Edition<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjevycUkYpAenu8XYEyg7d3GIDLHmbXT4NfCjJKHXl1Z-BCsmMO1E58I9k5IvvaUcyGoZJdUWr2E0jEPVgvPWWNuEZ69NRF-ZpZPgB8_vnMNW5-JG4ZR9erSt2QOczB8wTZtAuax6F9uzab/s1600/IMG_1421.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjevycUkYpAenu8XYEyg7d3GIDLHmbXT4NfCjJKHXl1Z-BCsmMO1E58I9k5IvvaUcyGoZJdUWr2E0jEPVgvPWWNuEZ69NRF-ZpZPgB8_vnMNW5-JG4ZR9erSt2QOczB8wTZtAuax6F9uzab/s1600/IMG_1421.jpg" height="320" width="240" /></a></div>
Meet Wheatley. We've been talking about getting a second dog for a little while now. For a long time, we shuddered even considering it. Blackbeard was enough work. Then, it started to occur to us that a huge part of the work of taking care of Blackbeard was just...paying attention to him. Then we started to talk to people with more than one dog and 100% of them said it was worth it. Why? Because, believe it or not, they pay attention to each other. The clincher was when we set up a camera to see what Blackbeard did when we left him alone. Poor little guy didn't get into any mischief--he is the prince of polite house dogs--but he just howled and howled, like he was calling us back. <div>
<br /></div>
<div>
That was it. We had to look into getting a buddy for him. So we went to the shelter and found Wheatley. He was tiny and shy, but you could tell he liked us right away and had a spark of playfulness to him.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
It's taken a couple weeks for everyone to adjust, but the two dogs have really started playing together now. Wheatley, who is still a puppy at 9 months, is always the instigator.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx73N8th9DM9PbqSXOCn43P4RfBanJjsAKRNsvJAN9laoddK716bpGCoJqlvqvPq6P-7XDRsrRbWzz6mBaNfg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
</div>
Erin M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01613426081992059167noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322692496727228258.post-86668342114273442022014-03-02T22:18:00.000-07:002014-03-02T22:18:41.964-07:00Dat noseImmediately after I posted my last post, everything started happening. First of all, I started feeling the baby. Let me go on record here and just say <i style="font-weight: bold;">weird. </i>But in a "thank heaven my baby is alive," way. Of course.<br />
<br />
Objectively, it is strange. But subjectively, it is beautiful. I love feeling the little flutters and bumps. And I will certainly not forget the smile of T's face when he felt the baby for the first time. I think it was the point at which the pregnancy really hit home for him.<br />
<br />
So that happened. (And it's happening right now.) And then this happened.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGy2Od9lYtHHRmLYIhyZ_dpyBun3gfWXizo_xE6d5floa-r7XYgcHTWhRltTVfgPCTgjmzSCq0hdj59QiPU6-xCdcXZ4qW8sU1HTECYtBCwoKjFj3Qiir8uD_rF6-nT95B5BoFME3e6t9f/s1600/1907572_10152217036130129_1834164679_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGy2Od9lYtHHRmLYIhyZ_dpyBun3gfWXizo_xE6d5floa-r7XYgcHTWhRltTVfgPCTgjmzSCq0hdj59QiPU6-xCdcXZ4qW8sU1HTECYtBCwoKjFj3Qiir8uD_rF6-nT95B5BoFME3e6t9f/s1600/1907572_10152217036130129_1834164679_n.jpg" height="308" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
This is our son. And he already looks like T. I know ultrasound pictures are ghostly and abstract, but I confess I am completely bewitched by this tiny, adorable profile. This is at 18 weeks 2 days.<br />
<br />
What else happened... Went to Disneyland. Went on several "forbidden" rides with no dire consequences whatsoever. Baby enjoyed the new cars land ride, the Hollywood Tower of Terror and Grizzly River Rapids without so much as a squeak, so you can suck it, Disneyland!*<br />
<br />
Stats:<br />
<br />
Gestation: 19 weeks (Whaaa...?)<br />
Gender: Confirmed male.<br />
Baby size: My pregnancy app says he is the size of an heirloom tomato and weighs about 9 oz.<br />
Weight gain: 8-9 lbs.<br />
Aversions: Nothing<br />
Cravings: Shrug. Unhealthy stuff, mostly.<br />
Maternity clothes: Tomorrow. I am SOOOOO uncomfortable in pants. Just... ouch.<br />
Symptoms: Occasional heartburn. Nighttime restlessness. Round ligament pain (I had to consult Dr. Google to make sure the brief, stabbing pains in my side were completely normal. They are. Ligaments gotta stretch. Unfortunately, the first time I felt this pain was right after going on a "forbidden ride." I spent the next several hours fretting I had done my child irreparable harm. I didn't.) There are other symptoms I will refrain from reporting here, as this is a "family friendly" blog, but I will just say that I often think of that line from Jaws where Brody says, "We're going to need a bigger boat."**<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
*I wisely abstained from such bumpy rides as Indiana Jones, Space Mountain, etc. I'm not completely irresponsible.<br />
**I substitute the word "boat" with "bra."Erin M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01613426081992059167noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322692496727228258.post-8969433150449644242014-02-11T16:20:00.000-07:002014-06-03T17:32:19.116-06:00Hello, is anyone in there?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiJPbilneIH23wV9vKC_LA4I-UahHy5yrfze6PT9g_HSuXfEN0Hy237-HUjJ2SNFg0oWp0IaVIQExYxpdb6uOWxlFSlw9VNJC0KuEZL7rhqKQicDDdvNgOfw_dduuo0VtBrolZ5lxCB7bt/s1600/45897878.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiJPbilneIH23wV9vKC_LA4I-UahHy5yrfze6PT9g_HSuXfEN0Hy237-HUjJ2SNFg0oWp0IaVIQExYxpdb6uOWxlFSlw9VNJC0KuEZL7rhqKQicDDdvNgOfw_dduuo0VtBrolZ5lxCB7bt/s1600/45897878.jpg" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
Yes, I'm still waiting to actually look pregnant. I am told this will not be a problem in the very near future. Indeed, I may be begging to get back to this relatively symptomless, small-bellied second trimester. In the meantime, I am almost halfway done baking this little boy and what've I got to show for it? Not a whole lot.<br />
<br />
Stats:<br />
<br />
Gestation: 16 weeks<br />
Weight gain: 3-4 lbs.<br />
Aversions: Nothing, really. Anything with unpredictable texture.<br />
Cravings: Macaroni and cheese. Sugary things.<br />
Maternity clothes: Soon... I may not be showing, per se, but i'm definitely thicker. When I try to point this out to people they just laugh at me. *frowny face*<br />
Symptoms: Intermittent, gnawing hunger. Fatigue. (Can go on a walk and feel fine, but usually have to take a nap afterward.)<br />
<br />
<br />
This is the boring/nice part of pregnancy. I'll update this again when I have something interesting to report.Erin M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01613426081992059167noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322692496727228258.post-75896049424761492802014-01-23T20:21:00.001-07:002014-01-23T20:29:12.516-07:00"Turn and face the strange. Ch-ch-changes!"Yes, I'm pregnant. It is still strange to say it out loud. Pregnancy so far has been an intensely private, personal thing. Even between me and my husband. He probably doesn't understand that I think about it almost all day. Every day. How could I not? Every time my stretching abdominal muscles protest, or my sciatic nerve twinges, or I heave at the sight of a perfectly fine piece of pizza... it's just another reminder. I'm not complaining about these things. They are uncomfortable at times... but context is everything.<br />
<br />
All of this is for Life.<br />
<br />
Last week I went in for what is called a Nuchal Translucency Screening, which is an ultrasound done between 10-13 weeks to look for signs of heart defects or genetic disorder, and I saw my baby for the second time. Once, at 8 weeks, I saw a gray smudge with a strong heartbeat. This last time, at 12 weeks, I saw something that looked distinctly more human.<br />
<br />
And... male! The sonographer surprised me by asking if I wanted to know the gender. I hesitated because I was alone and I thought maybe T should be there... "Can you tell this early?" I asked, incredulous. "Sometimes," she said. "Yes," I said. "Yes, I want to know." I felt we were having a girl. I was so <i>sure</i> we were having a girl.<br />
<br />
But there was our boy. You can't see, but I'm smiling as I type this.<br />
<br />
I felt melancholy a little while later as I thought about the girl I was sure was there. I felt the idea of her slip away, and it was oddly sad. But as I thought about the boy, as I let the consciousness of a HIM sink in, I began to want him as much as I had wanted her.<br />
<br />
Now for the vital stats:<br />
<br />
Gestation: 13 weeks<br />
Gender: Male (80% certainty)<br />
Weight gain: maybe 1 lb. (I'm actually trying not to weigh myself too much, so I'll only update this when I am weighed at the doctor's office.)<br />
Maternity clothes: No, but I can wear all of my pants without a belt now.<br />
Food aversions: Chicken. Meat in general. (It's a texture thing.) Peanut butter crackers. Sometimes cheese.<br />
"Cravings": Peaches, yogurt. Pasta, ramen noodles. Sushi (always)<br />
Milestones: Beginning of 2nd trimester. Chance of miscarriage drops dramatically.<br />
Symptoms: Lots of gagging. Lots and lots of gagging. Occasional, mild back pain. And intense hunger. It sneaks up on me and then I feel gross. I have to catch it at the right time or it is hard to eat.<br />
<br />
<br />Erin M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01613426081992059167noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322692496727228258.post-88449946719580352452014-01-01T00:47:00.002-07:002014-01-23T20:29:27.147-07:00Resolution 2.014Gain at least 28 pounds. And then lose most of it by mid-summer.<br />
<br />
<br />Erin M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01613426081992059167noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322692496727228258.post-68016969484588505222013-09-29T20:56:00.002-06:002013-09-29T21:01:39.369-06:00OthersOne week ago a tall, slender, middle-aged woman in a nice dress approached my desk at the library. Her hair was a dull, doll's hair brunette. She wore heavy makeup on a long, strong-jawed face. She spoke to me in a quiet falsetto. Can you show me where the self-help books are? There was vulnerability all over her.<br />
<br />
I knew immediately. I knew that she... had once been a <i>he</i>. As we walked in silence, past Fiction, past Graphic Novels, past A to B, to BF, to <i>Chicken Soup for the Soul,</i> to Joel Osteen, to <i>Seven Habits of Highly Effective People</i>, it didn't matter. It--the undefinable It--was not the only thing that made her <i>her</i>.<br />
<br />
Sometimes my prejudices are surprised out of me. I am not comfortable with them. I don't even like admitting that I have them.<br />
<br />
But I do. And I like it when I meet Others, and my prejudices--unacknowledged or otherwise--are blown out, gently, like a candle.<br />
<br />
And I am filled with understanding.<br />
<br />
<br />Erin M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01613426081992059167noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322692496727228258.post-60424432787672896792013-07-14T22:04:00.000-06:002013-07-14T22:49:20.102-06:00Dog Days<br />
<div>
<div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB6UHVo_gVdbzcX_LWsUlGpcpgt1jHpo7ne9AysdD1xZmfEpz6ksXUZt7jXmCaxn92uI-aHbz1hxu1LPyN2rtnW4d_S-dh_0Pu05MLL8CWrR-8p7wgvaq1N8cBr9PILCtdm_3SZBOdHpHy/s1600/photo+(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB6UHVo_gVdbzcX_LWsUlGpcpgt1jHpo7ne9AysdD1xZmfEpz6ksXUZt7jXmCaxn92uI-aHbz1hxu1LPyN2rtnW4d_S-dh_0Pu05MLL8CWrR-8p7wgvaq1N8cBr9PILCtdm_3SZBOdHpHy/s320/photo+(1).jpg" width="320" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
I have struggled for the last month how to feel about this small, furry interloper. I love his quiet companionship. I hate his piercing bark. I love his playful energy. I hate his need to lead on a leash. There are moments of joy, of absolute connection with him: He is an amazingly affectionate dog. There are moments where I am so angry and embarrassed that I shake and cry and beg to be freed from the responsibility. After one of these moments, I tearfully asked my husband to find another home for him because I couldn't stand to feel this kind of anger. </div>
</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
The inevitable parallels between dog-ownership and parenthood have been drawn by just about everyone I've talked to. I have never been more afraid of parenthood than I am now. I am afraid of my own emotional fragility, my difficulty controlling my temper, and my debilitating fear of embarrassment and judgment from others. I can calmly steer my dog away from a situation that is making him frenzied, but I am dying a little bit inside every time. What about when my child is throwing a tantrum at the grocery store checkout? This is inevitable. How can I deal with this if I can't cope with a 23 lb. dog? What about when my child hits or bites another child? What about when my child is rude to another child, or another grown up? How can I guide this child if I feel so much anger and embarrassment?</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
The answer, obviously, is that you can neither guide a child nor a dog with anger and embarrassment. </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
My hero, Cesar Millan, talks about fulfilling a dog on his own terms. Respecting that he is first and foremost an <b>animal</b>--not a little human--and to treat him like one. This is not an insult to him. I heard this, but I did not truly understand it until recently. Humans and dogs have been companions for so long, I think we sometimes forget that they <i>are</i> separate species, and they are hard-wired very differently. Those of us who choose to accept responsibility for these animals cannot expect them to navigate their way flawlessly through our human world. We need to help them make different choices when the choices they make don't work. There is not room for anger here.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
It isn't about punishment; it's about redirection. And it's totally about love. It's about love for this animal that, for whatever reason, has thrown its evolutionary lot in with Man. We can't betray that trust by punishing a dog for being himself.</div>
<div>
<br />
<br /></div>
<div>
This whole week I have been focusing on what I love about him, and I have felt my patience with him grow two-hundred fold:<br />
<br />
I love that when he is alert one ear sticks straight up and the other kind of flops. I love the way the silver in his fur makes him look shiny. I love his softness, his warmth. Schnauzer eyes can look a little intimidating from far away. I love how bright and earnest they are up close. I love that he is big and robust for his type, and that we can take him on long walks and hikes. I love that said walks and hikes wear him totally out. :) I love it when he puts his nose to the ground and "hoovers" all around the carpet. I love the way he gently licks my hand when he wants affection (i.e. all the time.)<br />
<br />
I love that his whole body wags with pure, effervescent joy whenever I come home. There is nothing quite like the love of a dog.</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
<br /></div>
Erin M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01613426081992059167noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322692496727228258.post-33504735886002653982013-05-07T21:25:00.002-06:002013-05-07T21:26:25.053-06:00A Video is Worth a Thousand Pictures......sort of.<br />
<br />
Here's what I've been doing for the last half hour.<br />
<br />
<br />
<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PvpCVA6EHGI" width="420"></iframe>Erin M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01613426081992059167noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322692496727228258.post-2956497992696085022013-04-24T17:12:00.001-06:002013-05-07T20:37:08.238-06:00Can you still be my friend......even if you don't know me very well?<br />
...or have known me too long?<br />
...even if I'm too old?<br />
...or (more likely) too young?<br />
<br />
...even if I don't like the same things you do?<br />
...watch the same things you do?<br />
...read the same things you do?<br />
...listen to the same music you do?<br />
...eat the same things you do?<br />
...dress the same way you do?<br />
...look the way you do?<br />
<br />
...even if I don't believe the same things as you?<br />
<br />
...even though I believe in God?<br />
...and evolution?<br />
...knowing that I swear sometimes?<br />
...or laugh sometimes at inappropriate things?<br />
<br />
...even if our opinions differ?<br />
<br />
...even though I didn't vote for the same person you did?<br />
...even though I'm pro-choice?<br />
...and pro-life? (It isn't a dichotomy.)<br />
...even though I support gay marriage?<br />
...and believe in the sanctity of marriage (They're not mutually exclusive.)<br />
...even though I don't believe everyone should have a gun?<br />
...but will have guns in my house nonetheless?<br />
<br />
...even if it offends you that I hold so many opinions that society and convention say cannot exist in the same person?<br />
<br />
...even if I don't have children?<br />
...even if you do not like my friends?<br />
...my spouse?<br />
<br />
...even if I broke your heart?<br />
...even if you broke mine?<br />
<br />
Can you still be my friend even though we are separated by time and space?<br />
<br />
I guess what I'm asking is, can you be my friend even though we are different?<br />
<br />
I'll give it a go if you will.<br />
<br />
<br />Erin M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01613426081992059167noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322692496727228258.post-45125997940225093332013-03-20T23:22:00.004-06:002013-03-20T23:24:42.323-06:00Vehicular Anger ManagementGuys, Las Vegas is not a fun place to drive. Neither is Utah. But add to the obliviousness and stupidity of Utah drivers the bad and uncertain driving of countless tourists (I'm lookin' at YOU, California) as well as a general tendency to imbibe, and you have a cesspool of bad driving.<br />
<br />
I spend roughly two minutes of my commute on the freeway, and by the end of that two minutes I'm glad I don't have a gun in the car. After that, I spend fifteen minutes trying not to kill or be killed on Flamingo Road. So much weaving in and out. So much tail-gaiting.<br />
<br />
Surprisingly few accidents...<br />
<br />
But to the point! SO MUCH BAD DRIVING.<br />
<br />
I didn't notice it at first. I was too busy trying to get from point A to B. In fact, now that I think about it, I was once probably one of those oblivious out-of-towners making everyone else nervous with my erratic driving.<br />
<br />
Now it may surprise some of you that I have anger issues. Oh yes. I get pissed when people do things in cars that put me in danger. My commute is neither long nor arduous--a mere 20 minutes both ways--but I realized that 40 minutes of anger everyday was kind of ruining my day. I realized I can't control what other drivers do, but I COULD change the mood in my own car. So here's what I do. And because I love numbered lists...<br />
<br />
1. Music.<br />
DUH. Music is a huge mood changer. It can make the most monotonous drive epic. Or wondrously melancholy. Or surprisingly fun. Also, I sing in the car--and I don't mean to brag or anything but I'm pretty great. <*sarcasm*><br />
<br />
2. "Car Talk."<br />
Not all NPR. Specifically "Car Talk." It's on every Saturday on my drive to work. You would think a radio show about cars would bring my attention back to my drive, but on the contrary. It is very agreeably distracting. I can't help but start my day in a good mood.<br />
<br />
3. Leaving with plenty of time.<br />
This is a huge one. My road rage is exactly proportional to my lateness. The person going 55mph on the freeway goes from Kind of Clueless to The Worst Human Being in the Universe. When I've got time and to spare, who cares if I just missed the twelfth light in a row? (Well, I still care. But I feel less inclined to yell at inanimate objects.)<br />
<br />
What do you do to stave of Road Rage? I need all the help I can get.Erin M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01613426081992059167noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3322692496727228258.post-34069817199944751232013-03-08T13:12:00.001-07:002013-03-08T13:29:08.439-07:00Workout Diary: Day 374 For those of you just joining me on this roller-coaster, let me direct you to my <a href="http://partridgetree-pear.blogspot.com/2012/02/workout-diary-day-one.html" target="_blank">first workout diary</a> from last year.<br />
<br />
Today, I'm doing yoga at home, in my pajamas. I warm up for a few minutes, stretching over one leg and then the other, rolling my neck around, waking up my back with cat-cow stretches. Then I go right into my vinyasa flow. It's amazing how much I can get my heart rate going with just a few push-ups, downward-facing dogs and jumping forward. I move fast. I don't linger too long in any position. I want to work my heart.<br />
<br />
I'm not going to bore you with anymore details about my workout today. What I want to record for myself here is that <b>I am strong</b>. I can work <u>myself</u> out. I do can do it at a gym, or at home; I am not dependent on anyone else; I am not tied down to a specific type of exercise. <b>I am flexible.</b> I can touch my toes again. When I'm warm, I can palm the ground. I am not immobilized by sore muscles after every workout anymore. <b>I am healthy, </b>even though I weigh the same as I did a year ago. If you've read the first post, you know how much of an issue my weight has been for me. But I will tell you--and me--this: I AM HEALTHY. I am exercising, I am eating and I am sleeping well. It occurs to me that maybe this is just my healthy weight for now. The best news is that I haven't lost anymore weight. The status has remained quo.<br />
<br />
My new goals now are to beef up my deltoids and chest muscles. I have "wide, childbearing hips," as T jokingly likes to remind me :), and narrow shoulders. I would love to balance out the aesthetic a little bit. Also, I want to be able to do the splits by the end of the year. This will be difficult since I've never really been able to do the splits with any consistency, even back when I was dancing. It's more just to say that I can rather than serving any real purpose. (This, coming from the girl who, when she was seven, spent a solid week teaching herself how to do a loud whistle with fingers in her mouth. This also coming from the girl who spent another week of life committing to memory the solving of a Rubik's cube. What can I say? I am a living, breathing parlor trick.)<br />
<br />
Thanks, everyone, for the encouragement. It's been a really good year.Erin M.http://www.blogger.com/profile/01613426081992059167noreply@blogger.com4