<?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-10081358</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:12:05.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>myr~stories</title><subtitle type='html'>I wanna be supermom, but somedays I feel like if I can make it to sosomom I will be thrilled.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10081358/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrmom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>myrmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06595204497891391946</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>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10081358.post-113799280445787945</id><published>2006-01-22T21:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T21:06:44.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>neglectful blogger</title><content type='html'>Wow what a neglectful blogger I am.  The last time I wrote was just after I found out I was pregnant and now i'm almost 30 weeks.  That is a really long time to go without a entry.  This pregnancy is going fairly well, I do have the GD again which is livable if not likable.  I am feeling much better and alot less stressed this time around then I did With Ewan so that is definatly a good thing.  We found out December 15th that we are having another little boy and we thought we were going to name him Elliott but now it's up in the air.  We are trying to decide between Elliott and Tristan so maybe this one wont get a name until he is born.  I go back for another U/S on feb.2/06 maybe I will know by then.  Of course i'm not holding my breath on that one...lol.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other little boy is getting to be so big.  I can't Believe Ewan is already 18 months old.  Where did the last year and a half go?  If the first year and half went that quickly I can just imagine how fast the next five years or so are goin to go.  They grow up so fast, it is soooo important to enjoy every minute of their lives that you can.  That is why I can't wait to be done with work and go back on mat leave, I just want to be home with my little boy.  Soon to be two little boys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10081358-113799280445787945?l=myrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/113799280445787945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10081358&amp;postID=113799280445787945' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10081358/posts/default/113799280445787945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10081358/posts/default/113799280445787945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrmom.blogspot.com/2006/01/neglectful-blogger.html' title='neglectful blogger'/><author><name>myrmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06595204497891391946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10081358.post-112343575607017650</id><published>2005-08-07T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T10:29:16.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ewan is going to be a big brother</title><content type='html'>Wow, I can still hardly believe it and I have know for two weeks already.  My little baby is going to be a big brother.  I am soooo excited at the prospect of having another baby but also terrified at the idea of having two children to take care of, not to mention having to go through another stressful pregnancy.  Already I have had some pains on my side and gone in for some blood work to rule out an ectopic pregnancy.  I so wanted this pregnancy to be way less stressful then Ewan's but i'm beginning to think it's just not possible for me to have a stress free pregnancy.  I am worried about money and weather or not I will be able to get all the hours in at work so that I can get my mat leave.  I am worried about telling them at work, hey thanks for extending my mat leave but i'm only going to be here for a bit as i'm expecting again, i'm sure that isn't going to go over very well at all.  I am going to try and relax though i'm going to really really try!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here I am five weeks and 5 days pregnant and so far I have slight bits of nausea through out the day other then that no real symptoms here.  Though my boobs are sometimes killing me when Ewan is nursing though i'm sure that will go away soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try and keep an update as my pregnancy progresses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10081358-112343575607017650?l=myrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/112343575607017650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10081358&amp;postID=112343575607017650' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10081358/posts/default/112343575607017650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10081358/posts/default/112343575607017650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrmom.blogspot.com/2005/08/ewan-is-going-to-be-big-brother.html' title='Ewan is going to be a big brother'/><author><name>myrmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06595204497891391946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10081358.post-112135292530191061</id><published>2005-07-14T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T07:55:25.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to my big boy!!</title><content type='html'>OMG where did the past year go?  My little baby is not so little anymore, I can hardly believe he is one year old already.  Yesterday was a very emotional day for me, I went from pure joy to sadness.  When I would think about that tiny baby I brought home from the hospital I would get sad about the fact that I will never get those moments back, but then when I would look at Ewan and see how wonderful he is I rejoice in the little boy he is becoming.  I can hardly believe the changes that he has gone through since that day one year ago today.  He went from a tiny helpless baby to this toddler who gets around and gets into trouble and then comes over for a love and cuddle.  When he says mama it melts my heart like nothing ever has before and when he puts his head down on my lap I am like butter.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dearest Ewan&lt;br /&gt;     You are my one true miracle, my greatest accomplishment.  Not just carrying you to term and giving birth to you but nurturing and loving you for the past year.  I only hope that I am able to give more to you tomorrow then I was able to give you yesterday.  You are the most precious thing in my life and you are my greatest gift.  Even though it is your birthday today I am the lucky one who gets the most precsious gift.  Thank you for picking us as your parents and for being the most amazing little boy a mom could ask for.  Both your Daddy and I love you very very much and will forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10081358-112135292530191061?l=myrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/112135292530191061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10081358&amp;postID=112135292530191061' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10081358/posts/default/112135292530191061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10081358/posts/default/112135292530191061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrmom.blogspot.com/2005/07/happy-birthday-to-my-big-boy.html' title='Happy Birthday to my big boy!!'/><author><name>myrmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06595204497891391946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10081358.post-112053266082692443</id><published>2005-07-04T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T20:04:20.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Baby</title><content type='html'>My baby boy is sick and it is breaking my heart.  Yesterday and The night before he had a fever which finally broke but he seems to have a sore throat today, he is super raspy.  I am going to take him in tomorrow for a culture swap and hopefully it's not strep throat.  Other then being cranky and sore from his needles and a few stuffed up moments and or sniffles in the first few months this is the first time he has really been sick.  The first time he has ever run a temperature and it is so hard to see.  I am so sad for him and I just want to make him feel better.  He is very clingy and only wants mommy.  He just lays around on me and then he gets it into his head that he wants to play and he goes down on the ground and within minutes he is crying and wants back up in my arms.  The only things that seem to work are to take him out for walks.  He really loves to be out and about, I think it really distracts him from the pain.  I am wondering if this is a cold or flu or if it teething that he is going through.  He will be One  on the 14th and he has yet to get a second tooth and I  think I see one top one and the other bottom one ready to come through.  So hopefully that is all it is and he isn't really sick at all.  I do hope he feels better either way, I feel just awful for him and just want to make all his pain go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10081358-112053266082692443?l=myrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/112053266082692443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10081358&amp;postID=112053266082692443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10081358/posts/default/112053266082692443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10081358/posts/default/112053266082692443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrmom.blogspot.com/2005/07/sick-baby.html' title='Sick Baby'/><author><name>myrmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06595204497891391946</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-10081358.post-111673819854611628</id><published>2005-05-21T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T22:03:18.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"the poisoned breast"....grrrr</title><content type='html'>Ok I am so tired of reading headlines about poison in breastmilk...or about how breastmilk can be toxic.  I am tired of reading the articles that only put half the story in them.  The amount of women that breastfeed these days is already sadly low and we need to find more ways to encourage women to breastfeed their babies not discourage them.  I just opened the today's parent magazine(a Canadian Magazine) and finally I was able to read and article that told the "WHOLE" story not just fragments.  The Article is written by John Hoffman and is based on the research by Sandra Steingraber.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Sandra Steingraber knows more about environmental pollutans in breastmilk than any mom on Earth.  She's concerned, both as an ecologist and as a mother, about the mounting scientific evidence that traces of toxic chemicals havr found their way into breastmilk. &lt;strong&gt;EVAN SO, STEINGRABER BREASTFED HER FIRST CHILD FOR THREE YEARS AND IS STILL NURSING THE YOUNGEST NOW AGE THREE.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like this article because it doesn't cover up the fact that yes these toxins are leaking into our breastmilk, but talks about how it is still healtier, and safer to breastfeed your child then to formula feed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Although the breastfed babies were exposed to more PCB's, formula fed children scored a little lower in developmental and cognitive tests...also found a small deficit in formula fed children  when testing for a specific marker of neurological function related to memory and attention."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of this article is the fact that she addresses that we shouldn't be stopping breastfeeding we should be stop using these chemicals in our lives.  If we are exposed to it on a daily basis and it's bad for our babies how good is it for anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also talks about how babies are exposed to far more damaging chemicals in utero and that breastfeeding can actually help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Researchers suggested that breastmilk counteracts teh adverse developmntal effects of PCBs and dioxins"&lt;br /&gt;"in other words an infants greastest risk from environmental pollutants comes in the  womb, not at the breast"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is my personal take on this?  I will continue to encourage all women to breastfeed their babies.  I will stand by my convictions that breast is not only the most natural way to feed our children in the first few years of their life, but it is also the most beneficial, the healthiest and like everything says "breast is best".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10081358-111673819854611628?l=myrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/111673819854611628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10081358&amp;postID=111673819854611628' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10081358/posts/default/111673819854611628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10081358/posts/default/111673819854611628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrmom.blogspot.com/2005/05/poisoned-breastgrrrr.html' title='&quot;the poisoned breast&quot;....grrrr'/><author><name>myrmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06595204497891391946</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-10081358.post-111638538611913589</id><published>2005-05-17T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T20:03:06.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trying to be healthy</title><content type='html'>I am tired of being unhealthy, I am tired of being so overweight and feeling it in everything I do.  I really want to change, not just for myself but for my family as well.  As Ewan gets older and I am chasing after him I am beginning to realize that if I huff and I puff up a flight of stairs how am I suppose to run after a toddler.  I am also hoping to get pregnant in late fall so add that into the mix and I will be a total wreck.  I also think it is very important that I instill healthy eating habits in Ewan and any other future children I may have one day.  How I am suppose to do that if I can't even set a good example myself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My main goal is to get healthy, to eat right and to feel better physically.  Hopefully by doing that I will lose some of this excess weight and find a happier, healthier me in a thinner body.  I am not expecting to weigh 125 pounds, heck i'm not even expecting to weigh 150 pounds, especially with a possible pregnancy in my future.  I would however like to go into that pregnancy far healthier and perhaps lighter then I went into Ewan's pregnancy.  I had GD with Ewan and though I'm sure I will get it again, the only possible chance to not get it is to shed some excess pounds.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is being very supportive of me(sometimes) and that is helping.  The greatest support come from my dad who is all about being healthy.  He is really encouraging me to get out and move and do some sort of exercise.  For me this is the hardest part.  I am not an athlete in any way shape or form and with Ewan at home with me it makes it rather difficult.  I did manange to do an exercise tape yesterday and if I can try to do it at least 2 times a week and maybe go for a walk with Ewan 2 times a week I think I may actually make some progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wish me luck everyone and stay tuned and follow my progress.  I started out this process weighing 233 pounds and being a horrible couch potato with horrible eating habits.  Lets see where I end up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10081358-111638538611913589?l=myrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/111638538611913589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10081358&amp;postID=111638538611913589' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10081358/posts/default/111638538611913589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10081358/posts/default/111638538611913589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrmom.blogspot.com/2005/05/trying-to-be-healthy.html' title='trying to be healthy'/><author><name>myrmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06595204497891391946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10081358.post-111569904424477007</id><published>2005-05-09T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T21:24:04.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first official mother's day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my first official Mother's day, though I did celebrate last year while I was pregnant.  Like Chris said, last year I was a mother but this year i'm somebody's mom.  That somebody is the best gift in the world, my wonderful son Ewan.  I had a great day yesterday, chris let me sleep in even though he had gone out late on saturday and I usually get up with Ewan on Sundays.  Mind you I didn't sleep in to late as I had gotten lots of sleep the night before.  So I came down and hung out with my two best men.  Then Chris and Ewan gave me my mother's day gift, it was a beautiful Silver and Amber Bracelet and I absoulutly love it.  It goes with the silver and amber earrings that Chris gave me last year for mother's day.  We spent the afternoon with Chris' mom and the evening with my mom and brothers and sisters in law.  It was a great mothers day and I look forward to celebrating many many more with Ewan and any siblings he may have one day.  I am even looking forward to all the wonderful homemade gifts he will make me one day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10081358-111569904424477007?l=myrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/111569904424477007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10081358&amp;postID=111569904424477007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10081358/posts/default/111569904424477007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10081358/posts/default/111569904424477007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrmom.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-first-official-mothers-day.html' title='My first official mother&apos;s day'/><author><name>myrmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06595204497891391946</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-10081358.post-111569875491263700</id><published>2005-05-09T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T21:19:14.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first official mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10081358-111569875491263700?l=myrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/111569875491263700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10081358&amp;postID=111569875491263700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10081358/posts/default/111569875491263700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10081358/posts/default/111569875491263700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrmom.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-first-official-mother.html' title='My first official mother'/><author><name>myrmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06595204497891391946</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-10081358.post-111513272696157620</id><published>2005-05-03T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T08:05:26.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He crawls</title><content type='html'>My little guy started crawling on Sunday and he is so proud of himself.  The first time he did it, I don't think he even realized what he did, but he does now.  I think he has finally figured out that he can get in trouble...lol.  This is my little boy who use to just sit and play for ages in one spot and now he is mobile.  Not only is he crawling but he is pulling up to standing and has even started moving while standing.  Let the Games begin, I think this is when parenting starts to get challenging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10081358-111513272696157620?l=myrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/111513272696157620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10081358&amp;postID=111513272696157620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10081358/posts/default/111513272696157620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10081358/posts/default/111513272696157620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrmom.blogspot.com/2005/05/he-crawls.html' title='He crawls'/><author><name>myrmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06595204497891391946</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-10081358.post-111496381505949916</id><published>2005-05-01T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T09:10:15.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I have something to do with it.</title><content type='html'>Ok if there is one thing that drives me nuts is when people go on and on about how lucky I am to have such a good baby.  Yeah Ewan is a good baby, and i'm sure luck has something to do with it, but I also like to think that we as his parents also have something to do with it.  I have worked hard since Ewan was born to get us to where we are today.  He didn't come out of the womb, nursing well, and content to be on his own, and sleeping through the night.  I have put tons of effort into raising my son.  I am a firm believer in AP parenting and I truly believe it is because I have responded to all of Ewan's needs that he is the child that he is today.  Of course personality comes into play, of course i'm lucky that he sleeps well, but I am also a part of making that happen.  I am in no way shape or form saying that parents who's kids don't sleep through the night are bad parents, etc.  What i'm trying to say is that nurture has just as much to do with who a child is and what a child is like as nature does.  Yes Ewan is a calm baby and it is wonderful, but he is also very confident that mama will be there whenever and wherever he needs me to be so he is happy to be on his own.  I am lucky to have such a great baby, and yes his personality is a huge part of that, but his father and I are also a part of that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10081358-111496381505949916?l=myrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/111496381505949916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10081358&amp;postID=111496381505949916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10081358/posts/default/111496381505949916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10081358/posts/default/111496381505949916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrmom.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-think-i-have-something-to-do-with-it.html' title='I think I have something to do with it.'/><author><name>myrmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06595204497891391946</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-10081358.post-111395725654567525</id><published>2005-04-19T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T17:34:16.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Navy and Gray....grrrr</title><content type='html'>I am so sick of Navy and Gray!!!  It would appear that boys clothes have to either be navy or gray and it's driving me nuts.  I hate them hate them hate them, and I hate that there are so few cute boys clothes out there.  Why can't there be fun and bright and cute clothes for boys?  I mean they are babies, they should be wearing funa and bright and cute right?  Today I recieved some adorable clothes from Pam on the board and i'm sooooo Happy about it.  There is an orange and a lime onsie as well as red and white stipped romper.  Way more boys clothes need to be this cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10081358-111395725654567525?l=myrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/111395725654567525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10081358&amp;postID=111395725654567525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10081358/posts/default/111395725654567525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10081358/posts/default/111395725654567525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrmom.blogspot.com/2005/04/navy-and-graygrrrr.html' title='Navy and Gray....grrrr'/><author><name>myrmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06595204497891391946</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-10081358.post-111171907371064539</id><published>2005-03-24T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T18:51:13.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes it is my business.</title><content type='html'>I don't know if what people tell say on the boards is the truth or not.  I mean how is anyone who is only reading what someone else writes suppose to know what is a lie and what is the truth?  So it can be very frustrating to hear that so and so is lying about this or that.  You have to be able to wade through all the muck and mire and come up with your own decision based on your own gut instinct.  That is what I have done and will continue to do.  Not only with things that happen on the board but also with all aspects of my life.  So then does it really matter if I find out there is a possibility that somone is lying?  Does it then become my business? Should I be concerned about it? Of course, cuz in essence these people arelying to me. This offends me greatly because I have this strange belief that most people are inherently honest and good, so I feel like I have been taken advantage of.  I know this is all very convaluted, but is the only way I know how to put my feelings down without hurting anyone.  I am not out to cause pain or "expose" anyone, I just want to say that when you put your faith in people and give your friendship to them it really sucks when you find out that you have been lied to.  I hope that this isn't the case but if it is, I am frustrated and extreamly dissapointed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10081358-111171907371064539?l=myrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/111171907371064539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10081358&amp;postID=111171907371064539' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10081358/posts/default/111171907371064539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10081358/posts/default/111171907371064539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrmom.blogspot.com/2005/03/yes-it-is-my-business.html' title='Yes it is my business.'/><author><name>myrmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06595204497891391946</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-10081358.post-111086736944112566</id><published>2005-03-14T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T22:16:09.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What do I know about cars</title><content type='html'>There are lots of horrible things that have happened cuz of my accident and one of them is that I now have to buy a new car.  This really sucks cuz one, we got a really good deal on our last car so we don't have a whole lot of money to spend this time around.  Two because we bought it from my brother we new it was in fairly good condition.  Neither my husband or I know anything about cars and we are pretty much walking blind when it comes to picking one.  I feel like we are going to get screwed cuz they will see us coming and I'm sure we will have a big flashing neon sign over our heads that say car losers take advantage please.  I honestly don't even know the first thing about cars, I don't know what to look for, of course I don't, I don't even have a license.  So most people would leave it up to the person with the license then, but not me cuz one i'm a control freak and two my husband is not all that interested in looking for a car.  I wish I could just go outside and voila there would be our car sitting there waiting for us.  Alas this is not going to happen so i'm off to research some more shit boxes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10081358-111086736944112566?l=myrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/111086736944112566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10081358&amp;postID=111086736944112566' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10081358/posts/default/111086736944112566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10081358/posts/default/111086736944112566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrmom.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-do-i-know-about-cars.html' title='What do I know about cars'/><author><name>myrmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06595204497891391946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10081358.post-111059169352974840</id><published>2005-03-11T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T17:41:33.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh my aching back</title><content type='html'>Ever since my accident my back has been killing me and it's getting so frustrating.  When i'm sitting around It doesn't bother me, even if i'm up and walking it's not to bad.  What is really hard is if i'm working over a counter of something.  This means that cooking, or changing Ewan's diapers is extreamly difficult.  Tonight, I was giving Ewan his bath and by the time I got him out and tried to get him dressed I was so sore I could barely finish getting his diaper on.  I had to take him into the bedroom and lay down with him for a bit before i was able to get him into his pj's.  I feel like i'm not able to take care of Ewan the way I use to and that bothers me.  I just want to be the best mom I can, and I don't want to always be passing him off to others to hold cuz my back hurts to much to hold him.  Sometimes he gets so sad when I go to give him to my mom or someone else to hold or get him dressed, he just wants his mommy and I want to be there for him.  I so hope that this pain in my back would go away soon.  It is hard for me to sleep at night and hard for me to be the mommy I want to be and I'm afraid that i'm going to start on a path to depression and that is very scary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10081358-111059169352974840?l=myrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/111059169352974840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10081358&amp;postID=111059169352974840' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10081358/posts/default/111059169352974840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10081358/posts/default/111059169352974840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrmom.blogspot.com/2005/03/oh-my-aching-back.html' title='Oh my aching back'/><author><name>myrmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06595204497891391946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10081358.post-111042760269065633</id><published>2005-03-09T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T20:06:42.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's leaving she knows</title><content type='html'>A very good friend of mine who I met on the she knows net work message board has asked to be banned from the boards and I am very saddened by this.  She is leaving because she offered advice on a touchy subject and people took offense.  There seems to be alot of that going on and it is very frustrating.  She was not slamming anyones decisions, just mentioning that sometimes there are other options.  As a mom I always want to be aware of all my options, therefore I can make the right choice for my son and myself.&lt;br /&gt;I am just sick over the fact that things have gotten so bad that she feels like she needs to go.  It saddens me that someone I have become so close to over the past few months is leaving a board I feel has become a home to me.  I totally understand her wanting to go, as I have felt alot of flack on the board as well.  If I hadn't received so much support there after my accident I too may feel the need to leave.  I just wish people didn't feel such a need to flame other people all the time.  I see nothing wrong with offering advice that differs from what you are doing, if it is indeed advice.  I think everyone is entittled to their opinions and should offer those up after all that is what a message board is for in my opinion.  I am an AP parent and most of my parenting style differs from the "norm" I love how I parent and offer suggestions that work for us to others, I don't do it to insult them or criticize them I do it in good faith to offer them help.  When I had the hardest time breastfeeding my son in the beginning and people offered advice about formula feeding or pumping I didn't take offense I thanked them for the advice but choose to do things differently.  I still can't get over the fact that my dearest friend is leaving the board, I will miss her posts and seeing her beautiful babies, but I understand and respect and admire her decision.  Thank god for MSN and blogs, so we can stay in contact.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10081358-111042760269065633?l=myrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/111042760269065633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10081358&amp;postID=111042760269065633' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10081358/posts/default/111042760269065633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10081358/posts/default/111042760269065633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrmom.blogspot.com/2005/03/shes-leaving-she-knows.html' title='She&apos;s leaving she knows'/><author><name>myrmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06595204497891391946</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10081358.post-110886972823618774</id><published>2005-02-19T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T19:22:08.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I almost died last night!</title><content type='html'>I had the most horrifying and terrifying night last night and I am sooo lucky to be alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night dh and I decided to have a date night and were headed out for dinner, Thankfully with a sleeping Ewan at home with my parents. No more then 10 minutes later our car stalled on a local bridge and we managed to pull it over to the side of the road, and put our flashers on. My dh was about to call my dad to see what we should do when when we were suddenly hit from behind. Our car was pushed up the embankment on the bridge and we were flipped over. The car immediately burst into flames and I have never been so scared in my life. I grabbed chris's arm and shook him and he did not respond to me at all, I thought he was dead and I was so scared. I kept shaking him and he came to for a brief moment so I knew he was still alive. I managed to get both our seat belts undone and at was clawing at the door to find a way to get out when all of a sudden someone kicked in the door and grabbed me and pulled me out. Someone also pulled Chris out but he was unconscious again. We had both lost our glasses in the fire and I couldn't find where they had taken Chris...I was screaming "where is my husband, Where is my husband" until I so people standing around a crumpled man on the ground. I ran there and managed to rouse him again. Some woman helped us to her car to await the ambulance and fire deptment, at that point I looked toward our car and saw that it was in flames that were literally licking the sky, and I was terrified. Poor chris has no memory of the accident and while we were waiting he ws so scared he kept asking me where Ewan was..he asked about ever 2 min. He was terrified that something had happened to our little boy, that he was in the burning building. Thank God he was safe and at home and asleep!!!! We waited for the paramentics to arrive and take us to the hospital, which was quite and ordeal as we were both placed on back boards and had neck braces places on us. My back was killing me from the accident and spending the next two hours on that thing was sooo not comfy. I then ended up having x-rays and being discharged a few hours later. Can you believe that I walked away with not a single scratch on me. My back and neck are aching and I had a headache all day from not being able to see...we finally got new glasses made up and bought at 5 tonight. Chris was in a little worse shape then me, he had an ekg, and a cat scan done because of his head injury and ended up with 2nd degree burns on his knee and 9 staples on his head, but he was also able to come home last night. So that was my terrifying ordeal from last night, I think that in many ways i'm still in shock and I"m trying desperatly to be positive and not worry about losing our car and all the stuff that was in it.(carseat, pack and play, stroller) and be thankful that we both walked out of the accident in relitively good shape.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10081358-110886972823618774?l=myrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/110886972823618774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10081358&amp;postID=110886972823618774' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10081358/posts/default/110886972823618774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10081358/posts/default/110886972823618774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrmom.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-almost-died-last-night.html' title='I almost died last night!'/><author><name>myrmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06595204497891391946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10081358.post-110874360100172505</id><published>2005-02-18T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T08:20:01.003-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still nursing?  YES!!!!</title><content type='html'>I was at the eye doctor yesterday and when she found out that I had a baby in July she asked me if I was still nursing.  I was so impressed by this question, because it assumes that I did nurse, as though it's the right thing to do.  This is of course what I believe 100%, and I hate when people assume Ewan takes a bottle.  Especially now that he is 7 months, they just assume that even if I am still nursing it should only be part time, that is a load of crap in my opinion.  I still nurse Ewan 6-8 times a day and I love every moment of it.  I feel sorry for woman who didn't nurse cuz they truly don't know what they are missing.  I sometimes watch my mom watching me when I nurse him and I feel sad for her cuz she never had the bonding experience with her children.  I think she also feels a bit sad about it.  I hate the fact that when we were born it was so taboo that it was ingrained in her that nursing is disgusting.  This angers me so much, to think that there was and is a time when people could think that this wonderful, uplifting and wonderously natural way of feeding your child could ever be disgusting.  The longer and longer I nurse Ewan the more frustrated I get when I see formula commercials, or when I hear about hospitals and doctors offices giving out free formula samples to nursing mothers.  I do understand that for some woman they have no choice and I think in that instance formula is a wonderful alternative, but to just choose to formula feed blows my mind.  I am so grateful that I live in a country where the breastfeeding rates are climbing daily.  I think the Canadian goverment recognizes how important this is and that is one of the reasons that women are entitled to a year off after having a child, so that they can use this oppertunity to properly feed their children.  It angers me when i hear about women having to go back to work after 6 or 8 weeks, and I can completely understand why you not want to even bother trying to breastfeed.  For Ewan and I it took about 2 and 1/2 months to develop a easy breastfeeding relationship.  It was so hard in the beginning there were many times I wanted to give up.  I remember spending close to an hour trying to get him to latch on sometimes and both of us were crying.  If I had, had to leave him to go to work there is no way we could have done it.  We need to change views about breastfeeding, we need to value it more, maybe then things will change and more and more woman will feel comfortable baring their breast to their babe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10081358-110874360100172505?l=myrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/110874360100172505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10081358&amp;postID=110874360100172505' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10081358/posts/default/110874360100172505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10081358/posts/default/110874360100172505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrmom.blogspot.com/2005/02/still-nursing-yes.html' title='Still nursing?  YES!!!!'/><author><name>myrmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06595204497891391946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10081358.post-110844218729585123</id><published>2005-02-14T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T20:36:27.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My birthday boy valentine</title><content type='html'>It turns out that as I have a new man in my life this year I also get a new valentine.  Ewan is the best valentine ever, I couldn't have asked for a better man to love.  Lucky me cuz not only to I get the numer one valentine but his daddy is a pretty good second best.  Not only is it Ewan's first valentines but it is also his 7 month birthday.   I can hardly believe my little boy is 7 months old already.  Where has the time gone?  There is less time to his first birthday then then has already gone past since his birth, that truly blows my mind.  He is getting bigger and bigger every day.  He is now 17lbs and 28 inches long, how did he ever get to be such a big boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10081358-110844218729585123?l=myrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/110844218729585123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10081358&amp;postID=110844218729585123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10081358/posts/default/110844218729585123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10081358/posts/default/110844218729585123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrmom.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-birthday-boy-valentine.html' title='My birthday boy valentine'/><author><name>myrmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06595204497891391946</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-10081358.post-110827114421565304</id><published>2005-02-12T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T21:05:44.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roseola</title><content type='html'>I belong to a playgroup of sorts.  While I was pregnant I went to a prenatal class and I really hit it off with some of the women in the class.  We started going out once a week up until we started having our babies and then after the little ones were born we have been getting together with the babies.  Watching them grow together and seeing how different and how similar each of them are.  Unfortunatly though when little ones get together they can pass on their sicknesses to one another.  I just found out that one of the girls in our group has roseola or baby measles and the another one just got it as well.  I am keeping my fingers crossed that Ewan doesn't end up getting it, but I am not very hopeful.  He has had a runny nose all day and I can hear him coughing and sneezing in his sleep.  Hopefully all he has is the cold his father and I just got over and that is it.  The poor guy just got two needles on Thursday he doesn't need to end up with Roseola as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10081358-110827114421565304?l=myrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/110827114421565304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10081358&amp;postID=110827114421565304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10081358/posts/default/110827114421565304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10081358/posts/default/110827114421565304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrmom.blogspot.com/2005/02/roseola.html' title='Roseola'/><author><name>myrmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06595204497891391946</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-10081358.post-110827148999028037</id><published>2005-02-09T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T21:11:29.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ewan's new friend</title><content type='html'>Well my bestfriend Teresa finally had her baby on Tuesday February 8, 2004.  She had a little girl just as I predicted.  I truly wish people would believe me when I tell them I can predict the sex of their baby by doing the pendulum.  I have yet to be wrong, I think it is my true calling in life.  Well we shall see for sure when Kathryn has her baby.  If I am right with her as well I will have to go into the gender prediction business.  So back to Teresa and her baby, she had a little girl and they named her Bronwyn Marcia and she is beautiful.  She weighed 7lbs 14oz just like Ewan did only she was a bit shorter coming in at 20.5 inches to Ewan's 22 inches.  I am so looking forward to watching our little ones get older together and having lots of fun together over the years.  Hopefully like their mommys they will be friends for a long time to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10081358-110827148999028037?l=myrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/110827148999028037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10081358&amp;postID=110827148999028037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10081358/posts/default/110827148999028037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10081358/posts/default/110827148999028037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrmom.blogspot.com/2005/02/ewans-new-friend.html' title='Ewan&apos;s new friend'/><author><name>myrmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06595204497891391946</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-10081358.post-110640562669985952</id><published>2005-01-22T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T06:54:03.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah Margeritas</title><content type='html'>Well I finally went out and had a few last night. It has been a long time since I have had anything more then just one glass of wine here or there. It was great fun, I had a blast. I think the last time I had more then one or two glasses of wine was at my brothers wedding in June 2003. The best part about waiting that long is that I didn't need a ton to feel off my rocker. It was also great to just get out and be with friends. We went with a couple from my pre natal class who we have become friends with and who's daughter is 9 days older then Ewan. I think they had a pretty good time as well. We talked about everything from our babies, to religion, to media, to god knows what else and of course as the drinks were pouring the stories were getting better and better. I would love to be able to get out like this at least once a month. I love being a mom with all my heart but i'm started to realize that I need to be me and just me as well. Ewan is almost six and half months so it's time to take a mommy day out now and then, or even better yet a mommy night out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10081358-110640562669985952?l=myrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/110640562669985952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10081358&amp;postID=110640562669985952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10081358/posts/default/110640562669985952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10081358/posts/default/110640562669985952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrmom.blogspot.com/2005/01/ah-margeritas.html' title='Ah Margeritas'/><author><name>myrmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06595204497891391946</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-10081358.post-110582457658327045</id><published>2005-01-15T13:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T13:29:36.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 months old</title><content type='html'>Well it was Ewan's 6 month birthday yesterday, and i'm truly amazed by this.  Every time he gets older and does a new thing it is bittersweet for me.  I love the fact that he is getting bigger and doing more stuff but it makes me realize how quickly it all goes by.  Soon my long awaited baby will not be a baby anymore.  I guess that is why some people have so many children, I already want to be pregnant again.  I wonder if I will still feel the same way after baby number two.  Though it sometimes makes me sad that he will never be my newborn anymore I marvel at all the new things he is learning.  It truly amazes me that one little human being can learn so much in such a short amount of time.  I think this is what drives the human race onward, that we can still be in awe and amazed by babies.  If we ever got bored with them the world would die out pretty quickly.  I just don't see that ever happening, besides the amazement there is the absoulute love, a feeling I never knew could exist until Ewan was born.  Happy six month birthday Bunny Boy, your mommy loves you more then anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10081358-110582457658327045?l=myrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/110582457658327045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10081358&amp;postID=110582457658327045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10081358/posts/default/110582457658327045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10081358/posts/default/110582457658327045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrmom.blogspot.com/2005/01/6-months-old.html' title='6 months old'/><author><name>myrmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06595204497891391946</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-10081358.post-110580704041286660</id><published>2005-01-10T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-15T08:37:20.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy belated birthday</title><content type='html'>Happy Belated birthday to me! I can not believe I am 30 years old now. It doesn't feel any different from 29, but then birthdays rarely feel different from the day before.It is a strange concept though to think of myself in my thirties, especially since my dh is only 23. Speaking of my husband he did a wonderful job on my birthday. He sent me beautiful flowers that arrived in the morning and then he had friends and family over in the evening for a birthday celebration and potluck dinner. He collected money for me as well so I can go out and buy myself a new leather jacket, something that I really want. My godmother did a wondeful thing for me as well, she donated to the tsunami relief fund in my name which I thought was a beautiful gift. I got to have my dairy queen ice cream cake and lots of good food and of course the best gift ever my son Ewan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10081358-110580704041286660?l=myrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/110580704041286660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10081358&amp;postID=110580704041286660' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10081358/posts/default/110580704041286660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10081358/posts/default/110580704041286660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrmom.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-belated-birthday.html' title='Happy belated birthday'/><author><name>myrmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06595204497891391946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10081358.post-110542368897211052</id><published>2005-01-08T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T22:08:08.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleep issues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a class="pn-normal" href="http://www.pregnancyandbaby.com/blogs/modules.php?op=modload&amp;name=News&amp;amp;file=index&amp;catid=&amp;amp;topic=17"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are having Serious sleeping issues with Ewan. From the time he was 8 weeks old till he was about 5 months he was sleeping through the night.He would sleep anywhere from 8 to 10 hours a night and sometimes would even go longer. Then all of a sudden in the beginning of Decemeber he started sleeping in shorter stretches, generally about 4 or 5 hours. I do not want to let my son just lie there and cry all night so I am trying to find different methods to get him back to sleep, cuz I don't think he is hungry as he nurses about 2-3 min and falls asleep. I have tried rocking him and patting his back and giving him water. I have tried introducing a lovey and a special blanket. He was doing a bit better, sleeping aprox 5-7 hours for his first stretch, but now it's getting worse. I started him on solids on the 28th of December and I have noticed an increase in his gassiness so I am wondering if maybe he is getting an upset stomache from something. Last night he had his banana's at around 5:30 and he was up every two hours. Maybe the banana's are bothering him. I wish I knew what to do becasue I'm finding myself at my wits end. I will stop the banana's for a few days and see what that does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10081358-110542368897211052?l=myrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/110542368897211052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10081358&amp;postID=110542368897211052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10081358/posts/default/110542368897211052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10081358/posts/default/110542368897211052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrmom.blogspot.com/2005/01/sleep-issues.html' title='sleep issues'/><author><name>myrmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06595204497891391946</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-10081358.post-110542354648696814</id><published>2005-01-07T22:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T22:05:46.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>Hi! My Name is Maggie and I'm almost 30 years old. I'm Married to my bestfriend Chris who is 23 years old.We met in January of 2000 and got married in December of 2002. We have one son, Ewan who was born on July 14, 2004 and who is the love of my life. Every time I look at him my heart melts and the love grows stronger. He is my everything. Right now I am lucky enough to stay home with him full time. My maternity leave is up in September and I am trying to find away to stay home with him as I can't imagine leaving him everyday. If I do go back to work it will be part time and he will be staying with either Daddy or Grandma so I know he will just fine. I'm not so sure if I will be though. Chris and I are hoping to get pregnant again next fall and then hopefully adopt a third child in about five years. So this is my intro, hopefully I will be able to continue to post here and elaborate as my life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10081358-110542354648696814?l=myrmom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myrmom.blogspot.com/feeds/110542354648696814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10081358&amp;postID=110542354648696814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10081358/posts/default/110542354648696814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10081358/posts/default/110542354648696814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myrmom.blogspot.com/2005/01/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>myrmom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06595204497891391946</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></feed>
