<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077842226170834680</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:22:26.979-06:00</updated><category term='E'/><category term='pregnancy'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>My Little Potato</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlepotato.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077842226170834680/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlepotato.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08549519197228239021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077842226170834680.post-8532146124274773472</id><published>2009-12-10T13:19:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T13:34:36.595-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tabletop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Yesterday you were showing me some new moves. Both involved tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first, I will call the "Stretch until my fingers can no longer barely touch the table, then walk my feet forward" move. This is how it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that fun play table we got to bring home from your cousin's house? The one with the cool ball popper on top? Well, you're totally over it. Well, at least over using it for its&lt;em&gt; intended &lt;/em&gt;purpose. Because, really, that's so yesterday. Instead, you choose to push it all across our floor. Which is a problem for two reasons.&lt;br /&gt;1: our carpet is not smooth, so there's a lot of friction and the table ends up kind of walking across the floor.&lt;br /&gt;2: our &lt;em&gt;other&lt;/em&gt; floor is hardwood and SUPER smooth, so there's NO friction and the table just slips across the floor. [Just imagine what happens when you transition from the carpet to the hardwood...ice skating anyone?!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the lack of perfect flooring, you persevere. You pull yourself up to standing by holding onto the table, give the ball popper a push or two for good measure, then start pushing it. Your feet stay firmly planted on those sturdy legs of yours, and you &lt;strong&gt;push &lt;/strong&gt;that table. As far as you can. Until your fingers are j u s t b a r e l y t o u c h i n g and mama is convinced that this time! for sure! you're gonna fall. AND THEN! you calmly (and impressively, because really, where is your center of gravity??) walk your feet forward to the table. And then repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second is really much simpler. To describe. I'm in no way trying to diminish your skills. This one, I'll call "I really do wish my name was Mabel".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how it goes: You start by standing up on the couch, pounding on all the surfaces to make sure they are, in fact, still soft and cushiony. You then reach over the side of the couch and place your hands on the coolest-most-fun-ever-because-that's-where-mama-tries-to-hide-her-i phone-and-TV remote-and-computer side table. You then, rather brusquely, I might add, sweep all of the aforementioned paraphernalia onto the floor. Next, you start wiggling your tummy onto the side arm of the couch while your little feet push against any surfaces they can can find so that - finally! - you propel yourself over the side of the couch and onto the top of the side table. At which point you look at me and smile. "Yay! I did it. Now can you please hand me the i phone, remote, and computer, please?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077842226170834680-8532146124274773472?l=mylittlepotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlepotato.blogspot.com/feeds/8532146124274773472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077842226170834680&amp;postID=8532146124274773472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077842226170834680/posts/default/8532146124274773472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077842226170834680/posts/default/8532146124274773472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlepotato.blogspot.com/2009/12/tabletop.html' title='Tabletop'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08549519197228239021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077842226170834680.post-7357791389648555591</id><published>2009-09-21T19:47:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T21:12:38.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertime Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I can hardly believe summer’s almost over. It’s been a busy and fast summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SrgxMw5L4TI/AAAAAAAAAWI/wPhs5ZiZSUE/s1600-h/8-25-092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384107449874374962" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SrgxMw5L4TI/AAAAAAAAAWI/wPhs5ZiZSUE/s320/8-25-092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;We’ve done lots of traveling since the last update…&lt;br /&gt;*Two trips to North Carolina to visit Ama and Papa and the aunties and uncles – and even GG!:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/Srgrl1eEuPI/AAAAAAAAAVI/EcckP4I-xQ0/s1600-h/IMG_2380.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384101283529799922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/Srgrl1eEuPI/AAAAAAAAAVI/EcckP4I-xQ0/s320/IMG_2380.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/Srgrmbiyt0I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/ZnjSlvs0hk8/s1600-h/IMG_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384101293750138690" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/Srgrmbiyt0I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/ZnjSlvs0hk8/s320/IMG_0041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SrgsFbC_W7I/AAAAAAAAAVg/YYj1qKOUYBs/s1600-h/IMG_2739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384101826192694194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SrgsFbC_W7I/AAAAAAAAAVg/YYj1qKOUYBs/s320/IMG_2739.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SrgsE1knJbI/AAAAAAAAAVY/uBE3LHTz-C4/s1600-h/IMG_2738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384101816133166514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SrgsE1knJbI/AAAAAAAAAVY/uBE3LHTz-C4/s320/IMG_2738.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SrgsF-aBr2I/AAAAAAAAAVo/W-UuLBcN3Lc/s1600-h/IMG_2742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384101835684556642" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SrgsF-aBr2I/AAAAAAAAAVo/W-UuLBcN3Lc/s320/IMG_2742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SrgsGW-huQI/AAAAAAAAAVw/XWn6HWtoReY/s1600-h/IMG_2746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384101842280102146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SrgsGW-huQI/AAAAAAAAAVw/XWn6HWtoReY/s320/IMG_2746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;*A quick couple days “up north” to Gull Lake:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SrgrBESjyoI/AAAAAAAAAUo/KcobHCNDdPE/s1600-h/IMG_2398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384100651852876418" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SrgrBESjyoI/AAAAAAAAAUo/KcobHCNDdPE/s320/IMG_2398.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;*A lovely (and hot) week in France for Maureen’s wedding:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SrgrkeJ--II/AAAAAAAAAUw/g4WC6ynlBJc/s1600-h/IMG_2680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384101260091652226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SrgrkeJ--II/AAAAAAAAAUw/g4WC6ynlBJc/s320/IMG_2680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SrgrkxRjw9I/AAAAAAAAAU4/DQQ60owfdVE/s1600-h/IMG_2676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384101265223697362" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SrgrkxRjw9I/AAAAAAAAAU4/DQQ60owfdVE/s320/IMG_2676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SrgrlQCxuoI/AAAAAAAAAVA/3RHTosgwlE8/s1600-h/IMG_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384101273483197058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SrgrlQCxuoI/AAAAAAAAAVA/3RHTosgwlE8/s320/IMG_0036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;*A relaxing weekend in Eau Claire:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/Srgq__TSJYI/AAAAAAAAAUY/TO8A9HuzSAY/s1600-h/IMG_2809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384100633333867906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/Srgq__TSJYI/AAAAAAAAAUY/TO8A9HuzSAY/s320/IMG_2809.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SrgrAeNlyJI/AAAAAAAAAUg/0IVBsdMrSIA/s1600-h/IMG_2796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384100641631488146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SrgrAeNlyJI/AAAAAAAAAUg/0IVBsdMrSIA/s320/IMG_2796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve also had some fun at home too:&lt;br /&gt;*A new nanny while Mama goes to work ALLDAYEVERYDAY who likes to take funny pictures of the little man:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384107424300090498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SrgxLRnzRII/AAAAAAAAAV4/ckEyjFT7n-M/s320/berries.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SrgxMFQc4oI/AAAAAAAAAWA/XT0RJg27vQI/s1600-h/hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384107438160798338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SrgxMFQc4oI/AAAAAAAAAWA/XT0RJg27vQI/s320/hat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;*A trip to the ER for what turned out to be a minor infection (much to his Daddy’s relief!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/Srgq_LyV5NI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Siw5yR4NesU/s1600-h/IMG_0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384100619505493202" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/Srgq_LyV5NI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Siw5yR4NesU/s320/IMG_0085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;*New baby tricks: LOTS of sounds and “words”, sitting up like a champ, scooching and twisting to get his favorite toys, standing as he holds onto the table, and giving High Five. My baby’s getting big!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/Srgq-srpekI/AAAAAAAAAUI/bpM4N_tj6Cs/s1600-h/IMG_2417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384100611155917378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/Srgq-srpekI/AAAAAAAAAUI/bpM4N_tj6Cs/s320/IMG_2417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;And the fun won’t stop, either. Our kitchen is being completely renovated, Connor is signed up for water babies swim classes, and Ama will be visiting in October. So stay tuned…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077842226170834680-7357791389648555591?l=mylittlepotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlepotato.blogspot.com/feeds/7357791389648555591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077842226170834680&amp;postID=7357791389648555591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077842226170834680/posts/default/7357791389648555591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077842226170834680/posts/default/7357791389648555591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlepotato.blogspot.com/2009/09/summertime-fun.html' title='Summertime Fun!'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08549519197228239021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SrgxMw5L4TI/AAAAAAAAAWI/wPhs5ZiZSUE/s72-c/8-25-092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077842226170834680.post-4589055614026393888</id><published>2009-07-09T16:58:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T19:07:19.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertime</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;My little baby has gotten big. No joke - Connor had his 4 month check-up today and weighed in at the 95th percentile: 2 ounces shy of 18 pounds! (This from the child who was 6 pounds, 3 ounces the day we got home from the hospital…) Luckily, he's starting to stretch, too - he's now 26 inches long. As the doctor said, Connor is one tall JUG of water!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;We've had lots of fun with Connor these past couple months. He's become so alert and aware. He still LOVES his mama, but also likes spending time with his daddy, his Auntie Nanny Jena, all his cousins and aunts &amp;amp; uncles, and his grandparents. Since it's been quite a while since the last update, here's the latest in the life of Connor: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Sleeping: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;*Connor loves to cuddle with his monkey lovey as he nods off. And by cuddle, I mean rub it on his face and cover his eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SlZ-xgque_I/AAAAAAAAANw/LOI_FcYiNIQ/s1600-h/IMG_2324.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356608195851615218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SlZ-xgque_I/AAAAAAAAANw/LOI_FcYiNIQ/s320/IMG_2324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;*Recent trips to the lake house have proven that Grandpa Cici has the magic touch when nothing else works. It involves about 30 minutes of walking laps through the house while Connor "sings" himself to sleep. Unfortunately, Connor's musical ability seems to be leaning towards Patrick's side, as the humming sounds is more like a monotone groan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;*Connor still does amazingly well in the car. When he's not sleeping in his car seat, he's playing with his toys or watching the world through his shaded window. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SlZ-eFEM4jI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Js16zjq-lKw/s1600-h/IMG_2212.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356607862024757810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SlZ-eFEM4jI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Js16zjq-lKw/s320/IMG_2212.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;*Last night Connor slept for 7 hours. In a row. Woo hoo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eating:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;*A child doesn't nearly triple his weight in 4 months by not eating well. 'Nuff said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SlaBuDS2_MI/AAAAAAAAAOI/iDe0aSM1i4k/s1600-h/IMG_2240.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356611434962156738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SlaBuDS2_MI/AAAAAAAAAOI/iDe0aSM1i4k/s320/IMG_2240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;*Next up: solid foods. The doctor okayed Connor to start having cereal, fruit, and veggies. Stay tuned for those updates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Traveling:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;*Next month Connor will be making his first international trip – he’ll be accompanying his mama and daddy to France! His passport arrived a couple days ago and the picture is totally ridiculous. He could easily pass for a 70-year old pudgy man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;*We’ll have one more trial airplane trip before France – Mama and Connor will be going to North Carolina in a couple weeks to see his Grammy &amp;amp; Grampa and finally meet the rest of his aunts and uncles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;*Luckily for us, Connor is (so far) a great traveler. Here are some of the places we’ve been these last few months: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;~Chicago, IL: We celebrated KK’s 21st birthday in the Windy City with Grammy, David, Karyn, and Nate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SlZ9TSu_UJI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ktGSaAkyZ1Q/s1600-h/IMG_1904.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356606577203695762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SlZ9TSu_UJI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ktGSaAkyZ1Q/s320/IMG_1904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SlZ9TLFbMYI/AAAAAAAAAMg/mWa28-O0yyo/s1600-h/IMG_1930.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356606575150313858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SlZ9TLFbMYI/AAAAAAAAAMg/mWa28-O0yyo/s320/IMG_1930.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;~Stoughton, WI: Karyn, Nate, and KK babysat while Mama and Daddy went to Jon’s wedding near Milwaukee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SlZ9UZSiNpI/AAAAAAAAAM4/xEaR_NuqvgM/s1600-h/IMG_2155.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356606596143265426" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SlZ9UZSiNpI/AAAAAAAAAM4/xEaR_NuqvgM/s320/IMG_2155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;~Elysian, MN: our favorite summer weekend get-away. Plus, we get to spend time with the cousins and the grandparents! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SlaBtUw01lI/AAAAAAAAAN4/2eDDOR4YohA/s1600-h/IMG_2262.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356611422471378514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SlaBtUw01lI/AAAAAAAAAN4/2eDDOR4YohA/s320/IMG_2262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SlZ-e59dowI/AAAAAAAAANg/9fYc0rDgzo8/s1600-h/IMG_2292.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356607876223574786" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SlZ-e59dowI/AAAAAAAAANg/9fYc0rDgzo8/s320/IMG_2292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Playing:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;*Connor is a water baby – baths, pools, lakes...he loves it all. Boat rides are a different story entirely. The life jacket he has to wear doesn’t quite suit him, so Mama and Daddy have to either time it so that he’s napping or sneak away while Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa play with him for a bit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SlaBt54_5EI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Nb3LSHMl7bo/s1600-h/IMG_2209.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SlkoEZgCCiI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/LHgs9Re-6j8/s1600-h/IMG_2209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357357287763741218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SlkoEZgCCiI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/LHgs9Re-6j8/s320/IMG_2209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SlZ-djQaNWI/AAAAAAAAANI/DASi4h467xA/s1600-h/IMG_2251.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356607852949157218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SlZ-djQaNWI/AAAAAAAAANI/DASi4h467xA/s320/IMG_2251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SlZ-fBNNlNI/AAAAAAAAANo/FhXTp-5aGEk/s1600-h/IMG_2318.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356607878168679634" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SlZ-fBNNlNI/AAAAAAAAANo/FhXTp-5aGEk/s320/IMG_2318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SlZ9UoDriMI/AAAAAAAAANA/SORDNN_Bayo/s1600-h/IMG_2225.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356606600107493570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SlZ9UoDriMI/AAAAAAAAANA/SORDNN_Bayo/s320/IMG_2225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;*Exersaucer / Bouncer/ Stationery Entertainer…Why don’t they have a cute, easy name? Regardless...Yay! Connor gets to stretch his legs, spin in circles, and play with a whole bunch of toys. What could be more fun?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SlZ-eT-MhDI/AAAAAAAAANY/42T-W0ylst4/s1600-h/IMG_2254.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356607866026099762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SlZ-eT-MhDI/AAAAAAAAANY/42T-W0ylst4/s320/IMG_2254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;*He may or may not be teething, but Connor certainly loves to chew on everything. Rattles, blankets, toys, his hands, Mama’s hair…everything! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Connor continues to keep our home filled with joy. Each day brings new discoveries, new smiles, and new giggles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;ps - Happy Birthday Patrick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077842226170834680-4589055614026393888?l=mylittlepotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlepotato.blogspot.com/feeds/4589055614026393888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077842226170834680&amp;postID=4589055614026393888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077842226170834680/posts/default/4589055614026393888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077842226170834680/posts/default/4589055614026393888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlepotato.blogspot.com/2009/07/summertime.html' title='Summertime'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08549519197228239021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SlZ-xgque_I/AAAAAAAAANw/LOI_FcYiNIQ/s72-c/IMG_2324.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077842226170834680.post-7827881538061441075</id><published>2009-05-14T09:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T09:50:07.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Last night Connor slept from 9:30 pm – 2:45 am. That’s 5 hours, people. For the third night in a row. Dare I say we’ve turned a corner??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then went back to sleep until 6 am; and when I went into his room he looked up at me with his bright blue eyes and a perma-grin on his chubby face. So I had no choice but to bring him back into my bed. He spent the next hour looking around and talking. This is what he had to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;"Oooh…I’m so happy I get to come into your room! Your bed is soft. And warm. Hey look – my hands! I have two of them. And I can fold them together. Isn’t that great?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey wait – you have an awesome window in here! It’s so…geometric. And brown. And there’s a tiny bit of light coming in through the bottom! I LOVE this window!! Maybe if I kick my legs extra hard and swing my arms extra fast I’ll be able to get closer to the window…hmm…or not. Hey did I mention I have two super cool hands?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAIT A MINUTE. You have ANOTHER window in here?! How did I not notice this before? (Stares at window for one full minute without moving.) I’m not so sure I like this window as much. It’s bigger, sure, but farther away. There’s absolutely NO way I’ll be able to get closer to it by kicking and swinging my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I have my two hands close by. I wonder how they taste. Hm. Not great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh look! I found the AWESOME window again. How is it still not closer? I’ve been working so hard to get closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Mama – I’m hungry now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so…so…sleepy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nap time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SgwrT1oyC5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jhSB1E4dAHg/s1600-h/IMG_2008.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335687278342835090" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SgwrT1oyC5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jhSB1E4dAHg/s320/IMG_2008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;All 13 pounds of chubby cuteness that is Connor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SgwrUBqo31I/AAAAAAAAAMY/eLcxV8CrIcg/s1600-h/IMG_2010.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335687281571848018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SgwrUBqo31I/AAAAAAAAAMY/eLcxV8CrIcg/s320/IMG_2010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Obviously, the AWESOME window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-42d672e1d5369495" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SgwrT1oyC5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jhSB1E4dAHg/s72-c/IMG_2008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077842226170834680.post-4896152124868908421</id><published>2009-04-11T08:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T08:09:02.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4f4459314e6a417a4f413d3d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox greeting: Chick In Egg" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4f4459314e6a417a4f413d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077842226170834680&amp;postID=4896152124868908421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077842226170834680/posts/default/4896152124868908421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077842226170834680/posts/default/4896152124868908421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlepotato.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08549519197228239021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077842226170834680.post-8887122065203322398</id><published>2009-03-28T08:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:26:55.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Month Old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;How is it possible that a whole month has already gone by? My little potato has grown and changed so much in just 4 fast weeks. He's gone from being the most mellow and cry-free baby that charmed all the hospital nurses to a grunting gas machine who really seems to despise his changing table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/Sc_XYnnfJBI/AAAAAAAAALQ/TQ4kKatqACI/s1600-h/IMG_1760.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318706502899278866" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/Sc_XYnnfJBI/AAAAAAAAALQ/TQ4kKatqACI/s320/IMG_1760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's also definitely put on some weight, as is evident by the extra-chubby cheeks &amp;amp; multiple chins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/Sc_XYaBC3KI/AAAAAAAAALI/pl6YM2QeiS8/s1600-h/IMG_1754.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SdAPcJdokEI/AAAAAAAAAMI/xOyO8faqO4E/s1600-h/IMG_1749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318768136175521858" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SdAPcJdokEI/AAAAAAAAAMI/xOyO8faqO4E/s320/IMG_1749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Connor loves his bath time - the whole process, from cleaning to drying. He doesn't splash too much yet, but seems content to spend as much time in the tub as we'll allow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/Sc_XYKze_uI/AAAAAAAAALA/B2D3hz6dgrk/s1600-h/IMG_1524.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318706495164972770" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/Sc_XYKze_uI/AAAAAAAAALA/B2D3hz6dgrk/s320/IMG_1524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been warm enough on two occasions for us to take a walk outside with Connor in the Moby - which he loves! We've also ventured out of our neighborhood to visit some stores and some friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/Sc_XXkl5T_I/AAAAAAAAAK4/deM7gZ2sPOA/s1600-h/IMG_1646.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318706484907429874" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/Sc_XXkl5T_I/AAAAAAAAAK4/deM7gZ2sPOA/s320/IMG_1646.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been very happy to have lots of visitors so far. Connor still remains a pretty mellow baby overall and likes being held by anyone who'll have him. (Although he certainly LOVES his Mama...just ask Daddy!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/Sc_XXGPW_NI/AAAAAAAAAKw/_WuKbqT4zNw/s1600-h/IMG_1763.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318706476759842002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/Sc_XXGPW_NI/AAAAAAAAAKw/_WuKbqT4zNw/s320/IMG_1763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to see how much he'll change in the next month, but am certainly in NO rush for those weeks to go by. Before I know it, my little potato will be a tater tot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/Sc_Yo10apYI/AAAAAAAAALY/J8VwEcLKEwc/s1600-h/IMG_1728.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318707881101141378" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/Sc_Yo10apYI/AAAAAAAAALY/J8VwEcLKEwc/s320/IMG_1728.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077842226170834680-8887122065203322398?l=mylittlepotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlepotato.blogspot.com/feeds/8887122065203322398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077842226170834680&amp;postID=8887122065203322398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077842226170834680/posts/default/8887122065203322398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077842226170834680/posts/default/8887122065203322398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlepotato.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-month-old.html' title='One Month Old!'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08549519197228239021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/Sc_XYnnfJBI/AAAAAAAAALQ/TQ4kKatqACI/s72-c/IMG_1760.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077842226170834680.post-7725508734172646735</id><published>2009-03-18T15:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T15:45:36.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Patrick's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4f4449314e7a67334e513d3d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox photobook: Happy St. Patrick's Day!" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4f4449314e7a67334e513d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own photobook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/photobooks" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox photobook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077842226170834680-7725508734172646735?l=mylittlepotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlepotato.blogspot.com/feeds/7725508734172646735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077842226170834680&amp;postID=7725508734172646735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077842226170834680/posts/default/7725508734172646735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077842226170834680/posts/default/7725508734172646735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlepotato.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-st-patricks-day.html' title='Happy St. Patrick&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08549519197228239021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077842226170834680.post-5278751035209463279</id><published>2009-03-11T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T15:27:22.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Thank God for Grandmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both my mom and Patrick's mom have been able to spend time with us at our house over the past week and a half - and we couldn't be more happy to have them! From the baby holding and diaper-changing, to the cleaning and cooking, to the basic reassurances that I'm doing things "right", they've been invaluable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, Connor has been super happy to have expert baby-holders around!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SbgeGYJ2QYI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/dCYqxqpW_nE/s1600-h/IMG_1516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312028855395303810" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SbgeGYJ2QYI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/dCYqxqpW_nE/s320/IMG_1516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SbgeGp2jh7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/h9_QSSKfB0w/s1600-h/IMG_1559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312028860146223026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SbgeGp2jh7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/h9_QSSKfB0w/s320/IMG_1559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SbgeGDGam6I/AAAAAAAAAKI/fNsmIdtra3k/s1600-h/IMG_1495.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077842226170834680-5278751035209463279?l=mylittlepotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlepotato.blogspot.com/feeds/5278751035209463279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077842226170834680&amp;postID=5278751035209463279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077842226170834680/posts/default/5278751035209463279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077842226170834680/posts/default/5278751035209463279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlepotato.blogspot.com/2009/03/grandma-love.html' title='Grandma Love'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08549519197228239021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SbgeGYJ2QYI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/dCYqxqpW_nE/s72-c/IMG_1516.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077842226170834680.post-7666812029440335977</id><published>2009-03-04T09:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T09:27:45.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;After months of anxious waiting, our little boy has arrived. And Patrick and I are totally in love with him.&lt;br /&gt;May I present: Connor Patrick Byron.&lt;br /&gt;Below are a few pictures...need I say much more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/Sa6cjXwFHzI/AAAAAAAAAJo/q1SjsEXM_6g/s1600-h/IMG_1412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309353142201425714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/Sa6cjXwFHzI/AAAAAAAAAJo/q1SjsEXM_6g/s320/IMG_1412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/Sa6cjw5Tt4I/AAAAAAAAAJw/vJk3c7YheRI/s1600-h/IMG_1433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309353148951017346" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/Sa6cjw5Tt4I/AAAAAAAAAJw/vJk3c7YheRI/s320/IMG_1433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/Sa6ckGrsAyI/AAAAAAAAAKA/b1XO4n5ne6A/s1600-h/IMG_1467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309353154799469346" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/Sa6ckGrsAyI/AAAAAAAAAKA/b1XO4n5ne6A/s320/IMG_1467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/Sa6ckCFBulI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/tM6vLLSXD6w/s1600-h/IMG_1444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309353153563572818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/Sa6ckCFBulI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/tM6vLLSXD6w/s320/IMG_1444.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's obviously adorable, but also the sweetest little guy ever. "They call him Mellow Yellow..." All the nurses at the hospital were smitten with him. And his hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, my mom is in town now, supplying me with plenty of sit-and-stare time and nap time. (Along with yummy dinners that appear like magic on the table. Nice.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Patrick's mom will be in next week, so we're all going to be 100% spoiled by the time Connor is just a few weeks old. We are SO blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077842226170834680-7666812029440335977?l=mylittlepotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlepotato.blogspot.com/feeds/7666812029440335977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077842226170834680&amp;postID=7666812029440335977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077842226170834680/posts/default/7666812029440335977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077842226170834680/posts/default/7666812029440335977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlepotato.blogspot.com/2009/03/hes-here.html' title='He&apos;s Here!'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08549519197228239021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/Sa6cjXwFHzI/AAAAAAAAAJo/q1SjsEXM_6g/s72-c/IMG_1412.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077842226170834680.post-5126153034911918264</id><published>2009-02-19T15:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T15:33:38.589-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bump</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Due to popular demand, here's a belly bump update. I would post a typical belly pic, but honestly, that would just be mean...my belly is now officially beyond the point of being cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SZ3Po8usJRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/_q8IYrASuZU/s1600-h/IMG_1372.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304624238515987730" style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SZ3Po8usJRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/_q8IYrASuZU/s320/IMG_1372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;But I still get a kick out of feeling the little kiddo moving around inside there. Today I felt what I think is his arm and tiny hand. I think he's gonna be a tiny little baby! Either that, or I've just forgotten how little these babies really are right away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;9 more days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#99ff99;"&gt;ps - the hat isn't because it's too cold in my house...it's because I no longer have to go into work, and therefore don't shower until at least early evening!!! At least I'm not in my pajamas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077842226170834680-5126153034911918264?l=mylittlepotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlepotato.blogspot.com/feeds/5126153034911918264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077842226170834680&amp;postID=5126153034911918264' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077842226170834680/posts/default/5126153034911918264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077842226170834680/posts/default/5126153034911918264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlepotato.blogspot.com/2009/02/bump.html' title='The Bump'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08549519197228239021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SZ3Po8usJRI/AAAAAAAAAJg/_q8IYrASuZU/s72-c/IMG_1372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077842226170834680.post-7234324315549128460</id><published>2009-02-17T14:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T12:25:15.777-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost there!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;My due date is now just under 2 weeks away...and my scheduled c-section is just 10 days away! Yep - as it turns out, Spud is quite happy with his little head tucked away under my right rib cage, meaning he's in a breech position. Hours of doing downward dog, toe touches, and other rightfully un-named upside down stretches, combined with an external version attempt by our doctor, have yielded no results. This baby is very content to remain where he is. So, we've scheduled a cesarean for Saturday, February 28. Of course, the little tater tot could change his mind - and position - before then, in which case, all our [new] plans will go out the window. But as it stands now, we're planning to have our new baby boy with us by the end of the month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Patrick and I are extremely anxious to finally meet the little guy. I especially can't wait to meet him, as it means his little feet will no longer be kicking my bladder 24 hours a day! On the other hand, it'll be strange to no longer have him with me all day and all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever he does decide to make his entrance into the world, we'll be ready for him. I'm sure there are still things we'll need, but at the moment I can't come up with a single one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I have plenty of time over the next couple weeks to ensure we have everything we need. Today through Friday I work from home before officially starting on maternity leave, effective February 23. I’m pretty sure I won’t go crazy finding things to keep myself occupied…on my list is cleaning and re-cleaning, starting a book (or 2…), and preparing some meals for when we get home. Oh, and sleeping…I’ve heard I might want to do as much of that now as I can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I’ll keep you all updated if anything comes up over the next couple weeks. At the very least, look for an update on or soon after February 28!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077842226170834680-7234324315549128460?l=mylittlepotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlepotato.blogspot.com/feeds/7234324315549128460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077842226170834680&amp;postID=7234324315549128460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077842226170834680/posts/default/7234324315549128460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077842226170834680/posts/default/7234324315549128460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlepotato.blogspot.com/2009/02/almost-there.html' title='Almost there!'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08549519197228239021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077842226170834680.post-6842111546986271221</id><published>2009-01-31T17:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T09:55:54.279-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been a While...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I know! It's been a month since my last update. And guess what? Not too much has changed except for the fact that both Spud and I have grown. Substantially! However, that's not to say that nothing's been going on...the month started off with a beautiful winter wedding for our friends Becky and Chad. I was just one of many pregnant women at the wedding - there were LOTS of kiddie cocktails being passed around that reception!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SYTs8yKTUzI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/wQ7aMz6Vvnk/s1600-h/IMG_1355.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297619590695834418" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SYTs8yKTUzI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/wQ7aMz6Vvnk/s320/IMG_1355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt; The next weekend, Patrick and I joined about 9 other couples for a birth prep class at the hospital. We opted to take the one-day class rather than the 5-week series. And thank god we did, because while the information was definitely useful, I can't imagine how they fill up 5 weeks worth of classes! For me, the class accomplished exactly what I was hoping for: 1: Ensure Patrick knows where the hospital is located; and 2: Watch a birth video with Patrick. Fun times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following weekend was the highlight of the month for me: my mom and sisters came in to town and my sisters-in-law threw me a baby shower! It was the most perfect and wonderful baby shower ever. Words can't express how thankful and overwhelmed I am by how generous my friends and family are. As a result, we're now 99% ready for the baby to arrive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SYTsUmsJUwI/AAAAAAAAAJA/t7FTObaKmf4/s1600-h/IMG_1363.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297618900421792514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SYTsUmsJUwI/AAAAAAAAAJA/t7FTObaKmf4/s320/IMG_1363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Not only were the gifts beautiful, but the food was delicious. I ate about half an entire fruit pizza, several pieces of homemade carrot cake, and loads of fruit dipped in chocolate. How much better can it get? Oh and did I mention that I just happened to gain 4 pounds in those 2 weeks?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I go back to the doctor again Wednesday, which kicks off my weekly visits. On the one hand, it’s kind of scary that I’m at this point. But on the other hand…I’m ready! My belly feels like an extra-large pan of jiffy pop, and I’m not sure if there’s much more room in my belly for this baby to grow bigger. Although I’m sure he’ll continue to try! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SYXEgpyOJ3I/AAAAAAAAAJY/YndbWKj-3_Y/s1600-h/IMG_1358.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297856601922611058" style="WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SYXEgpyOJ3I/AAAAAAAAAJY/YndbWKj-3_Y/s320/IMG_1358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;This is my friend Betsy and me at my shower. She gave birth to a healthy and handsome baby boy on January 25. We can't wait for Spud and Will to meet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077842226170834680-6842111546986271221?l=mylittlepotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlepotato.blogspot.com/feeds/6842111546986271221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077842226170834680&amp;postID=6842111546986271221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077842226170834680/posts/default/6842111546986271221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077842226170834680/posts/default/6842111546986271221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlepotato.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s Been a While...'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08549519197228239021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SYTs8yKTUzI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/wQ7aMz6Vvnk/s72-c/IMG_1355.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077842226170834680.post-8249603265837624605</id><published>2008-12-31T15:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T10:11:12.511-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho, Ho, Ho &amp; Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I’ve been having a glimpse into what maternity leave might be like, as I’ve been away from work since the day before Christmas Eve. Granted, I’m much more able to get things done now than I will be once the baby comes, but that doesn’t mean I do a whole lot – some cleaning, some sewing, some shopping, some baby prep...The time at home has been nice, but it’s gone by quickly, probably since we weren’t really even at home until a couple days ago. Just enough time to put the crib together!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SVvjyf7vS5I/AAAAAAAAAIM/VEMNf_nAUHQ/s1600-h/IMG_1354.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286069044354435986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SVvjyf7vS5I/AAAAAAAAAIM/VEMNf_nAUHQ/s320/IMG_1354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;The celebrating kicked off on the 23rd, which was Diana’s 5th birthday. After presents, dinner, and yummy cupcakes, we headed straight to Elysian. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SVvit5ngGGI/AAAAAAAAAIE/O5btBEDiLw8/s1600-h/IMG_1258.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286067865837901922" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SVvit5ngGGI/AAAAAAAAAIE/O5btBEDiLw8/s320/IMG_1258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;The rest of the Byrons made their way to the lake house the next day, making for a full and fun Christmas Eve. The day got off to a good start when Santa stopped by, before continuing on his way to China! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SVvhDdnry4I/AAAAAAAAAHk/y2p8KbQc0n4/s1600-h/IMG_1292.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286066037256342402" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SVvhDdnry4I/AAAAAAAAAHk/y2p8KbQc0n4/s320/IMG_1292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Next up on the Christmas Eve agenda was a re-enactment of the Nativity Story. In order to play the part she so wanted for her school performance (the Star!), Diana figured out that it pays to also be the director. In the end, Jena was given the role of the Star, Diana and the other girls were angels, Baxter was the little lamb, Danny was Baby Jesus, and the boys were the Wise Guys...I mean Wise Men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SVzo_GnJxdI/AAAAAAAAAIk/P5PC2920y2M/s1600-h/IMG_1294.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286356233430353362" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SVzo_GnJxdI/AAAAAAAAAIk/P5PC2920y2M/s320/IMG_1294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I always miss “home” at Christmastime, especially the lovely services my Dad puts together. This year I missed them all even more, despite having seen most of the family just a few weeks earlier, for two reasons: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;1 - &lt;strong&gt;All&lt;/strong&gt; of my family made it to NC for Christmas...and I still haven't heard any stories!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;2 - It was a balmy 70 degrees in NC, while Patrick and I tried to find the warmest clothes possible to survive our lovely 3-degree night! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SVvfnQYFhJI/AAAAAAAAAHM/qeuw-UKOSEg/s1600-h/IMG_1302.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286064453153293458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SVvfnQYFhJI/AAAAAAAAAHM/qeuw-UKOSEg/s320/IMG_1302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;The next couple days were mostly spent lounging about. Spud and I got to enjoy some quality rest time, in between his increasingly active awake moments. This kiddo is getting big and strong! I still can’t tell exactly which body part is poking about, but I certainly enjoy watching him (and my belly) shake! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SVvls8yK37I/AAAAAAAAAIc/Hr9tN2aJkF4/s1600-h/IMG_1323.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286071148042969010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SVvls8yK37I/AAAAAAAAAIc/Hr9tN2aJkF4/s320/IMG_1323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;The Christmas week ended with an extended Byron get-together. After lunch and the circle of gifts, we ended the night at a St. Paul Irish Pub - good music, good company, and good games! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SVzqNwfTgnI/AAAAAAAAAIs/FesdYQYAzY0/s1600-h/IMG_1345.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286357584701522546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SVzqNwfTgnI/AAAAAAAAAIs/FesdYQYAzY0/s320/IMG_1345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SVzqO3hfaHI/AAAAAAAAAI0/OAeYJW9j5YY/s1600-h/IMG_1351.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286357603769608306" style="WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SVzqO3hfaHI/AAAAAAAAAI0/OAeYJW9j5YY/s320/IMG_1351.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Last night was New Year’s Eve and also our 4th wedding anniversary. Time is certainly flying by! I must admit, though, I’m very excited for 2009…If it’s anything like this year, we’re in for some fun times! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077842226170834680-8249603265837624605?l=mylittlepotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlepotato.blogspot.com/feeds/8249603265837624605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077842226170834680&amp;postID=8249603265837624605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077842226170834680/posts/default/8249603265837624605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077842226170834680/posts/default/8249603265837624605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlepotato.blogspot.com/2008/12/ho-ho-ho-happy-new-year.html' title='Ho, Ho, Ho &amp; Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08549519197228239021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SVvjyf7vS5I/AAAAAAAAAIM/VEMNf_nAUHQ/s72-c/IMG_1354.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077842226170834680.post-5631095811156996384</id><published>2008-12-14T09:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T09:50:44.945-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Christmas Time in the City</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I am now 100% in the Christmas spirit, for 3 reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Our (fresh) Christmas tree is up and decorated. And I think it’s just beautiful. (And yes, I put Christmas music on while I was decorating it. I can't help myself!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SUUqhuVWDuI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Yq5JrWecGsA/s1600-h/IMG_1217.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279672897023381218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SUUqhuVWDuI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Yq5JrWecGsA/s320/IMG_1217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;2: My first Christmas party of the season was last night. Actually, it was the second Christmas party of the season, but I missed the first because I was home with fevers. Now I have a huge platter of shrimp cocktail in the freezer, and I’m not sure when it’ll get eaten. I also had an entire carrot cake, but that somehow disappeared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SUUqh-BCo8I/AAAAAAAAAGU/FIhat5w8lI4/s1600-h/IMG_1228.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279672901233189826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SUUqh-BCo8I/AAAAAAAAAGU/FIhat5w8lI4/s320/IMG_1228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SUUqiqE9N3I/AAAAAAAAAGc/6JK7c-62RTc/s1600-h/IMG_1223.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279672913060771698" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SUUqiqE9N3I/AAAAAAAAAGc/6JK7c-62RTc/s320/IMG_1223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;3 - I'm totally and completely done with my Christmas shopping! Yep, that's right - almost 2 weeks to go, and I'm all done. This is mostly due to the fact that I spent the majority of last week working from home, since I came down with the flu. (It's really not fair, especially since I had my first flu shot ever about a month ago.) While the obvious benefits were nice - not showering til 2 pm, working in my pajamas on the couch, etc., the secondary benefit was the chance to complete my gift shopping during my "lunch breaks". The stores are actually quite manageable on a mid-week early afternoon...I just had to make sure to get in and out before I felt faint and/or sick...some of those stores are WARM! Oh yeah - the other &lt;em&gt;slight&lt;/em&gt; disadvantage to shopping under pleasant conditions: some of those sales are just sooo tempting...is it wrong to buy myself (and Spud) a few presents while I'm out there?? I sure hope not!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077842226170834680-5631095811156996384?l=mylittlepotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlepotato.blogspot.com/feeds/5631095811156996384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077842226170834680&amp;postID=5631095811156996384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077842226170834680/posts/default/5631095811156996384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077842226170834680/posts/default/5631095811156996384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlepotato.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-christmas-time-in-city.html' title='It&apos;s Christmas Time in the City'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08549519197228239021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SUUqhuVWDuI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Yq5JrWecGsA/s72-c/IMG_1217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077842226170834680.post-4959187574630580312</id><published>2008-12-05T19:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T16:36:42.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving in North Carolina</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Thanksgiving was again spent with my side of the family this year. But unlike last year (the &lt;strong&gt;entire&lt;/strong&gt; family spent a week together in Orlando...I love the sun!!), none of the older kids made the trip with us. Instead, we got to spend lots of time with the youngest half of the family - including Leah (who was on break from App State). It's great to see that not a whole lot changes between visits - if you don't count the fact that Ty grew about 6 inches and Leah picked up a new hair style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/STxNSuxSJ9I/AAAAAAAAAF0/g0kiaGBRmtg/s1600-h/group+shot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277177847559104466" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/STxNSuxSJ9I/AAAAAAAAAF0/g0kiaGBRmtg/s320/group+shot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/STxNTKrzI5I/AAAAAAAAAF8/9CnI_tDUqVI/s1600-h/me+and+patrick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277177855052293010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/STxNTKrzI5I/AAAAAAAAAF8/9CnI_tDUqVI/s320/me+and+patrick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Patrick and I flew into North Carolina on Thanksgiving Day - which meant I got to watch the always-corny (but never-missed) Macy's Day Parade before we left. In addition to my immediate family, my Aunt Dale and her family and my grandma were also there. Sadly, my grandma came down with pneumonia the day after we arrived and since Patrick (rightfully so) banned me from entering the hospital, I didn't get to see her as much as I had hoped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving dinner, howeverm was yummy, as always - and I took full advantage of the miniature-sized baby in my belly to have seconds (or maybe thirds...) of everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad's side of the family was also in NC, staying at my aunt's lovely lake home. All of us girls headed up there on Friday for an afternoon of eating and gift opening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#1 highlight: strawberry jello pretzel dish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;#2 highlight: adorable baby gifts! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/STxKcVKp94I/AAAAAAAAAFs/eQEwvx9UG50/s1600-h/shower+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277174713950009218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/STxKcVKp94I/AAAAAAAAAFs/eQEwvx9UG50/s320/shower+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Patrick and I returned home with 2 new extra large suitcases full of baby gifts and clothes (thank you EVERYONE - I'm overwhelmed by your generosity and thoughtfulness!), an acute need for closet organizers and hangers for the baby room, and a larger baby belly than when we left!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/STxPW87SD4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/-8ClSVctRY0/s1600-h/IMG_1202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277180119101869954" style="WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/STxPW87SD4I/AAAAAAAAAGE/-8ClSVctRY0/s320/IMG_1202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077842226170834680-4959187574630580312?l=mylittlepotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlepotato.blogspot.com/feeds/4959187574630580312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077842226170834680&amp;postID=4959187574630580312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077842226170834680/posts/default/4959187574630580312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077842226170834680/posts/default/4959187574630580312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlepotato.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving-in-north-carolina.html' title='Thanksgiving in North Carolina'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08549519197228239021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/STxNSuxSJ9I/AAAAAAAAAF0/g0kiaGBRmtg/s72-c/group+shot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077842226170834680.post-3167788787778450515</id><published>2008-11-23T10:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T11:38:00.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Music and Machines!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Last week, Patrick got a new toy...Rock Band 2! While in real life he has less-than-average musical ability, his intense love and appreciation for music, combined with his above-average interest in video games (hey, it pays the bills!), makes this a virtual hit. He's currently plunking on the guitar, which I must say is a much better option (for all of us) than the microphone. I never knew he had such a wide vocal range: 3 octaves at least! (Unfortunately, I don't think most songs demand that kind of range...!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SSmTB38wk4I/AAAAAAAAAFc/0MnrFn3b2HQ/s1600-h/IMG_1075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271906499221820290" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SSmTB38wk4I/AAAAAAAAAFc/0MnrFn3b2HQ/s320/IMG_1075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Speaking of music, I realized recently how much music Spud is exposed to already. I listen to music constantly at work, every time I’m in the car, and some evenings before Patrick gets home and turns the TV on. Now that all 5 of his senses are developed, I hope he appreciates the musical environment he’s being brought up in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All 5 senses you ask? Yep – my pregnancy update email informed me that my little potato can now hear Patrick laugh (and really, who couldn’t?), feel me nudge him while I’m lying in bed just to make sure he’s still real (and because I love watching my belly dance!), taste variances in the amniotic fluid (which my diet can apparently impact), smell whatever it is he might be smelling in there, and see light and dark. When I read that last part, I worried that I might end up with a baby with eyesight like a mole, since I always wear at least 2 layers of clothes – so now I walk around randomly flashing my belly to the light as often as possible, so Spud can actually get an idea of what light looks like before he’s jarringly made aware of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SSmUjBaiZGI/AAAAAAAAAFk/xr2GRBEdYT8/s1600-h/IMG_1116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271908168209949794" style="WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SSmUjBaiZGI/AAAAAAAAAFk/xr2GRBEdYT8/s320/IMG_1116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Then on Saturday, we headed to New Richland, MN for Patrick's grandfather's farm auction. After almost 80 years of farm work, George has finally decided to retire. (Although we all know he hung onto at least one tractor and a few other pieces of equipment....just in case!) The day was truly a unique and special event. Nearly 500 people attended (someone from Alaska even called in to bid!), dressed warmly in coveralls and work coats. The auctioneer was straight out of a movie - I was actually surprised at how much I understood him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SSmSKh5hWsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/h6KIqG5mzhs/s1600-h/IMG_1091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271905548409854658" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SSmSKh5hWsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/h6KIqG5mzhs/s320/IMG_1091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Besides being a memorable cultural experience, the auction brought together nearly all of the extended Byron family. After the auction wrapped up, we spent the next several hours together in the emptied-out machine shed reconnecting with distant relatives, eating, drinking, and sharing stories. Of course, I mostly ate...but who can expect me to resist all those yummy treats?!?! Spud clearly loves the sweets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SSmSK91u0aI/AAAAAAAAAFM/L_90VWY87mM/s1600-h/IMG_1114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271905555910152610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SSmSK91u0aI/AAAAAAAAAFM/L_90VWY87mM/s320/IMG_1114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SSmSKX2iQbI/AAAAAAAAAE8/psDESON8PJg/s1600-h/IMG_1085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271905545712976306" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SSmSKX2iQbI/AAAAAAAAAE8/psDESON8PJg/s320/IMG_1085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077842226170834680-3167788787778450515?l=mylittlepotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlepotato.blogspot.com/feeds/3167788787778450515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077842226170834680&amp;postID=3167788787778450515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077842226170834680/posts/default/3167788787778450515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077842226170834680/posts/default/3167788787778450515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlepotato.blogspot.com/2008/11/music-and-machines.html' title='Music and Machines!'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08549519197228239021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SSmTB38wk4I/AAAAAAAAAFc/0MnrFn3b2HQ/s72-c/IMG_1075.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077842226170834680.post-2653379855731779272</id><published>2008-11-09T17:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T18:17:35.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Winter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Snow came to our neck of the woods last week. And ever since it's been freezing. I guess winter really is coming here this year. I always forget how cold it gets. In the fall I think...winter's not so bad. I can wear big sweaters and have fires and drink hot chocolate...and then winter actually comes and I end up sitting in my house in the dark (seriously - the sun sets at 5 pm!) and shiver. Thank heavens for electric heating pads! (Don't worry - I don't bake Spud. I just put it in my bed before I get in and can be sufficiently warm all on my own.) Thank heavens also for new, energy efficient heaters. Because, as Patrick keeps reminding me, this baby probably won't be as tolerant of the cool temps as he and I. Don't worry baby - I'll keep things as warm as you need it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Baby...we’ve made quite a good amount of progress recently. We visited Patrick’s mom in Des Moines a few weeks ago, where we not only got some fun things for the baby (crib sheets and blankets!), but also added to my meager maternity wardrobe. I tried on basically every item in the store, while Patrick stared confusedly at the pants with the stretchy panels and Wendy kept reminding me…you’re going to get a LOT bigger, don’t you want to try a bigger size?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the following weekend, my sister-in-law Jena and I spent an entire day together looking at adorable baby stores, picking out fabric, and painting the nursery. Actually, that last part was pretty much ALL Jena, since I have great artistic vision (if I don’t say so myself) but none of the patience needed to actually achieve that vision. Luckily for me (and Spud), Jena not only has the artistic eye, but the skill and patience to match. Thanks Jena!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the paint dried, Patrick and I started moving in the furniture. We still need to order the crib (which will go underneath the window on the circle wall), update some lights, maybe install a ceiling fan, add some drapes, hang some art on the wall (I'm having a terrible time deciding what to put in there!), and find a storage space for our cable modem and wires. But other than that, I'm feeling really good about it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SRd61SPhjeI/AAAAAAAAAEM/cIQlkpqkvrI/s1600-h/IMG_1068.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266813345081691618" style="WIDTH: 384px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SRd61SPhjeI/AAAAAAAAAEM/cIQlkpqkvrI/s320/IMG_1068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SRd60BTGuNI/AAAAAAAAAD0/FLmJ_sCRS4w/s1600-h/IMG_1066.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266813323353438418" style="WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SRd60BTGuNI/AAAAAAAAAD0/FLmJ_sCRS4w/s320/IMG_1066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SRd60xqgWlI/AAAAAAAAAEE/b8v5t926o-s/s1600-h/IMG_1067.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SRd60n1bOtI/AAAAAAAAAD8/VG2MSTQYJSo/s1600-h/IMG_1065.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266813333697936082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SRd60n1bOtI/AAAAAAAAAD8/VG2MSTQYJSo/s320/IMG_1065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;One last bit of pregnancy progress became apparent when Jena and I were having dinner at a pizza restaurant in uptown. I ordered a root beer with dinner, which was served in a plain brown bottle (with no label). Jena informed me that the lady at the table next to us kept looking at my belly, looking at the bottle, and whispering to her husband while casting evil glances our way. I wasn’t bothered in the least – in fact I was kind of excited. So…that means I look pregnant?!?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SRd8MIN2X4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/gyPemewNbP0/s1600-h/23_wk_bump_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266814837038931842" style="WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SRd8MIN2X4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/gyPemewNbP0/s320/23_wk_bump_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077842226170834680-2653379855731779272?l=mylittlepotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlepotato.blogspot.com/feeds/2653379855731779272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077842226170834680&amp;postID=2653379855731779272' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077842226170834680/posts/default/2653379855731779272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077842226170834680/posts/default/2653379855731779272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlepotato.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-winter.html' title='It&apos;s Winter!'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08549519197228239021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SRd61SPhjeI/AAAAAAAAAEM/cIQlkpqkvrI/s72-c/IMG_1068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077842226170834680.post-8105497004769873095</id><published>2008-10-28T14:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T15:18:40.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy - In 2 Lists</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I'm now about 22 weeks pregnant - pregnant enough that I've come up with quite a list of things that I LOVE about being pregnant. (And, of course, a bit of a list of things that aren't so much fun...) Read on:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things I Love:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Feeling Baby Spud move. It doesn't happen too often yet, but he had the hiccups last week, which made up for all the days when I don't feel him at all. And he especially seems to like his daddy, as he moves a ton anytime Patrick puts his hand on my belly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Milkshakes. Strawberry. Yum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Baby things. As much as I try not to (for the sake of my bank account), I can't help but love looking at baby things. Strollers, furniture, blankets, clothes, toys - everything!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Soft baby blankets. Already mentioned above, I know, but worth calling out again for just how impossibly soft those blankets are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Stretchy waist maternity pants. Not exactly the most flattering thing ever, but they sure do feel good on my belly. Especially after a late-night milkshake...or 2!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;25+ names on the baby list. Since we crossed "Patrick" off the name list, there aren't any that Patrick and I feel strongly enough about to disagree on. Of course, we also don't feel strongly enough about any to narrow the list down at all, but that can be done later. Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Baby bump belts at maternity stores. It's so much fun to tie the bump on top of my current 5-month bump and imagine just how big I'll be in a couple more months! I could be frighteningly huge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;4 more months. I'm looking forward to the remainder of the pregnancy - getting bigger, setting up the nursery, teaching Patrick to change a diaper...Thank God we still have months to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things I don't so much Love:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Registry lists. Walk into a Babies R Us and mention you're starting to work on a baby registry and you'll be given a checklist with 100 items on it. 100 items that you must get in order to be a good mother. Right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Maternity clothing options. Why must there be so few affordable options that are cute, stylish, and normal??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Anxiety. Every single day I worry that something might go wrong with the pregnancy. I live for my doctor's appointment each month when I can hear the sound of the heartbeat and be assured and re-assured that everything is going perfectly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Pregnancy skin. Dry and prone to break-outs. Every book I read reassures me that it'll go away again once the baby is born. But in the meantime, I'm trying every single bottle of skincare cleanser, lotion, etc. that  I can get my hands on. I'm so not used to this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077842226170834680-8105497004769873095?l=mylittlepotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlepotato.blogspot.com/feeds/8105497004769873095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077842226170834680&amp;postID=8105497004769873095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077842226170834680/posts/default/8105497004769873095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077842226170834680/posts/default/8105497004769873095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlepotato.blogspot.com/2008/10/pregnancy-in-2-lists.html' title='Pregnancy - In 2 Lists'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08549519197228239021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077842226170834680.post-5927140239707883966</id><published>2008-10-12T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T09:45:28.285-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halfway There!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Well...I'm now 20 weeks pregnant. The halfway point. Which means I've got only 20 more weeks to go. And still so much to do. I finished cleaning out the baby room today. Actually, I finished &lt;em&gt;starting&lt;/em&gt; to clean out the baby room. Next comes the fun part - decorating! My goal is to have the room mostly finished by Christmas. That seems doable, no? I guess it's only doable if I actually start filling the room. Soon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SPJJvUKIVEI/AAAAAAAAACc/CAwKtYSY6Es/s1600-h/IMG_1034.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256344792308667458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SPJJvUKIVEI/AAAAAAAAACc/CAwKtYSY6Es/s320/IMG_1034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I went back last week for the second round of anatomy scans. Baby Spud cooperated perfectly, showing his pretty spinal cord and skull the entire time. The technician tried to take another cute baby face picture for me to share with you all, but Spud was adamant in performing his job (as I made sure to remind him all week: just show the nice lady your back, baby, please?). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I've started wearing some of the maternity pants my mom gave me a few weeks ago. They're definitely comfortable (especially after the super-sized steak dinner I had with work last week...with mashed potatoes and vegetables and banana cream pie!), but it seems like I still have a bit of growing to do, as they have a tendency to slip down every time I walk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SPJJvXRlImI/AAAAAAAAACk/jnA1QgFx4Go/s1600-h/IMG_1030.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256344793145221730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SPJJvXRlImI/AAAAAAAAACk/jnA1QgFx4Go/s320/IMG_1030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;My next doctor's appointment is next week and I'm hoping he tells me that Baby is exactly the perfect size, in spite of everyone's reaction of "Are you sure you're pregnant? You don't look pregnant…” Even the ultrasound technician didn't seem convinced until the images popped up on the screen. Time to grow, Spud (just not too big...or we'll have some major issues in about 4 months!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a fun note, I went to my first rugby game this past weekend. It was a beautiful fall day - Sunny and 70s! In October! In Minnesota! However, after watching the game - and seeing 2 players go to the hospital with ugly dislocations - I vowed that the sidelines is the closest Spud will ever get to this game. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SPJLw3w_YVI/AAAAAAAAADE/ZbKRszHFfoE/s1600-h/IMG_0920.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256347018070024530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SPJLw3w_YVI/AAAAAAAAADE/ZbKRszHFfoE/s320/IMG_0920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SPJLxFA6roI/AAAAAAAAADM/BI45lzBv-gA/s1600-h/IMG_0927.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256347021626486402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SPJLxFA6roI/AAAAAAAAADM/BI45lzBv-gA/s320/IMG_0927.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SPJLeNKM_eI/AAAAAAAAAC8/q1-t7RF2xrw/s1600-h/IMG_1013.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256346697395404258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SPJLeNKM_eI/AAAAAAAAAC8/q1-t7RF2xrw/s320/IMG_1013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077842226170834680-5927140239707883966?l=mylittlepotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlepotato.blogspot.com/feeds/5927140239707883966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077842226170834680&amp;postID=5927140239707883966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077842226170834680/posts/default/5927140239707883966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077842226170834680/posts/default/5927140239707883966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlepotato.blogspot.com/2008/10/halfway-there.html' title='Halfway There!'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08549519197228239021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SPJJvUKIVEI/AAAAAAAAACc/CAwKtYSY6Es/s72-c/IMG_1034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077842226170834680.post-9059762943269117474</id><published>2008-10-06T10:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T11:39:02.737-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Baby's First Wedding!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;This past weekend we traveled to Huntington, Indiana for Brian Niec's wedding. We got to meet up with many of our college friends, who all live so far away it's just not fair! Especially because they're fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SOo9k6AiGdI/AAAAAAAAACM/aOZ-b9wDXno/s1600-h/shot.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254079619537181138" style="CURSOR: hand" height="241" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SOo9k6AiGdI/AAAAAAAAACM/aOZ-b9wDXno/s320/shot.jpg" width="318" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SOo9GirgktI/AAAAAAAAACE/G-NtlHKIs-s/s1600-h/mpd.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254079097878909650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SOo9GirgktI/AAAAAAAAACE/G-NtlHKIs-s/s320/mpd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Although I was very excited to see old friends, I was also a little nervous going into the weekend, for 2 reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. We drove. The whole way. Turns out Huntington, Indiana is about 11 hours from my house. Add in the time spent stopping to see relatives and friends in Chicago and you come up with a grand total of nearly 24 hours in a car, in just 3 days. Together. Just the 2 of us. Luckily, I can report that we still actually like each other. But no baby names yet - sorry! (We did, however, cross one name off the list: Patrick Francis Jr. One down, so many more to go...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It was my first sober wedding in many many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all of us - Patrick, Baby Spud, and I - had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SOo8CeF6XsI/AAAAAAAAABk/syqnqpafCn8/s1600-h/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254077928416370370" style="WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px" height="245" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SOo8CeF6XsI/AAAAAAAAABk/syqnqpafCn8/s320/us.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;As it turns out, there are several great things about being pregnant at a wedding, despite the fact that I can't drink my favorite beverage of all times - Champagne! I got to indulge in 2 (okay 3) pieces of yummy carrot cake! And no one even gave me a second look. I also got more compliments on how great I look than I ever have in my life. And - best of all - I got to be the person who remembered all the funny parts of the reception. Did you know that watching your drunk friends dance can entertain you for hours? (Especially since they all have the same dance moves as they showed off at college parties 5 years ago!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;It was a lovely wedding and we're glad we made the trip. Even baby got some dancing in! Let's hope he has better moves than his daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SOo8rTfZKDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/takWBS8H1f4/s1600-h/dancing.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254078629945092146" style="WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" height="242" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SOo8rTfZKDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/takWBS8H1f4/s320/dancing.jpg" width="215" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SOo8l6tVCxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mJxSQEufjPA/s1600-h/boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254078537393310482" style="WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" height="203" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SOo8l6tVCxI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mJxSQEufjPA/s320/boys.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SOo8dqH2Y0I/AAAAAAAAABs/XHhIUBf1ePg/s1600-h/roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254078395502191426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SOo8dqH2Y0I/AAAAAAAAABs/XHhIUBf1ePg/s320/roses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Before heading to Indiana, we stopped in Chicago on Friday. We stopped at my cousin's house for a few hours and got to visit with several members of my extended family, including my Grandma! Also there - all 4 of my cousin's daughters. Patrick seemed to be a little overwhelmed for the first 15 minutes, then breathed a huge sigh of relief when he remembered...thank God, we're having a boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077842226170834680-9059762943269117474?l=mylittlepotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlepotato.blogspot.com/feeds/9059762943269117474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077842226170834680&amp;postID=9059762943269117474' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077842226170834680/posts/default/9059762943269117474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077842226170834680/posts/default/9059762943269117474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlepotato.blogspot.com/2008/10/babys-first-wedding.html' title='Baby&apos;s First Wedding!'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08549519197228239021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SOo9k6AiGdI/AAAAAAAAACM/aOZ-b9wDXno/s72-c/shot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077842226170834680.post-3836380805083519261</id><published>2008-09-30T09:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T10:08:16.653-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>My How You've Grown!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Last Thursday was my 18-week ultrasound - the anatomy scan. I had one ultrasound early in my first trimester in order to date the pregnancy (it turned out I was 9 weeks along). Having that first ultrasound felt like a big step, but seeing the picture of my baby made me think...mmm, gummy bears. Don't you see the resemblance? (Head on the right, curled up legs / feet at the left.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SOokIRoNFEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/05IHvh_3g9c/s1600-h/9+weeks+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254051639870690370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SOokIRoNFEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/05IHvh_3g9c/s320/9+weeks+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt; Today, however, I can confirm that I am indeed having a baby with flesh and bones. (And not a turtle, as I had feared...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254052581688245410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SOok_GLAfKI/AAAAAAAAABM/H530gf3Xj5o/s320/18+weeks+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Isn't that beautiful? Yet how is it possible that this entire baby fits into my belly?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SOVMJjd2n1I/AAAAAAAAAAc/In9Way44nIE/s1600-h/IMG_0879.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252688267420540754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="217" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SOVMJjd2n1I/AAAAAAAAAAc/In9Way44nIE/s320/IMG_0879.JPG" width="144" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt; I swear I can feel each belly growth spurt, however minor it may look to everyone else. I know it doesn't look like much in the picture, but to me the growth is amazing! (My jeans are just starting to get tight. Maybe it's just because I'm indulging in my daily cravings for hot chocolate, but in any case, the maternity pants my mom sent me last week will very soon be put to use...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Anyway, back to the exciting news - Thursday's ultrasound. It was absolutely amazing for both Patrick and me to see the little baby to come to life in front of our eyes - and so reassuring to see that it had all the necessary parts, in all the right places. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254056309486578018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="113" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SOooYFTY6WI/AAAAAAAAABU/s6_u5D_8u0A/s320/rt+foot+2.jpg" width="199" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254056513796128898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SOooj-alQII/AAAAAAAAABc/Rjckrx4ewQw/s320/profile+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Speaking of necessary parts, we were able to confidently (VERY confidently!) confirm that we are having a &lt;strong&gt;BOY&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;We also got to see that this baby is, in fact, a Byron, as it wouldn't sit still for the first 30 minutes, then comfortably lodged itself into the deepest corner and wouldn't budge, meaning I'll have to come back in a week to get the brain anatomy and spinal cord images. Patrick is entirely to blame for that behavior.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;But that's okay. I still love him anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077842226170834680-3836380805083519261?l=mylittlepotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlepotato.blogspot.com/feeds/3836380805083519261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077842226170834680&amp;postID=3836380805083519261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077842226170834680/posts/default/3836380805083519261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077842226170834680/posts/default/3836380805083519261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlepotato.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-how-youve-grown.html' title='My How You&apos;ve Grown!'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08549519197228239021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d-4WH9UoSUE/SOokIRoNFEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/05IHvh_3g9c/s72-c/9+weeks+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077842226170834680.post-6629194302894516803</id><published>2008-09-29T16:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T16:57:11.148-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='E'/><title type='text'>18 Weeks Today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today I'm officially 18 weeks pregnant. Oh god. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That means that in 2 weeks I'll be half done with this pregnancy (God- willing!!). And while I've definitely put my time in online looking at all the pretty baby things and reading all the happy baby stories, I'm still not actually convinced that I myself will - in just 22 weeks...oh God! - have one of my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here's hoping Patrick is taking care of all the details. (hahahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I'll be posting pictures later this week - I know you can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;In the meantime, I've taken up crocheting again. I've found that it happily distracts me from eating entire bags of Oreos at one sitting. Plus, it'll give me something warm to wrap the little potato in come March. Did I mention that's in 22 weeks? Or that right now it's actually the size of a baked potato? In reality, 22 weeks is plenty of time. This blanket I'm working on will cover my entire bed by then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;One last thought for you...do you think that those annoying people realize that they're annoying too? I was watching E! Fashion Police critique the of the Emmys and some of the "experts" were so incredibly hard to listen to that I wondered...maybe that's what they're going for? Maybe they actually get annoyed by themselves sometimes too, but remind themselves, hey, annoying is who I am and what I do. I have to talk like this because if I don't no one will know I'm worth listening to. Whatever. It appears to work for them, as they're on TV weighing in on the fashions of the rich and famous. And getting paid to do so. I'm just jealous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077842226170834680-6629194302894516803?l=mylittlepotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlepotato.blogspot.com/feeds/6629194302894516803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077842226170834680&amp;postID=6629194302894516803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077842226170834680/posts/default/6629194302894516803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077842226170834680/posts/default/6629194302894516803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlepotato.blogspot.com/2008/09/18-weeks-today.html' title='18 Weeks Today!'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08549519197228239021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7077842226170834680.post-4535456069826196054</id><published>2008-09-28T14:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T14:43:51.399-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Introducing...My Little Potato</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hi everyone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Per a friend's suggestion, I will be keeping this blog to keep you all updated as to the progress of my pregnancy - &lt;strong&gt;my little potato&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hopefully it will also help me keep track of all the big "milestones" I'm expected to remember years from now...like, the first time I feel &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; baby move, my favorite cravings, and how big I am at any given moment. Since long-term memory has never been one of my strong points (right Karyn?!) and even worse now that I can actually blame my forgetfulness on "pregnancy brain," this is probably the best possible solution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Since the ultrasound is this week, I figure now's as good a time as any to get started. Please feel free to let me know how I can improve the site (this is my first time blogging about ANYTHING!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As this is my first pregnancy, I'm obviously thrilled and excited by every little detail. But, I also realize how tedious and boring most of those details must be for the rest of you. So, I'll do my best to not turn this into one of those horribly annoying "brag book"-type opportunities. It'll just be my way of keeping all of my geographically diverse friends and family in the loop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Enjoy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7077842226170834680-4535456069826196054?l=mylittlepotato.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlepotato.blogspot.com/feeds/4535456069826196054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7077842226170834680&amp;postID=4535456069826196054' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077842226170834680/posts/default/4535456069826196054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7077842226170834680/posts/default/4535456069826196054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlepotato.blogspot.com/2008/09/introducingmy-little-potato.html' title='Introducing...My Little Potato'/><author><name>Kate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08549519197228239021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
