tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35934606172155466932024-03-13T08:25:25.819-07:00look who's blogging...Stellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12797177568841546300noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593460617215546693.post-21939175090025565642011-02-07T12:06:00.000-08:002011-02-07T12:11:04.509-08:00Catching Up!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/TVBRy8y_T3I/AAAAAAAAAMI/Ugc6-SM2fhU/s1600/DSC09571.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/TVBRy8y_T3I/AAAAAAAAAMI/Ugc6-SM2fhU/s320/DSC09571.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571042674812604274" /></a><br />Well that isn't exactly possible since it has been SOOOOOO long. I have decided to try something else out for 2011 since I am not a very good blogger. Check out my new website: http://thekuhnfamilyadventures.shutterfly.com/.<br /><br />No need to check my blog anymore, I am going to try to keep you up to date through my new website.<br /><br />Thanks for your patience.Stellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12797177568841546300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593460617215546693.post-64620316923524491112010-08-17T19:24:00.000-07:002010-08-17T19:56:02.166-07:00Keeps Going and Going and GoingWarning: if you get motion sickness you may not want to watch this. My favorite toy these days is a jumper and I LOVE to jump. <br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwNDSMLhEA0Zky7dedPVhR34w2O_5ul4mxeVR07sFdT5IXDIZuKCjBF60pHfBYxvf-YdynElFXo4L80ilpXGw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Stellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12797177568841546300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593460617215546693.post-30432950890750482532010-08-13T19:38:00.000-07:002010-08-14T11:52:27.438-07:00No, No, No!<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>It's so fun to shake to my head no, and it always gets lots of laughs. It all started with my Uncle Jake shaking his long, curly locks in my face. Then I realized that I could shake my head too even though I don't have long, curly locks yet.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br />July<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyHCqGeFFrmpHVppvukIhvsXGK6IKHuc1ObrELumtWHi-wrTMXWYQ2ZCKqov-rxswmxBjUNfWpxD_Q79xkFwg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/TGYFIe4LYjI/AAAAAAAAALw/7k0sLqsgroA/s1600/DSC07196.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/TGYFIe4LYjI/AAAAAAAAALw/7k0sLqsgroA/s320/DSC07196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505093237792793138" border="0" /></a><br />8/6 Uncle Jake<br /><br /></div>Stellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12797177568841546300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593460617215546693.post-25898397173122070322010-07-28T18:44:00.001-07:002010-07-28T19:04:06.168-07:00Somedays I Feel Like My LIfe is a Photoshoot...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/TFDf_8GAQPI/AAAAAAAAALo/zTiGg6U6rkM/s1600/DSC06899.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/TFDf_8GAQPI/AAAAAAAAALo/zTiGg6U6rkM/s320/DSC06899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499141434575438066" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/TFDf_v0EwBI/AAAAAAAAALg/XdUBsy43_Ws/s1600/DSC06888.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/TFDf_v0EwBI/AAAAAAAAALg/XdUBsy43_Ws/s320/DSC06888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499141431279009810" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/TFDf--tR2EI/AAAAAAAAALY/WIFJ71g5a0Y/s1600/DSC06869.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/TFDf--tR2EI/AAAAAAAAALY/WIFJ71g5a0Y/s320/DSC06869.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499141418097170498" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/TFDf-WPz8rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/bCk3nkWJIP0/s1600/DSC06831.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/TFDf-WPz8rI/AAAAAAAAALQ/bCk3nkWJIP0/s320/DSC06831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499141407236158130" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/TFDf97bkTUI/AAAAAAAAALI/86XFJGD0cWs/s1600/DSC06812.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/TFDf97bkTUI/AAAAAAAAALI/86XFJGD0cWs/s320/DSC06812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499141400037707074" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> 7/26</span><br /></div>Stellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12797177568841546300noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593460617215546693.post-44057590701010526562010-07-25T10:10:00.001-07:002010-07-25T11:49:58.717-07:00DJC Arrives<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/TEx0NuttU0I/AAAAAAAAAK4/XG7ueflCk3Q/s1600/DSC06692.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/TEx0NuttU0I/AAAAAAAAAK4/XG7ueflCk3Q/s320/DSC06692.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497897024339399490" border="0" /></a><br />7/16 At home in West Lake<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/TEx0NPKjXbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/OACUXRl702E/s1600/DSC06658.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/TEx0NPKjXbI/AAAAAAAAAKw/OACUXRl702E/s320/DSC06658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497897015870447026" border="0" /></a><br />7/16 Sleeping in his crib, clearly he doesn't take after his older cousin ;)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/TEx0Mnn87oI/AAAAAAAAAKo/LgKePlmAo7o/s1600/DSC06596.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/TEx0Mnn87oI/AAAAAAAAAKo/LgKePlmAo7o/s320/DSC06596.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497897005256339074" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/TEyExIvxuiI/AAAAAAAAALA/JsCWdnTlc5E/s1600/DSC06551.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 311px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/TEyExIvxuiI/AAAAAAAAALA/JsCWdnTlc5E/s320/DSC06551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497915224808864290" border="0" /></a>7/12 Hours old<br /><br /></div>I am so excited to show off my new cousin Daniel Joseph Coughlin. He arrived July 12 @<br />8:55 am. He was 6 lbs 9 oz and 19 inches long. At first I thought he was a toy because he was sleeping a lot but then I realized he is alive. I keep trying to get my hands on him but I have been unsuccessful. I guess I will have to wait until he isn't as fresh before I can play with him. I don't mind all of the attention he is getting as long as I get some of it too ;) Being a big cousin is a big deal and I just know we are going to be best buds.Stellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12797177568841546300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593460617215546693.post-7415065544681827442010-06-26T10:38:00.000-07:002010-07-13T18:06:13.174-07:00At last...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnEKPrkId0o/TD0JtazleKI/AAAAAAAAAIA/9CXhVNk6Hr0/s1600/DSC06365.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnEKPrkId0o/TD0JtazleKI/AAAAAAAAAIA/9CXhVNk6Hr0/s320/DSC06365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493557796356323490" border="0" /></a>7/4, Sporting our Red, White and Blue<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnEKPrkId0o/TD0MuoCf1RI/AAAAAAAAAII/DbMqIVguOEI/s1600/DSC06202.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnEKPrkId0o/TD0MuoCf1RI/AAAAAAAAAII/DbMqIVguOEI/s320/DSC06202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493561115623281938" border="0" /></a><br />6/30, First Boat Ride<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnEKPrkId0o/TD0JsYbVw_I/AAAAAAAAAHw/w9G9e7yzO9g/s1600/DSC05718.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 293px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnEKPrkId0o/TD0JsYbVw_I/AAAAAAAAAHw/w9G9e7yzO9g/s320/DSC05718.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493557778537890802" border="0" /></a>6/14, Eating Applesauce<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnEKPrkId0o/TD0Jr81zC0I/AAAAAAAAAHo/S2Sdf1jZ9HM/s1600/DSC05314.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jnEKPrkId0o/TD0Jr81zC0I/AAAAAAAAAHo/S2Sdf1jZ9HM/s320/DSC05314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493557771132668738" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">5/27, Baby C's Shower<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnEKPrkId0o/TD0JrRP0RJI/AAAAAAAAAHg/mSR5oTCZe44/s1600/DSC05189.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jnEKPrkId0o/TD0JrRP0RJI/AAAAAAAAAHg/mSR5oTCZe44/s320/DSC05189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493557759430640786" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">5/8, Dad's Graduation<br /><br /></div>So much has happened since my last post...<br /><br />My dad graduated law school and then we started packing our bags. I vacationed at Noanie and Papa Jeff's house for a couple weeks while my parents prepared my new room. Speaking of new room, I FINALLY have my own room and closets :) Turns out the secret to good sleep is having your own room. Yep you read that right I LOVE to sleep, day and night. I think I am catching up from all of those sleepless nights in Cincinnati.<br /><br />When I am not sleeping I am helping my mom unpack boxes and swimming at the neighborhood pool. It is just around the corner from my house so I get to go almost everyday. I even have my own fan club there, it is so refreshing to hang out with people my own age.<br /><br />I am crossing milestones off my list left and right, but I will save those for next time. Also I have to tell you all about my new cousin. I am just so busy!Stellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12797177568841546300noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593460617215546693.post-21010754842919960442010-05-19T17:09:00.000-07:002010-05-19T17:28:18.999-07:00Big News...I am moving to Toledo! I had enough of sharing my bedroom with my mom and dad, so off we go. I will be sad to leave my friends in Cincinnati, but excited to see our new friends too. Here are some pictures from the last month and now that my mommy won't be working for a little while, maybe she will do a better job of keeping you all updated.<br /><br />P.S. Can someone tell my parents that half birthdays are worth celebrating.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S_SAVKHhiGI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xANHaEoxLek/s1600/DSC04925.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S_SAVKHhiGI/AAAAAAAAAKY/xANHaEoxLek/s320/DSC04925.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473140548143515746" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Laughing at my mom! (4.30)<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S_SAUrG8JSI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/GfFZxqpXA50/s1600/DSC04717_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S_SAUrG8JSI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/GfFZxqpXA50/s320/DSC04717_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473140539819566370" border="0" /></a><br />Getting too big for my bucket, but I love the shower. (4.14)<br /> <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S_SAUE6BpOI/AAAAAAAAAKI/UHTC49Pw9xk/s1600/DSC04664.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S_SAUE6BpOI/AAAAAAAAAKI/UHTC49Pw9xk/s320/DSC04664.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473140529564853474" border="0" /></a><br />Eating cereal with pears and bananas. (4.7)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S_SATndGARI/AAAAAAAAAKA/mRY3Ip-I4uM/s1600/DSC04651_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S_SATndGARI/AAAAAAAAAKA/mRY3Ip-I4uM/s320/DSC04651_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473140521658876178" border="0" /></a><br />Drying off after bath time. (4.14)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S_SATG29-GI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/lyYc0zuNgpE/s1600/DSC04488_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S_SATG29-GI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/lyYc0zuNgpE/s320/DSC04488_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473140512909031522" border="0" /></a><br />Family photo on Easter Sunday. (4.4)<br /></div>Stellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12797177568841546300noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593460617215546693.post-231808040224510782010-05-02T18:49:00.001-07:002010-05-02T19:23:28.925-07:00My mom's funnier than your mom!My mom just cracks me up... enjoy the video!<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwn3lHAZ5pbglQB8RkCLchooUCfOMe8bLBi05BzfqhX1y2pMcLG9pyxsBjCrpyBRfsSAv8gqkRE7H64MNFc6w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Stellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12797177568841546300noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593460617215546693.post-57322866019516226782010-04-11T13:45:00.000-07:002010-04-11T14:14:24.619-07:00Life's A Beach Part II<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S8I7ABFMRbI/AAAAAAAAAJw/wRQCWGY3Mtc/s1600/DSC03492.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S8I7ABFMRbI/AAAAAAAAAJw/wRQCWGY3Mtc/s320/DSC03492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458990569802712498" border="0" /></a><br />Splashing in the pool<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S8I6_o1q-5I/AAAAAAAAAJo/2igeMWlJ8w0/s1600/DSC03895.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S8I6_o1q-5I/AAAAAAAAAJo/2igeMWlJ8w0/s320/DSC03895.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458990563295165330" border="0" /></a><br />Dinner on the beach<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S8I6_FXrQ-I/AAAAAAAAAJg/TC_8mBTE04U/s1600/DSC04198.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S8I6_FXrQ-I/AAAAAAAAAJg/TC_8mBTE04U/s320/DSC04198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458990553774113762" border="0" /></a><br /><br />My new hairstyle and shades<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S8I6-h9_lJI/AAAAAAAAAJY/LIC8c4T_Je0/s1600/DSC04257.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S8I6-h9_lJI/AAAAAAAAAJY/LIC8c4T_Je0/s320/DSC04257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458990544271152274" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Tummy time at the ocean<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S8I6-YAnZxI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/gUYx7XnR3Uc/s1600/DSC04398.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S8I6-YAnZxI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/gUYx7XnR3Uc/s320/DSC04398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458990541597796114" border="0" /></a><br />My last day in the sun<br /><br /></div>I couldn't fit all of my Florida stories and pictures into one post because I was there for 14 days. The second week was just as fun as the first. I learned how to splash in the pool, take naps on the pool deck and fall asleep to the sound of the ocean. Tummy time is much more fun when you have a view of the ocean. I can hold my head up all by myself now, love to stick everything into my mouth, especially other people's fingers, and am starting to get bored of this whole napping thing.Stellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12797177568841546300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593460617215546693.post-49899294505885841612010-04-06T18:23:00.000-07:002010-04-11T14:15:43.754-07:00Life's a Beach Part I<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S8I0RFF1gjI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Qav-hAmkXG0/s1600/DSC03353.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S8I0RFF1gjI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Qav-hAmkXG0/s320/DSC03353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458983166355538482" border="0" /></a><br />Walking on the beach<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S8I0QewbYNI/AAAAAAAAAJA/UtuMnjduEBc/s1600/DSC03120.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S8I0QewbYNI/AAAAAAAAAJA/UtuMnjduEBc/s320/DSC03120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458983156065198290" border="0" /></a><br />My new toy<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S8I0QMd_pJI/AAAAAAAAAI4/aKnYlW4vRaY/s1600/DSC02949.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S8I0QMd_pJI/AAAAAAAAAI4/aKnYlW4vRaY/s320/DSC02949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458983151156044946" border="0" /></a><br />Hanging out by the pool<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S8I0Po2vOZI/AAAAAAAAAIw/sLo8y8eBZUE/s1600/DSC02820.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S8I0Po2vOZI/AAAAAAAAAIw/sLo8y8eBZUE/s320/DSC02820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458983141596150162" border="0" /></a>Baby blues<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S8I0PHDoq1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/82pXvOHBCVM/s1600/DSC02674.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S8I0PHDoq1I/AAAAAAAAAIo/82pXvOHBCVM/s320/DSC02674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458983132523440978" border="0" /></a><br />My new sun hat, and a little drool<br /><br /></div>Another successful plane ride, and by successful I mean I blew out my diaper again. There is just something about being up in the air that really relaxes my tummy. I discovered a new toy, my feet. I suspect they have been there all along, but covered up. I could go on and on about all of the fun I had in Florida, but I think pictures do it more justice.Stellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12797177568841546300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593460617215546693.post-88823841133810841982010-03-28T18:24:00.000-07:002010-03-28T18:47:47.165-07:00Windy City<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S7AGWJDNAQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/v9ABQY_LIt8/s1600/DSC02554.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S7AGWJDNAQI/AAAAAAAAAIc/v9ABQY_LIt8/s320/DSC02554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453866126201913602" border="0" /></a><br />Ben and Ellie, who my mom babysit/practiced on<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S7AD9rDHt2I/AAAAAAAAAIM/zV26pgRwVVk/s1600/DSC02571.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S7AD9rDHt2I/AAAAAAAAAIM/zV26pgRwVVk/s320/DSC02571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453863506808387426" border="0" /></a><br />Kathryn, hostess with the mostest<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S7AD9PxA5wI/AAAAAAAAAIE/xZ4dENoP1Vc/s1600/DSC02561.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S7AD9PxA5wI/AAAAAAAAAIE/xZ4dENoP1Vc/s320/DSC02561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453863499484686082" border="0" /></a><br />Liz, the one who got me to laugh<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S7AD8alFKUI/AAAAAAAAAH0/WHxgipm8ZKs/s1600/DSC02510.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S7AD8alFKUI/AAAAAAAAAH0/WHxgipm8ZKs/s320/DSC02510.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453863485207554370" border="0" /></a><br />Uncle Wobbie, an old favorite<br /><br /></div>Sorry for going so long without posting but I have had a busy month. It kicked off with a trip to Chicago, my first LONG car trip. I stayed out way past my bedtime, got to meet lots of mom and dad's college friends and I even laughed out loud for the first time!Stellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12797177568841546300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593460617215546693.post-26343864540279329612010-03-03T18:18:00.000-08:002010-03-03T18:53:16.886-08:003 months...<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S48dvfmbJQI/AAAAAAAAAHk/L3uvx3zxi34/s1600-h/DSC02126.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S48dvfmbJQI/AAAAAAAAAHk/L3uvx3zxi34/s320/DSC02126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444603176287937794" border="0" /></a><br />Poppin' my collar Miami-style... NBD<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S48dunaL1FI/AAAAAAAAAHc/HXXs8A_AxZ4/s1600-h/DSC02385_2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S48dunaL1FI/AAAAAAAAAHc/HXXs8A_AxZ4/s320/DSC02385_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444603161204216914" border="0" /></a><br />Take that Doc, don't yell at my mommy<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S48duG7-S_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/Bpro8rbljIA/s1600-h/DSC02049.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S48duG7-S_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/Bpro8rbljIA/s320/DSC02049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444603152487566322" border="0" /></a><br />Bumbo Seat, looking a little squished<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S48dtdJRIOI/AAAAAAAAAHE/nnxemF2bs-I/s1600-h/DSC01973.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S48dtdJRIOI/AAAAAAAAAHE/nnxemF2bs-I/s320/DSC01973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444603141269037282" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">All you can eat pancake breakfast at the Ferris's<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S48eUiIpgvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/V0xMOQU0M3A/s1600-h/DSC01921.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S48eUiIpgvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/V0xMOQU0M3A/s320/DSC01921.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444603812623516402" border="0" /></a><br />Play date with J.J.<br /><br /></div>Believe it or not I am already 3 months old and of course my list of accomplishments keeps growing. At my 3 month checkup I got 3 immunizations which were supposed to make me a little crabby, but I am a strong girl and didn't have any side effects. However, my mom got yelled at by the Dr. because she isn't helping me with my tummy time and since then I have been spending A LOT of time on my belly. I think I will be rolling over and crawling in no time. I can now support all of my weight on my legs, hold my head up and prefer to sit up vs. laying back. I am starting to like my own space and enjoy kicking back on my play mat and playing with my Pink Poodle Lala. I tried to hold a boy's hand, to see video check out his blog: http://skeldonfamilyadventures.blogspot.com/2010/02/jjs-first-valentine-and-playtime.htmlStellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12797177568841546300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593460617215546693.post-29159120262687384032010-02-16T18:21:00.000-08:002010-02-16T18:56:30.559-08:00All Smiles from the Mile High City<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S3tY1IJl13I/AAAAAAAAAG8/kbEEqLQi8lM/s1600-h/DSC01859.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S3tY1IJl13I/AAAAAAAAAG8/kbEEqLQi8lM/s320/DSC01859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439038644724029298" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S3tY0z5xOuI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Ucxm7VwEq1A/s1600-h/DSC01845.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S3tY0z5xOuI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Ucxm7VwEq1A/s320/DSC01845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439038639288957666" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S3tY0ZuKgQI/AAAAAAAAAGs/rpZ564fVvZU/s1600-h/DSC01839.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S3tY0ZuKgQI/AAAAAAAAAGs/rpZ564fVvZU/s320/DSC01839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439038632260960514" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S3tY0Aujc8I/AAAAAAAAAGk/M70Ba8A6ngo/s1600-h/DSC01830.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S3tY0Aujc8I/AAAAAAAAAGk/M70Ba8A6ngo/s320/DSC01830.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439038625551709122" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Who takes an eleven-week old baby on a plane? Seriously? Of course, it turned out the flight was uneventful, well sort of. I decided to sleep, eat and smile almost the entire way there. I was just as pleasant on the way home, other than a really nasty blowout of my diaper. Mom and dad had to change me on their laps, bu thankfully the other person in our row was a really nice man with 4 kids of his own. He understood. However, the stewardess did give mom a dirty look when she handed over the plastic bag full of dirty diaper and the onesie that I ruined.<br /><br />While we were in Denver, we stayed with Emily and Nick Sass and their dog Dorsey. They were great hosts and we loved the city. Dad got to go skiing and mom and I had no problem staying behind and supporting the Denver retail industry. It was really sunny and beautiful all weekend and we all had a lot of fun seeing how things are in the Rocky Mountains. On Saturday I got to meet mom's oldest friend Jen and that night I got to sleep under a table while the adults went out to a nice Valentine's Day dinner.<br /><br />Good thing we got home when we did because it has been snowing in Cincinnati ever since. Dad has had 2 snow days and has discovered new tricks to get me to smile and even giggle. Of course the giggle happened in between takes but I promise I will let them capture it on camera once I feel more comfortable.<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz2GxnQfu5ohGcZR5IhBXcIbJzNxiOXzldfZ0cXuNEyDFaJ3XNcoC5z_G8ODK4dGFcaPS53d1YUUwDvmmyAtg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Stellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12797177568841546300noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593460617215546693.post-39740683238393773362010-02-09T13:17:00.000-08:002010-02-09T14:25:11.264-08:002 Months and Counting<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S3HYNob3NHI/AAAAAAAAAGc/gCklEWkm_Wg/s1600-h/DSC01761.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S3HYNob3NHI/AAAAAAAAAGc/gCklEWkm_Wg/s320/DSC01761.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436363953917080690" border="0" /></a> Staring at daddy on his snow day (2/9)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S3HYNfJWePI/AAAAAAAAAGU/fTGmlgVFwlU/s1600-h/DSC01642.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S3HYNfJWePI/AAAAAAAAAGU/fTGmlgVFwlU/s320/DSC01642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436363951423518962" border="0" /></a><br /> Hanging out in my crib on my two-month birthday (1/28)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S3HYNJ0ZwjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/4LPW8gD5ToY/s1600-h/DSC01532.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S3HYNJ0ZwjI/AAAAAAAAAGM/4LPW8gD5ToY/s320/DSC01532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436363945698509362" border="0" /></a><br /> Sucking on my thumb during tummy time (1/19)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S3HXfLJ-QVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/kV6LY4B4cC4/s1600-h/DSC01493.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S3HXfLJ-QVI/AAAAAAAAAGE/kV6LY4B4cC4/s320/DSC01493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436363155783434578" border="0" /></a><br /> All bundled up ready for a walk (1/14)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S3HXeiukuvI/AAAAAAAAAF8/jTiIsvTHAPI/s1600-h/DSC01638.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S3HXeiukuvI/AAAAAAAAAF8/jTiIsvTHAPI/s320/DSC01638.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436363144931097330" border="0" /></a><br /> Mommy's trick to get me to sleep in my crib (1/27)<br /><br />My life has changed so much since I was born. I can add sleeping in my crib to things I have already accomplished (after numerous failed attempts and tricks found on the www, the trick that worked is shown above.) In the past couple of weeks I have visited with baby friends, had a special out-of-town babysitter so my parents could go to law school prom, gone to Louisville, the grocery store, Costco, and LPK... 2 months and already a social butterfly! And I am off to Denver this weekend. Yep you heard it right I am taking my first plane ride to the mile high city. My parents are crazy, huh?<br />As you can tell from my pictures, I am eating much more these days, between 5-7 ounces every 4 hours. My favorite things to do these days are to go on car rides, suck on my hand and thumb, smile and watch mommy and daddy make silly faces at me (fish lips is my new favorite). It's only a matter of time before I begin to giggle. And Facebook. And Tweet. And go on dates. And talk back.Stellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12797177568841546300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593460617215546693.post-2211087973204922522010-01-19T16:50:00.000-08:002010-01-20T18:30:27.170-08:00The Bucket...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S1ZVfTVEIdI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ayeLbzXsfRI/s1600-h/DSC01485.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S1ZVfTVEIdI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ayeLbzXsfRI/s320/DSC01485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428620397094642130" border="0" /></a><br />Many of you know about my living arrangements and for those of you who don't, there is NO bath tub! One of mommys friends found the perfect solution, the bucket bath. This video is for all of you skeptics out there. I LOVE my bucket, it reminds me of being nice and cozy pre-birth. This is now part of my new nightly routine as mom and dad are searching for some sort of schedule, ok mostly my type A mom. My routine starts with a bottle, then the bucket, next a baby message, then a book and finally some time rocking in my chair. So far this new routine has contibuted many sweet dreams for me and my parents. <iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwjc2MP2wygFOw7u7basUs9OyCJXzwc5e5GGwU7Zu7-hUT4v8AOJtZr68eXBFUZ1AQUoO8k0_k7p3v_DCKyIg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Stellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12797177568841546300noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593460617215546693.post-9635435929391531472010-01-11T14:15:00.000-08:002010-01-11T14:32:02.400-08:00Stella's Firsts<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S0umYkP_5gI/AAAAAAAAAFs/74pOxOqNVqg/s1600-h/DSC01403.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S0umYkP_5gI/AAAAAAAAAFs/74pOxOqNVqg/s320/DSC01403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425613117075744258" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S0umYIqhIiI/AAAAAAAAAFk/UtAaheZNUYo/s1600-h/DSC01457.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S0umYIqhIiI/AAAAAAAAAFk/UtAaheZNUYo/s320/DSC01457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425613109670781474" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S0umX9LT1ZI/AAAAAAAAAFc/u8xmdcrJQls/s1600-h/DSC01357.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S0umX9LT1ZI/AAAAAAAAAFc/u8xmdcrJQls/s320/DSC01357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425613106587096466" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S0umXaJEewI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ShpMfJyOiSY/s1600-h/DSC01477.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S0umXaJEewI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ShpMfJyOiSY/s320/DSC01477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425613097182460674" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S0umXE2gA8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/Ul-cbjxBAIQ/s1600-h/DSC01056_2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S0umXE2gA8I/AAAAAAAAAFM/Ul-cbjxBAIQ/s320/DSC01056_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425613091467428802" border="0" /></a><br />So I'm six weeks old now and have already accomplished quite a few things:<br />- Slept through the night<br />- Took a bath<br />- Had a diaper blowout<br />- Went on a road trip to Cleveland<br />- Went on a road trip to Toledo<br />- Rolled over (mommy thinks daddy helped me, but I did it all on my own!)<br />- Shopped at Nordstrom<br />- Went out to breakfast at Echo with mom and dad<br />- Rode a two-wheeler (just kidding)<br />- Smiled at mommy when she made funny noises with her tongue<br />- Had the sniffles<br />- Forgot to go to my one month doctor's appointment<br />- Played in the snow<br />- Met a cute older boy and let him hold me<br />Mom and dad are hoping that "slept in my crib" is the next thing to add to the list, but I really like sleeping in my lamb seat for now. Here are some more pictures!Stellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12797177568841546300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593460617215546693.post-72668853714999903602010-01-04T14:17:00.000-08:002010-01-04T15:37:56.481-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S0J7lQ6jSTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/9tF24fz9qX4/s1600-h/DSC01047.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S0J7lQ6jSTI/AAAAAAAAAFE/9tF24fz9qX4/s320/DSC01047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423032781433424178" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S0J7lFGhrfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Ih_k6jT_eJw/s1600-h/DSC00925.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S0J7lFGhrfI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Ih_k6jT_eJw/s320/DSC00925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423032778262425074" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S0J7klzzxrI/AAAAAAAAAE0/lzSgWXa-Q4o/s1600-h/DSC00814.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S0J7klzzxrI/AAAAAAAAAE0/lzSgWXa-Q4o/s320/DSC00814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423032769862420146" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S0J7kITVc2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/VjmEXBPTFgc/s1600-h/DSC00789.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S0J7kITVc2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/VjmEXBPTFgc/s320/DSC00789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423032761941586786" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S0J7jtZA3TI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ltD7zqnCWtY/s1600-h/DSC00768.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/S0J7jtZA3TI/AAAAAAAAAEk/ltD7zqnCWtY/s320/DSC00768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423032754717646130" border="0" /></a><br />All my apologies for taking so much time off between blog postings... Looking back at my old posts, it's funny to see what I was writing about on December 13th. I mean, I'm a month old now.. twice as old now as I was then. I don't want to use all of my stories and material on my first blog back, but I'll give you a quick summary of what you've missed and here are some pics of me in my Christmas gear.<br />First, Gigi and Pops came to town, we celebrated Christmas early, and opened up some presents! Then, Mom, Dad, and I went on an extended vacation to Noanie and Papa Jeff's. It was nice to get out of the apartment but for some reason it wasn't the first vacation I had envisioned. I was thinking beach and I got Toledo. That's okay.. we still had fun.<br />All of mom and dad's friends showed up to meet me the very same night we arrived. There are so many perks being the first baby born to both sets of grandparents and of all of my parents' friends. I am a hot ticket. I am in demand. People buy me stuff and want to hold me. It feels good to be loved.<br />I met a lot of my dad's crazy family on Christmas Eve and now I know where Aunt Jenny learned how to (or how not to) control the volume of her voice. I don't think there were ever less than 5 people talking at the same time and somehow they all understand each other. Aunt Jenny also helped out when I took my first real bath and was always around to help take pictures of my pretty face.<br />On Christmas Day, Santa found us in Toledo and we got to open presents. Uncle Joe and Aunt Jeana stayed over night and both of them practiced on me so they can get ready for their baby who is due in July!! I can't wait to have a little cousin who I can show the ropes to and cause trouble with.<br />Then we went out to a Japanese steakhouse for dad's birthday and I was such a good girl sitting in my pumpkin seat while they ate. The waitress thought mom looked so good for just having a baby, she asked her "where you fit her?" Everyone thought that was really funny.<br />After that, Noanie and Papa Jeff went on a trip to Florida and I helped mom and dad make sure that Uncle Jake didn't have a New Year's Eve party. He's such a rascal, but he was good at making me stop crying when nobody else could.<br />Finally, we got kicked out and had to come back to Cincinnati. That's okay though. I haven't been back here in what feels like a lifetime. Stay tuned for my next post.Stellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12797177568841546300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593460617215546693.post-12643898032787160442009-12-13T09:55:00.000-08:002009-12-13T11:09:23.609-08:00My Second Week<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/SyU7o8iOvaI/AAAAAAAAADg/2yPdBgJpC6E/s1600-h/DSC00577.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/SyU7o8iOvaI/AAAAAAAAADg/2yPdBgJpC6E/s320/DSC00577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414799701613395362" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/SyU6qMLTg0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/GI_cR2Twgww/s1600-h/DSC00627.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/SyU6qMLTg0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/GI_cR2Twgww/s320/DSC00627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414798623480447810" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/SyU6pm9pK_I/AAAAAAAAADI/rwrxVeDme7A/s1600-h/DSC00675.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/SyU6pm9pK_I/AAAAAAAAADI/rwrxVeDme7A/s320/DSC00675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414798613491035122" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/SyU6peDh34I/AAAAAAAAADA/SfzMtxpTX3o/s1600-h/DSC00684.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/SyU6peDh34I/AAAAAAAAADA/SfzMtxpTX3o/s320/DSC00684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414798611099803522" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/SyU6pLgYcMI/AAAAAAAAAC4/17OZzS4TFmc/s1600-h/DSC00699.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/SyU6pLgYcMI/AAAAAAAAAC4/17OZzS4TFmc/s320/DSC00699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414798606120546498" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />What a big week at home! We went to the doctor and I gained almost a whole pound since I left the hospital. I keep both of my eyes open now instead of just one. I have been learning how to use my hands to scratch myself. I love to move my legs around and don't like being swaddled anymore. I'm learning to hold me neck up already. Unfortunately, I also picked up a few bad habits this week. I decided I like sleeping in my bouncy seat instead of my Moses basket and I really like falling asleep in mom's arms. Noanie came this week to help my mom take care of me so my dad could get some sleep and study for exams. Sometimes when I am ornery, dad tells me about the classes he's taking and it puts me right to sleep. Law school sounds boring. I turned two weeks old yesterday and we celebrated by going to a holiday party. It was a lot of fun and everybody thought I looked really cute in my little red holiday party dress. Today we are going to the grocery store. After dad finishes finals on Tuesday, Christmas vacation starts and we're going to get out into the hustle and bustle. I need to finish my holiday shopping and maybe pick up a little something for myself.Stellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12797177568841546300noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593460617215546693.post-50240919662664101662009-12-07T15:24:00.000-08:002009-12-07T15:48:10.867-08:00Big City Visitors<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/Sx2T_6HbC5I/AAAAAAAAACw/DOgVUsUVrtc/s1600-h/DSC00525.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/Sx2T_6HbC5I/AAAAAAAAACw/DOgVUsUVrtc/s400/DSC00525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412645053310634898" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/Sx2T_kTJ35I/AAAAAAAAACo/GbPUu7UMXuo/s1600-h/DSC00529.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/Sx2T_kTJ35I/AAAAAAAAACo/GbPUu7UMXuo/s400/DSC00529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412645047454261138" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/Sx2T_CkgwxI/AAAAAAAAACg/e2F9JohroAo/s1600-h/DSC00532.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/Sx2T_CkgwxI/AAAAAAAAACg/e2F9JohroAo/s400/DSC00532.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412645038400258834" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/Sx2T-56ieeI/AAAAAAAAACY/0lOLWslZZi4/s1600-h/DSC00536.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/Sx2T-56ieeI/AAAAAAAAACY/0lOLWslZZi4/s400/DSC00536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412645036076726754" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/Sx2T-oGTUKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/wbGa66mCXvc/s1600-h/DSC00549.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/Sx2T-oGTUKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/wbGa66mCXvc/s400/DSC00549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412645031294226594" border="0" /></a><br />What a fun first weekend at home! First, Great Aunt Becky, Whitney, and Peyton stopped by on Saturday to meet me (they wanted to take me home with them). And Aunt Julia and Uncle Andy came and visited from New York and helped my mom and dad out. I can't believe how many relatives I have and something tells me there are a lot more that I haven't met yet. Aunt Julia is really good at helping me go to the bathroom. Every time she held me I took a nice big loud dump just to let her know how happy I was that she came. And Uncle Andy cooked mom and dad some delicious pasta and soup. Hopefully I was a good girl and made a good impression because I really want a cousin to visit in New York!Stellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12797177568841546300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593460617215546693.post-89400068762682721152009-12-02T18:41:00.000-08:002009-12-02T19:31:23.800-08:00My Video DebutAunt Jenny and Uncle Jacob stopped by tonight to hang out with me.. check out the video!<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwEE06aUEIHO91wH1XklfBtMXuBSgttQ6PmpkB3pe5jKgsAGg4ICzoGGTGRznXMdUzcUEjTUtLzQnyCnmOe7Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Stellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12797177568841546300noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593460617215546693.post-89556212171600241022009-12-01T13:58:00.000-08:002009-12-01T15:03:49.776-08:00My First Few Days<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/SxWgzkhZ_OI/AAAAAAAAACI/GQalv01eLqk/s1600/CarSeat.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/SxWgzkhZ_OI/AAAAAAAAACI/GQalv01eLqk/s320/CarSeat.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410407335193083106" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/SxWgzA0vKQI/AAAAAAAAACA/CDuGnSOB_k0/s1600/Headshot.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/SxWgzA0vKQI/AAAAAAAAACA/CDuGnSOB_k0/s320/Headshot.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410407325610486018" border="0" /></a><br />This blogging stuff is soooo much easier from outside of the womb. I don't want to get into the gross details, but there were some things about trying to type from inside there that were a little complicated.<br />By now, some of you have heard the story that mom and dad went Christmas shopping at midnight madness on black Friday in an effort to induce labor. And it worked. But that's not the whole story. A few months back, mom and dad were talking about the ideal day for me to arrive and settled on November 28th because it was after Thanksgiving, still in November, and on the weekend so everyone could come visit without hassle. As the first born granddaughter on both sides of the family, I didn't want to disappoint so I made it happen.<br />Mom started having really bad contractions on Friday night at about 8 and by 2am dad called the doctor for some advice. He told them to get to the hospital, but when we showed up and after walking around the 3rd floor for an hour, nothing was happening other than mom being in a lot of pain. So, the nurse gave her two Ambien, smacked her on the butt, and sent her on her way. Apparently the Ambien was supposed to knock out the pain if it was false labor. But if it was real labor, the nurse said "she will know it." By 10am, she knew it. Back at the hospital, the laps around the 3rd floor started working and mom was 5cm at around 1pm. That was good news, because it meant the epidural could be administered and the worst pain of mom's life was over.<br />By 6pm Saturday night, the doctor showed up and it was time for mom to start pushing me out the slide. It was not fun. I got smushed. I could not breathe. I was covered in goo. I turned purple. But I clean up nice. At 7:59 I arrived and by 8:30, I was already looking good.<br />After a lot of time meeting crazy aunts and uncles, grandmas and grandpas and a great grandpa, we wanted to leave the hospital. The doctor said I was ready to go and we were home Monday at 4, less than 48 hours after I graced the world with my presence. Since we've been home, I've been doing a good job eating and napping and thanks to help from Grandma Ellen, my mom and dad have gotten some sleep too. Tomorrow I go to the doctor for my first checkup.<br />Now that I'm on the outside, you can expect more regular blog postings so make sure to keep checking!Stellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12797177568841546300noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593460617215546693.post-90101734243051834182009-11-29T11:24:00.000-08:002009-11-29T11:30:32.847-08:00At last!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/SxLL0O1LkUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/fB6LZNfkkTk/s1600/DSC00223.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/SxLL0O1LkUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/fB6LZNfkkTk/s400/DSC00223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409610200620175682" border="0" /></a><br />Hello to all of my blog-fans... I'm finally here. I graced the world with my presence at 7:59pm on Saturday November 28th, 10 days early of my miscalculated due date. Those doctors don't know what they're talking about. Can't wait to meet all of you and I hope you enjoy the picture. It's a little clearer than the last one.Stellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12797177568841546300noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593460617215546693.post-53371157716424614092009-11-28T13:13:00.000-08:002009-11-28T13:35:23.502-08:00On my way...So mom and dad woke up at 2am on Friday morning and went shopping at the outlets in the hopes that it would induce labor. Well, it worked! Check out our digs and think about me because I should be arriving by this evening.<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dysRZsRjW3fO5f0y8NDPYErih1udKIP27lTroHs2DICRlpXKvlNWqHrcDlu7NUf87HS1yUx0xZeCo1yESBfSg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Stellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12797177568841546300noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593460617215546693.post-82562687652921339212009-11-24T18:07:00.000-08:002009-11-24T18:44:38.087-08:00Longest two weeks evvverrrr<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/SwyZx9djRNI/AAAAAAAAABw/AL7D9JzvoSc/s1600/DSC00132.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/SwyZx9djRNI/AAAAAAAAABw/AL7D9JzvoSc/s320/DSC00132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407866336156271826" border="0" /></a><br />I understand that everyone has to go through this, but good lord these days are crawling by. I don't get it. My head is positioned really low. Most of the cheesy substance is falling off my skin. I figured they call it full term for a reason. I'm ready. My mom is ready. She packed her hospital bag. She made my dad install the car seat base. He might have done it wrong, but that's not the point of this blog posting. The point is that I don't want a Christmas birthday. I don't want people to just lump me together with baby Jesus and give me a double gift for Christmas. Double gifts are the worst. I want my own day with my own cake and I don't want to have to blow out candles on a pumpkin pie. I don't want my birth announcement to be red and green.<br />But wouldn't it just figure that mom and dad already put up the Christmas tree. They've already been listening to the "Sounds of the Season" music channel on TV. If I hear The Carpenters' "Home for the Holidays" one more time, I don't know what I'm going to do. And it's not even December.Stellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12797177568841546300noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3593460617215546693.post-59811541776907698402009-11-11T19:14:00.000-08:002009-11-11T19:29:20.954-08:00Showered with love<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/SvuA7Xm2hfI/AAAAAAAAABo/mzM78V7W5fQ/s1600-h/DSC00033.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OBYpxld6zrU/SvuA7Xm2hfI/AAAAAAAAABo/mzM78V7W5fQ/s320/DSC00033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403053935398651378" border="0" /></a><br />As you can see, I have accumulated quite the collection of baby stuff. Many thanks to all of my parents' friends and our family for their generosity! I am also generous. In fact, I am so generous that I have decided to share my bedroom with my parents until they find a room of their own. But with the limited space, I'm not sure where they're going to sleep once I arrive. I hope they don't think I'm going to be okay with Sportscenter before bed every night. And it looks like my roommates are a little messy. My thoughts are that with the way that air mattress technology has come along, they might want to think about setting one up in the family room.Stellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12797177568841546300noreply@blogger.com2