<?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-3420681404270016489</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:01:30.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's My World!</title><subtitle type='html'>This is my life as a mommy.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</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>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-1617538412193347506</id><published>2011-04-10T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T12:04:48.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit Me</title><content type='html'>I have started another blog. while tring to keep up with this blog I will be writing another blog. If interested the url is http://changingmylifeforme.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-1617538412193347506?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/1617538412193347506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=1617538412193347506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/1617538412193347506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/1617538412193347506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2011/04/visit-me.html' title='Visit Me'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</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-3420681404270016489.post-6208059932260368280</id><published>2011-04-07T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T19:30:42.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nOMr8rSRISk/TZ5wD0lMXdI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/J7rjqHHnuls/s1600/642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nOMr8rSRISk/TZ5wD0lMXdI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/J7rjqHHnuls/s320/642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593030998197296594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-18DZoXbRz1M/TZ5wnglwCXI/AAAAAAAAAxY/HIcec_-X8Lg/s1600/637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-18DZoXbRz1M/TZ5wnglwCXI/AAAAAAAAAxY/HIcec_-X8Lg/s320/637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593031611306215794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know it has been way too long since my last blog. I've decided not to do blogs from the last post, instead to just give a little update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braylen is now three his birthday was at the beginning of February. We had a birthday party for him but unfortunately no one was able to come because of the weather. He loved it anyways. The kids even got to sleep on a mattress in the living room while watching Toy Story three. He goes to speech therapy every week. the therapist said that the only real speech problem that he has is his pronunciation. He does really well during the sessions. He loves having Alekisio and Isabelle to play with. He is really lost when they are not around. Him and Isabelle are literally twins, when they get along with each other they get along and when they fight they fight hard. It is entertaining really. Then there is him and Sio. They feed of each other really. They are calm apart but when they are together they are something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TGifcQ1WE_8/TZ5ywt1-G3I/AAAAAAAAAxg/qqZvagQrAR0/s1600/657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TGifcQ1WE_8/TZ5ywt1-G3I/AAAAAAAAAxg/qqZvagQrAR0/s320/657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593033968505985906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to me I am still in school. I will hopefully be done with LCCC by the end of this year and start Ashland University in the spring. I am still working at Kohl's 5 years this year. I will be glad when I have my career.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-6208059932260368280?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/6208059932260368280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=6208059932260368280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/6208059932260368280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/6208059932260368280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2011/04/hello-again.html' title='Hello again'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nOMr8rSRISk/TZ5wD0lMXdI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/J7rjqHHnuls/s72-c/642.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-5685064597446906884</id><published>2010-04-04T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T18:32:32.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Hair Cut</title><content type='html'>Uncle Walter talked me into getting Braylen's hair cut. I didn't really want to but before he came he talked me into it. After I was convinced I was a little excited on one hand I didn't want to cut off his curls but on the other I was sick of his hair being a mess. I don't like for him to look dirty and to me his hair being a mess made him look dirty. So we got his hair cut by the guy named Brandon who used to cut Walter's hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S7k9Vo3Zg_I/AAAAAAAAAww/3jhDD5cz4TI/s1600/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S7k9Vo3Zg_I/AAAAAAAAAww/3jhDD5cz4TI/s320/042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456459865492390898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S7k8FHU9vyI/AAAAAAAAAwg/z6EaUiEbKs4/s1600/065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S7k8FHU9vyI/AAAAAAAAAwg/z6EaUiEbKs4/s320/065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456458482100059938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S7k8vS-l64I/AAAAAAAAAwo/s6j5jqA1Kps/s1600/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S7k8vS-l64I/AAAAAAAAAwo/s6j5jqA1Kps/s320/057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456459206781954946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S7k7lSD6YfI/AAAAAAAAAwY/W586yrTBxOg/s1600/068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S7k7lSD6YfI/AAAAAAAAAwY/W586yrTBxOg/s320/068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456457935225512434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S7k7Bzr0a6I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/8QYd9h6G60U/s1600/071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S7k7Bzr0a6I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/8QYd9h6G60U/s320/071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456457325775973282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S7k6Tdd4GRI/AAAAAAAAAwI/686c5UovP6c/s1600/073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S7k6Tdd4GRI/AAAAAAAAAwI/686c5UovP6c/s320/073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456456529537931538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-5685064597446906884?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/5685064597446906884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=5685064597446906884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/5685064597446906884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/5685064597446906884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2010/04/first-hair-cut.html' title='First Hair Cut'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S7k9Vo3Zg_I/AAAAAAAAAww/3jhDD5cz4TI/s72-c/042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-4776065635477403505</id><published>2010-04-04T17:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T17:40:24.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Sneak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S7kxP1nqQpI/AAAAAAAAAwA/nemE82edlbA/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S7kxP1nqQpI/AAAAAAAAAwA/nemE82edlbA/s320/023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456446571697291922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S7kwGHxxxFI/AAAAAAAAAv4/2q2FNNqU8i8/s1600/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S7kwGHxxxFI/AAAAAAAAAv4/2q2FNNqU8i8/s320/030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456445305261245522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S7kvkDPgzSI/AAAAAAAAAvw/29yskGxguIk/s1600/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S7kvkDPgzSI/AAAAAAAAAvw/29yskGxguIk/s320/039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456444719928233250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S7kvIkqnlEI/AAAAAAAAAvo/woVhYmDlVbo/s1600/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S7kvIkqnlEI/AAAAAAAAAvo/woVhYmDlVbo/s320/040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456444247863956546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S7kustIRZoI/AAAAAAAAAvg/LMaapYbdSB4/s1600/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S7kustIRZoI/AAAAAAAAAvg/LMaapYbdSB4/s320/041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456443769099478658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little sneak that he is, he got into grandma's markers and took a marker to his room. He was being a little too quiet so I checked on him and found him lying on his bed hiding one of his hands and then i saw his sheets and knew what he was doing. I looked around the room and found marker on his pillow, sheets, bed posts, plastic dresser, door and finally the wall but of course he drew on his face. Since I claim him I had to clean it off of the wood work Grandpa had just re stained. Luckily tooth paste works. My mom heard somewhere that tooth paste takes marker off of wood and IT DOES. Hallelujah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-4776065635477403505?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/4776065635477403505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=4776065635477403505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/4776065635477403505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/4776065635477403505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2010/04/little-sneak.html' title='Little Sneak'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S7kxP1nqQpI/AAAAAAAAAwA/nemE82edlbA/s72-c/023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-8167246506498298142</id><published>2010-04-04T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T19:44:21.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Walter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S7kszKwQQEI/AAAAAAAAAvI/BYugF5Fi0lA/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S7kszKwQQEI/AAAAAAAAAvI/BYugF5Fi0lA/s320/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456441681107763266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S7ktPWVzjQI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/XhYMuMgtyjk/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S7ktPWVzjQI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/XhYMuMgtyjk/s320/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456442165254393090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Walter took leave and was home on the first. Braylen loved it, it was someone else he could ruff around and he had a cool new phone to get into. Bonus right?! He didn't like it when Uncle Walter would leave either. Every time Walter would go some where Braylen would freak, ok well maybe not every time but it felt like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S7ksNUdLuZI/AAAAAAAAAvA/l-9wCWELw7k/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S7ksNUdLuZI/AAAAAAAAAvA/l-9wCWELw7k/s320/021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456441030877100434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S7krrLCwCvI/AAAAAAAAAu4/oxZKVnedVtA/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S7krrLCwCvI/AAAAAAAAAu4/oxZKVnedVtA/s320/022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456440444234762994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-8167246506498298142?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/8167246506498298142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=8167246506498298142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/8167246506498298142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/8167246506498298142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2010/04/uncle-walter.html' title='Uncle Walter'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S7kszKwQQEI/AAAAAAAAAvI/BYugF5Fi0lA/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-7812598880185135205</id><published>2010-02-12T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T19:42:25.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Snow Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S7kmLAQ7SVI/AAAAAAAAAuY/qP5iNDcQ8X4/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S7kmLAQ7SVI/AAAAAAAAAuY/qP5iNDcQ8X4/s320/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456434394027477330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S7kpB8CgDCI/AAAAAAAAAuw/oE1TBG7wAgE/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S7kpB8CgDCI/AAAAAAAAAuw/oE1TBG7wAgE/s320/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456437536809290786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year was the first year that Braylen played in the snow. He was so excited because he had his new boots and snow pants on. When I bought his boots he had to wear them right away. When it was nap time he refused to take them off so I let him wear them to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got outside he went right into the snow and started trying to grab it. He loves to through the snow in ball form or not. I of course was freezing because I didn't have as much clothes on but he didn't care. He climbed in the snow and dragged sticks through it seeing the trail left behind him. I let him play until I saw his lips turning purple but he refused to go inside, so I had to grab him and carry him into the house and pried his coat and boots off. I told him he could wear the pants but he still wasn't happy with mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S7kn68_d-CI/AAAAAAAAAuo/RMB9xD9pn_g/s1600/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S7kn68_d-CI/AAAAAAAAAuo/RMB9xD9pn_g/s320/014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456436317294295074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S7kmwigQhMI/AAAAAAAAAug/_qBP-HJU2mo/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S7kmwigQhMI/AAAAAAAAAug/_qBP-HJU2mo/s320/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456435038873748674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-7812598880185135205?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/7812598880185135205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=7812598880185135205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/7812598880185135205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/7812598880185135205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2010/02/first-snow-day.html' title='First Snow Day'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S7kmLAQ7SVI/AAAAAAAAAuY/qP5iNDcQ8X4/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-4637547606903401458</id><published>2010-02-12T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T19:39:39.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacuuming</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S3YetVIo0zI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/8WOtxHoVCEA/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S3YetVIo0zI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/8WOtxHoVCEA/s320/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437567364212773682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course after Christmas morning I knew that the vacuum would be his favorite toy and it has been. Every time me or mom vacuums he has to pull out his vacuum and help. The best part is that whenever we put the vacuum away his get put right next to ours or he gets mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S3Yc2WX39yI/AAAAAAAAAt4/oz8ZV_Dss4g/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S3Yc2WX39yI/AAAAAAAAAt4/oz8ZV_Dss4g/s320/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437565320140683042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S3YdSw5zCVI/AAAAAAAAAuA/GAUgL62OQlI/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S3YdSw5zCVI/AAAAAAAAAuA/GAUgL62OQlI/s320/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437565808298625362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S3Yd0JXsKVI/AAAAAAAAAuI/GmushPSTz90/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S3Yd0JXsKVI/AAAAAAAAAuI/GmushPSTz90/s320/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437566381802137938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-4637547606903401458?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/4637547606903401458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=4637547606903401458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/4637547606903401458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/4637547606903401458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2010/02/vacuuming.html' title='Vacuuming'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S3YetVIo0zI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/8WOtxHoVCEA/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-8733008516550335422</id><published>2010-01-30T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T21:58:00.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in forever and i now Christmas was long over due but i just have been to lazy to blog. I have a lot more to come. Sorry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-8733008516550335422?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/8733008516550335422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=8733008516550335422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/8733008516550335422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/8733008516550335422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</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-3420681404270016489.post-7395040155183749732</id><published>2009-12-25T14:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T21:49:28.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S2UR9oUQVtI/AAAAAAAAAto/OugzvZBJR-U/s1600-h/074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S2UDMVZFeFI/AAAAAAAAAsI/BFj0JLe-JzM/s320/122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432752035928045650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas morning Braylen wouldn't wake up. Grandma woke up early and cleaned the kitchen and then tried to wake Braylen up. I woke up from her and it was really funny listening to her try to wake him up. I hung his Santa sack on his bed so she put it next to his head and shook it so the bells would jingle and leave the room. Next thing i heard was her yelling, "who came last night? did Santa come?" But he still didn't wake up. so she went and turned on Christmas music and that didn't work. She went into his room a couple more time then he finally woke up and I heard he say,"Santa?" My mom told him to come wake me up and show me what he got so I pretended to sleep. He was so excited. He started to pull everything out. Then we went into the living room and he wanted the presents. Santa brought me a stocking too. Almost everything was for Braylen. Grandma got a couple gifts and Grandpa got a gift car. Braylen got animal toys, dino puppets, elmo med kit, different trucks, a tent, gumball machine, card of numbers, letters, shapes and colors from Aunti Rachel, tools  and his favorite a vacuum. We didn't save the vacuum for last but we should have I should have known, as soon as he opened it the only thing he was concerned about was the vacuum being opened. I put up the tent and he took the drill and started to try to fix it and he tried to fix Grandma' boo boo knee too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Grandma Isabelle's before we went to Aunt Carol's because my cousin Pat and his wife weren't able to come to Christmas eve add we had to open presents together. We got Pat and Vanessa Ohio State Snuggies because they love OSU and at Vanessa's wedding shower she said joking that she wanted a snuggie. Braylen got a ball and elmo phone. the Elmo phone is able to be programmed to say the kids name. But of course it didn't have Braylen but for some reason they had Bray so Uncle John put Bray and lynn together so it said Oh hello Bray-Lynn and sounded just fine. Braylen loved the ball because it had holes all over and he could catch it. Braylen of course loved playing with Pat. Any guy that plays ruff Braylen loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Aunt Carol's Braylen just played with his new toys and relaxed. Uncle Rob came over and Nate came a little later. Me and Mom sat at the table and talked to Nate while Braylen ran between rooms. I hadn't seen Nate in a long time so it was nice to talk to him for a while. It was way different from last year having a full house  and kids all over. But it was great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-7395040155183749732?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/7395040155183749732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=7395040155183749732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/7395040155183749732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/7395040155183749732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-day.html' title='Christmas Day'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S2UR9oUQVtI/AAAAAAAAAto/OugzvZBJR-U/s72-c/074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-5757768270663916904</id><published>2009-12-25T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T20:07:39.148-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S0lkGWBqChI/AAAAAAAAAsA/kt9JZoiPN6A/s1600-h/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S0lNqxukLMI/AAAAAAAAAp4/8YJNWPungQA/s320/072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424952623442963650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This year Christmas Eve was at my cousin Matt and his fiance's house. It was dinner with her family and his. We got there late because I worked until 6:30, nice huh? As soon as we got there Braylen didn't want to go in but then he saw Grandma Isabelle and went right to her. It was the one familiar face he new so he was ok. But then he got used to the place that he was himself. It helped they have a cat. He crawled after that cat everywhere going Meow Meow and then there was the fish tank he kept tapping it yelling fishy. He would sneak snacks too. At one point Braylen went into the kitchen that was open because the house is an open concept. I asked what he was doing and Matt said, "oh son't worry he's just drinking bleach." He was close. When I got in there he had a spray bottle and started to spray it in him mouth then he tried to through it up because he didn't like it. After cleaning out his mouth we laughed about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise and Matt bought Braylen a present and it had a bus and dump truck with legos and then they got me lip gloss and air fresheners. We got Matt and Promise both Snuggies and they loved it. Braylen of course got all the attention from Promise and her mom Holly. It was so late I tried to get Braylen to sleep but he just would so I told him he had to clam down if he gets up so he went and laid down on Matt's lap. He adored Matt. Matt would spin him and turn him upside down while spinning him, which he didn't like so much, but loved playing with him. before we left Holly and Matt brought out a wicker basket and said they forgot a present. I was really confused but then I opened it and Braylen was in it laughing. He thought that was great. Me and him both where knocked out not long into the way home. Braylen was so tired that when we got home asked him if he wanted to put Santa's cookies out that he said yes but fell back asleep. So Santa was jipped of his cookies this year. Sorry Santa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-5757768270663916904?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/5757768270663916904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=5757768270663916904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/5757768270663916904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/5757768270663916904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S0lkGWBqChI/AAAAAAAAAsA/kt9JZoiPN6A/s72-c/046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-8285165347145464284</id><published>2009-12-25T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T19:36:54.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa's cookies</title><content type='html'>On the 23rd we made Santa's cookies before bed. Braylen was all for it. He got get messy and help mommy make the cookies. We made chocolate chip cookies with white chocolate chips. I scooped the ingredients and he poured them. He stuck his had in the mixer a couple of time and then when the chocolate chips were added he would pick them out put them in his mouth and put them back. Why I don't know. Usually the chocolate goes in the mouth and isn't seen again. We put them in the oven and while they cooked Braylen went to bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S0lMTzFPgkI/AAAAAAAAApw/FHTGlXuxOKY/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S0lMTzFPgkI/AAAAAAAAApw/FHTGlXuxOKY/s320/024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424951129157894722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S0lLZF9iTHI/AAAAAAAAApo/sxV-97xSAGU/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S0lLZF9iTHI/AAAAAAAAApo/sxV-97xSAGU/s320/025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424950120613563506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S0lJqoilZCI/AAAAAAAAApg/VludXV8X8Kw/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S0lDxyq2PoI/AAAAAAAAApQ/7JyxC6-tpZE/s320/034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424941748838612610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S0lCtZGZ09I/AAAAAAAAApI/FViJ4hm4QXM/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S0lCtZGZ09I/AAAAAAAAApI/FViJ4hm4QXM/s320/036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424940573743764434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S0lBNCxXpDI/AAAAAAAAApA/3LbA1H-jbbM/s1600-h/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S0lBNCxXpDI/AAAAAAAAApA/3LbA1H-jbbM/s320/040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424938918482519090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S0lAktRGLrI/AAAAAAAAAo4/BGiNzu3TUdE/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S0lAktRGLrI/AAAAAAAAAo4/BGiNzu3TUdE/s320/042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424938225515245234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-8285165347145464284?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/8285165347145464284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=8285165347145464284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/8285165347145464284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/8285165347145464284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2009/12/santas-cookies.html' title='Santa&apos;s cookies'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/S0lMTzFPgkI/AAAAAAAAApw/FHTGlXuxOKY/s72-c/024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-7706722695428485661</id><published>2009-12-25T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T14:25:50.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Independence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SzU2g1oReVI/AAAAAAAAAoI/1EZvTLXwBuA/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SzU2g1oReVI/AAAAAAAAAoI/1EZvTLXwBuA/s320/028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419297664389970258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braylen is such a big boy that he takes of his shoes and unzips his jacket. I can even get him zip up his jacket and jammies too. When we go places he tries to get his shoes on and can get them on to a point. Most of the time he takes them of thought. He can however put on his snow boots and is so proud of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SzU3eQnRX0I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/4nJXdclvSTQ/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SzU3eQnRX0I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/4nJXdclvSTQ/s320/032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419298719605546818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SzU4M4Ju9AI/AAAAAAAAAoY/_sLZFh7faBc/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SzU4M4Ju9AI/AAAAAAAAAoY/_sLZFh7faBc/s320/034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419299520493057026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SzU4-zEDFPI/AAAAAAAAAog/RtJSYvKtb7s/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SzU4-zEDFPI/AAAAAAAAAog/RtJSYvKtb7s/s320/036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419300378120492274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-7706722695428485661?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/7706722695428485661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=7706722695428485661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/7706722695428485661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/7706722695428485661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2009/12/independence.html' title='Independence'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SzU2g1oReVI/AAAAAAAAAoI/1EZvTLXwBuA/s72-c/028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-6521551766629955891</id><published>2009-12-23T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T12:37:27.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You!!</title><content type='html'>The other night I got home from work and Braylen was supposed to be in bed but instead he ran out of the room to greet me. When I sent him back to his bed he started crying so I went to calm him. I talked to him then this is how the rest of the conversation went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:"I love you!"&lt;br /&gt;       "Wub oo"&lt;br /&gt;       "Your my sweet boy."&lt;br /&gt;       "Thank You."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was really funny. He loves to tell people Thank You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-6521551766629955891?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/6521551766629955891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=6521551766629955891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/6521551766629955891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/6521551766629955891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2009/12/thank-you.html' title='Thank You!!'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</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-3420681404270016489.post-6885471811607488462</id><published>2009-12-17T21:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T20:46:39.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elf Yourself</title><content type='html'>I saw this on an add on facebok and thought it would be fun to do. Nicole did one last year and Sio loved it so I thought Braylen would too. He did of course, he wanted me to play it over and over again. He even started to try and do some of the break dancing moves it was really funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI1OTY5NzE4MjAwNiZwdD*xMjU5Njk3MjUzMDE2JnA9NDE4ODEzJmQ9MjAzNTEwJm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTImbz*5NWU*MDIyMzU5MTA*MTNhOTBmNmEwMGJlMTVhNTA2MSZvZj*w.gif" border="0" width="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: rgb(233, 233, 233); width: 425px;"&gt;&lt;object id="A184544" quality="high" data="http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=76e9hskns5sDgiik&amp;amp;service=elfyourself.jibjab.com&amp;amp;partnerID=ElfYourself" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="319"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=76e9hskns5sDgiik&amp;amp;service=elfyourself.jibjab.com&amp;amp;partnerID=ElfYourself"&gt;&lt;param name="scaleMode" value="showAll"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="external_make_id=76e9hskns5sDgiik&amp;amp;service=elfyourself.jibjab.com&amp;amp;partnerID=ElfYourself"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; width: 435px; margin-top: 6px;"&gt;Send your own &lt;a href="http://www.elfyourself.com/"&gt;ElfYourself&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://sendables.jibjab.com/ecards"&gt;eCards&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-6885471811607488462?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/6885471811607488462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=6885471811607488462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/6885471811607488462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/6885471811607488462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2009/12/elf-yourself.html' title='Elf Yourself'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</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-3420681404270016489.post-4526133786754094583</id><published>2009-12-17T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T20:26:07.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decorating</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SzGM7466NMI/AAAAAAAAAoA/MybgETLyQqk/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SzGM7466NMI/AAAAAAAAAoA/MybgETLyQqk/s320/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418266787223057602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and grandma decorated the house one night after Braylen went to bed. It was easier that way. So we decorated the tree and I decorated some of the house. Braylen loves the tree. Everyday he turns on the lights and if there is a new ornament he puts it on. When the tree was first put up he would touch it and I even found one of the candy canes on the coat hook. Next year he's going to love decorating the tree with us.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SzGMNYqCTgI/AAAAAAAAAn4/quU8t8Ulzxk/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SzGMNYqCTgI/AAAAAAAAAn4/quU8t8Ulzxk/s320/023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418265988288368130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SzGLthN1jAI/AAAAAAAAAnw/mytWySrY5ec/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SzGLthN1jAI/AAAAAAAAAnw/mytWySrY5ec/s320/021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418265440830196738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SzGLQ0giElI/AAAAAAAAAno/M7QaM3QGBb0/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SzGLQ0giElI/AAAAAAAAAno/M7QaM3QGBb0/s320/020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418264947792679506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-4526133786754094583?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/4526133786754094583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=4526133786754094583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/4526133786754094583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/4526133786754094583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2009/12/decorating.html' title='Decorating'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SzGM7466NMI/AAAAAAAAAoA/MybgETLyQqk/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-578929293349627105</id><published>2009-12-17T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T19:12:14.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Artest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SzGKUqpEAZI/AAAAAAAAAng/Jw8PfzkOvYk/s1600-h/245.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SzGKUqpEAZI/AAAAAAAAAng/Jw8PfzkOvYk/s320/245.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418263914351952274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought Braylen some finger paints one day thinking that he would love it but mommy was wrong. He was excited when he first saw the bottles of paint. I put some of each color on a plate for him but then he touched the paint. "Ew sticky," was the first thing he said. I thought it was funny. Then he understood you paint on the paper but he still didn't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SzGHGyx3OnI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/uJUE1WxZlwM/s1600-h/243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SzGHGyx3OnI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/uJUE1WxZlwM/s320/243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418260377483295346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SzGHkWJnFVI/AAAAAAAAAnY/IXEHAoWMLsA/s1600-h/244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SzGHkWJnFVI/AAAAAAAAAnY/IXEHAoWMLsA/s320/244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418260885194347858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-578929293349627105?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/578929293349627105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=578929293349627105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/578929293349627105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/578929293349627105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-artest.html' title='My Artest'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SzGKUqpEAZI/AAAAAAAAAng/Jw8PfzkOvYk/s72-c/245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-5864895402144870941</id><published>2009-12-17T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T21:44:23.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SysWoae_hVI/AAAAAAAAAnI/4GcMWOxBhgI/s1600-h/235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SysWoae_hVI/AAAAAAAAAnI/4GcMWOxBhgI/s320/235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416447860403045714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our family bakes the is no such thing as boxes. So everything even to the frosting is homemade. I made a cake one night and the frosting. the cake I made was my GG grandma's 3 hole cake. Then I made a pudding frosting. When I was done it was Braylen's bed time and he wanted a snack so I gave him the mixer. He licked it clean and got messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SysV2_rphxI/AAAAAAAAAnA/IDuQMO1Srw4/s1600-h/234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SysV2_rphxI/AAAAAAAAAnA/IDuQMO1Srw4/s320/234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416447011394782994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-5864895402144870941?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/5864895402144870941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=5864895402144870941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/5864895402144870941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/5864895402144870941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2009/12/mmmmm.html' title='Mmmmm'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SysWoae_hVI/AAAAAAAAAnI/4GcMWOxBhgI/s72-c/235.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-1437109498373212079</id><published>2009-12-17T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T21:31:30.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Teaman's Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SysMAAsAXUI/AAAAAAAAAmI/6sM9kL1UGk4/s1600-h/215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SysMAAsAXUI/AAAAAAAAAmI/6sM9kL1UGk4/s320/215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416436171167259970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Braylen over to the Teaman's house one day because they have a little farm. They own a few hourses some chickens and dogs. I originally took him to ride the little pony but that totally changed when we got there. Sister Teaman's daughter and her family are living with her so when we got there he just wanted to play with the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SysMp4nSR7I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/AhdKy6WGUNo/s1600-h/218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SysMp4nSR7I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/AhdKy6WGUNo/s320/218.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416436890554484658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SysOJL3kWmI/AAAAAAAAAmY/IVdp8y8DKtQ/s1600-h/222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SysOJL3kWmI/AAAAAAAAAmY/IVdp8y8DKtQ/s320/222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416438527810624098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He jumped on there tramp-o-lean and was a pro. Then he ran around and tried climbing the dog and climbed all of the swing set. They also got into the toys in the garage. They had balls, trucks, skate bourds and a four wheeler for a kid. As soos as he found the four wheeler he got on it an was trying to get to to go. after he couldn't get thet working he took the skate bourd and started riding that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SysQqfXA_NI/AAAAAAAAAmg/tmosrhYaBgI/s1600-h/223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SysQqfXA_NI/AAAAAAAAAmg/tmosrhYaBgI/s320/223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416441299001736402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SysSGZIfk_I/AAAAAAAAAmo/18prwrVaSg4/s1600-h/224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SysSGZIfk_I/AAAAAAAAAmo/18prwrVaSg4/s320/224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416442877878178802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The horses were out in the pastures and the little girl brought out apples to feed the horses so braylen threw the apples at the horses to feed them. It was really funny because he kept doing everything that the older boys were. Braylen then found the chicken coup and loved it. As soon as he saw it he sai, "OOO chicken!" I love it. We went in to the barn to put the horses away and Sister Teaman filled up a bucket for the dog to drink. Braylen was watching the dog a little to closely. When I wasn't watching he dunk his face into the bucket to drink like the dog. I only realized it when I saw water dripping from his nose. then he turned and did it again.&lt;br /&gt;It was dinner time when we left so Braylen was cold, hungry and tired all not good mixed together.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SysS2S8r3wI/AAAAAAAAAmw/WaFzOvhx_1Y/s1600-h/232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SysS2S8r3wI/AAAAAAAAAmw/WaFzOvhx_1Y/s320/232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416443700851760898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SysThLiIZoI/AAAAAAAAAm4/Fc0e8sXQqRY/s1600-h/229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SysThLiIZoI/AAAAAAAAAm4/Fc0e8sXQqRY/s320/229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416444437595711106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-1437109498373212079?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/1437109498373212079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=1437109498373212079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/1437109498373212079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/1437109498373212079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2009/12/teamans-farm.html' title='The Teaman&apos;s Farm'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SysMAAsAXUI/AAAAAAAAAmI/6sM9kL1UGk4/s72-c/215.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-8120781145796233604</id><published>2009-12-17T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T20:32:13.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma and Grandpa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SysDj8sRpOI/AAAAAAAAAlw/_AEtr0M_XVI/s1600-h/180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SysDj8sRpOI/AAAAAAAAAlw/_AEtr0M_XVI/s320/180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416426892965291234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma and grandpa or as Braylen calls then mama and papa are his world (after me of course). Every night he has to give grandma and grandpa night night kisses or he has a fit. His face lights up around them. He loves to dance with papa when ever music comes on any music on the tv or radio. And grandma he loves to cuddle with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SysETeDO9UI/AAAAAAAAAl4/c8irVZR6u1o/s1600-h/183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SysETeDO9UI/AAAAAAAAAl4/c8irVZR6u1o/s320/183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416427709373805890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night grandpa was out working on the car and Braylen was mad that he couldn't find him from any windows he could reach so I put him on grandpa's chair to look out the window above and he stood their watching grandpa work. after that when he couldn't find grandpa he would climb the chair to look out that window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SysFfr12w-I/AAAAAAAAAmA/4tt7plcosyo/s1600-h/187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SysFfr12w-I/AAAAAAAAAmA/4tt7plcosyo/s320/187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416429018745848802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-8120781145796233604?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/8120781145796233604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=8120781145796233604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/8120781145796233604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/8120781145796233604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2009/12/grandma-and-grandpa.html' title='Grandma and Grandpa'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SysDj8sRpOI/AAAAAAAAAlw/_AEtr0M_XVI/s72-c/180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-7009184374917793017</id><published>2009-12-17T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T19:39:48.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He Loves His Hats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Syr33tF4aAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/HY6zkUfpYN0/s1600-h/176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Syr33tF4aAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/HY6zkUfpYN0/s320/176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416414038235572226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Syr5TWN2yDI/AAAAAAAAAlo/5YsRsIZGkuo/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Syr5TWN2yDI/AAAAAAAAAlo/5YsRsIZGkuo/s320/037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416415612642969650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braylen loves his hats. If there's a hat around he wants to wear it. He has a baseball cap then he has Grandpa's who he calls papa. And More recently he has the winter hat. when he finds a hat he puts it on. It's really cute because the baseball caps he can only put on himself when he puts them on backwards. Since he's a big boy he always puts on his hats himself. the winter hat he has a bill like a baseball cap so the hat he puts on side ways and if i fix his hats he gets really mad and takes it off to put on again his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Syr4aVpUSyI/AAAAAAAAAlg/VLy3AXCCId4/s1600-h/190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Syr4aVpUSyI/AAAAAAAAAlg/VLy3AXCCId4/s320/190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416414633237170978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-7009184374917793017?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/7009184374917793017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=7009184374917793017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/7009184374917793017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/7009184374917793017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2009/12/he-loves-his-hats.html' title='He Loves His Hats'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Syr33tF4aAI/AAAAAAAAAlY/HY6zkUfpYN0/s72-c/176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-4541643401170445400</id><published>2009-12-17T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T19:21:15.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Syrzxwpd5KI/AAAAAAAAAlA/MLhilaV9UGE/s1600-h/168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Syrzxwpd5KI/AAAAAAAAAlA/MLhilaV9UGE/s320/168.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416409538064409762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Braylen loves to play outside and I thought that he would love to play in the leaves. He didn't really care for the leaves he just wanted to swing. He did run around and throw leaves or kick them at me and he thought it was hilarious when I kicked them at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SyrzMLD0eEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/LpOCLLG9Irw/s1600-h/167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SyrzMLD0eEI/AAAAAAAAAk4/LpOCLLG9Irw/s320/167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416408892319234114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Syr0RUDwrJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/hxlXi-9oxr4/s1600-h/174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Syr0RUDwrJI/AAAAAAAAAlI/hxlXi-9oxr4/s320/174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416410080145878162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad and I a couple days later were outside raking up the leaves and Braylen of course was outside playing. He milks being outside whenever he can. It took us a while to rake up all the leaves but when we were done the pile ran the length of our house from the beginning of the dinning room to the end of the kitchen. We have one tree in our yard so all the leaves are not ours which really irritates us. And of course after raking up leaves you have to jump in them. So I threw Braylen into the pile not thinking it was that deep and he freaked out. I had to dig him out because it was deeper then I realized. He thought it was funny when me and Grandpa got the leaves though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Syr0xSNS6SI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/ISY_3FiF-Es/s1600-h/173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Syr0xSNS6SI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/ISY_3FiF-Es/s320/173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416410629404813602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-4541643401170445400?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/4541643401170445400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=4541643401170445400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/4541643401170445400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/4541643401170445400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2009/12/fall.html' title='Fall!'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Syrzxwpd5KI/AAAAAAAAAlA/MLhilaV9UGE/s72-c/168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-7377523578884457125</id><published>2009-11-01T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T08:29:21.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Su2xOy209rI/AAAAAAAAAkE/uu0ffXwzd-I/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Su2xOy209rI/AAAAAAAAAkE/uu0ffXwzd-I/s320/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399166396015113906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Su2x0OwhW1I/AAAAAAAAAkM/gClUQc6WVTM/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Su2x0OwhW1I/AAAAAAAAAkM/gClUQc6WVTM/s320/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399167039160015698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Su23TJt6BQI/AAAAAAAAAkk/EenfdlrQo4c/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Su23TJt6BQI/AAAAAAAAAkk/EenfdlrQo4c/s320/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399173067940955394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Su2y4f5V2BI/AAAAAAAAAkc/qaEcWW9ubSg/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Su2y4f5V2BI/AAAAAAAAAkc/qaEcWW9ubSg/s320/014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399168211991517202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braylen got sick this week so I wasn't sure if he was going to go trick or treating. He was a lot better Friday so I decided he was going to go. I bought him a cowboy costume but I bought it a size to big on accident. Grandma and I fixed his costume and he went trick or treating. It was too cold so we just went up and down our street. he said thank you to almost everyone. At first he didn't want to go up to the people because he doesn't like going near people he doesn't know but as soon as he realized you get candy he was all for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-7377523578884457125?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/7377523578884457125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=7377523578884457125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/7377523578884457125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/7377523578884457125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Su2xOy209rI/AAAAAAAAAkE/uu0ffXwzd-I/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-3429433931972313471</id><published>2009-11-01T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T07:59:17.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Su2vfUmdRKI/AAAAAAAAAj0/N6P7oi76d_M/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Su2vfUmdRKI/AAAAAAAAAj0/N6P7oi76d_M/s320/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399164480927909026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were watching the movie Bridge to Terabithia as a family but usually Braylen doesn't pay any attention to anything on tv but his cartoons. But this movie, not being made for a toddler, sat their and watched the whole movie with us. He was jumping around and laughing but he would just sit there most of the time captivated by the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Su2v8VyNxdI/AAAAAAAAAj8/J-Ae8T-k_1A/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Su2v8VyNxdI/AAAAAAAAAj8/J-Ae8T-k_1A/s320/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399164979461866962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-3429433931972313471?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/3429433931972313471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=3429433931972313471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/3429433931972313471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/3429433931972313471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2009/11/movie-time.html' title='Movie Time'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Su2vfUmdRKI/AAAAAAAAAj0/N6P7oi76d_M/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-6872134719742731917</id><published>2009-11-01T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T07:41:39.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Su2sIOju-0I/AAAAAAAAAjs/9TtQM97XlNA/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Su2sIOju-0I/AAAAAAAAAjs/9TtQM97XlNA/s320/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399160785633999682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the Sesame Street episodes they had a day called Who Can Wear the Most Hats on Their Head Day. Grandpa and Braylen decided to play along with Elmo and Zoey. We only had 4 hats. Zoey and Elmo had 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Su2rjU9WT6I/AAAAAAAAAjk/Ud9BZbFLrbM/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Su2rjU9WT6I/AAAAAAAAAjk/Ud9BZbFLrbM/s320/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399160151696887714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-6872134719742731917?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/6872134719742731917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=6872134719742731917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/6872134719742731917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/6872134719742731917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2009/11/hats.html' title='Hats'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Su2sIOju-0I/AAAAAAAAAjs/9TtQM97XlNA/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-1638594414328808440</id><published>2009-10-21T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T21:47:20.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bubble Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/St_jSGC7ZFI/AAAAAAAAAjU/v2hUbftvLWo/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/St_jSGC7ZFI/AAAAAAAAAjU/v2hUbftvLWo/s320/043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395280778613187666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braylen's bath time now have to have bubbles. When Sio was a baby he loved bubble baths so I figured maybe Braylen would. Well Momma was right. Now he has to have bubbles with every bath. He used to love baths but now he LOVES baths. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/St_jusd1v2I/AAAAAAAAAjc/roxz3zBQ_xY/s1600-h/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/St_jusd1v2I/AAAAAAAAAjc/roxz3zBQ_xY/s320/045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395281269962948450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-1638594414328808440?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/1638594414328808440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=1638594414328808440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/1638594414328808440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/1638594414328808440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2009/10/bubble-boy.html' title='Bubble Boy'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/St_jSGC7ZFI/AAAAAAAAAjU/v2hUbftvLWo/s72-c/043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-533170488393761619</id><published>2009-10-21T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T21:38:27.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty Training</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/St_g4Pjue2I/AAAAAAAAAjE/iJCB_a8LEC4/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/St_g4Pjue2I/AAAAAAAAAjE/iJCB_a8LEC4/s320/033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395278135466818402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to potty train Braylen lately but have been mostly unsuccessful but I did get him to pee in the Potty once. But now the potty is just a decoration.  He knows what it is and what your supposed to do on the potty but wont. Instead he plays with it when he gets a chance.The one time He played with his potty he put one of his Little People Dinos in the potty and told us potty. haha at least he gets the point right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/St_hT-LkaQI/AAAAAAAAAjM/IIIBHMsYat8/s1600-h/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/St_hT-LkaQI/AAAAAAAAAjM/IIIBHMsYat8/s320/049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395278611838429442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-533170488393761619?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/533170488393761619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=533170488393761619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/533170488393761619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/533170488393761619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2009/10/potty-training.html' title='Potty Training'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/St_g4Pjue2I/AAAAAAAAAjE/iJCB_a8LEC4/s72-c/033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-2522896963489151944</id><published>2009-10-21T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T21:24:22.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Boy Now</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago Braylen started trying to climb out of his crib. He didn't do it ofter or when he was in the room alone. I knew it was just a matter of time before he could climb out himself. He didn't like the crib he wanted mommies bed. I think because he could get on and off himself. Well guess what Monday after noon he climbed out all by himself. I went to put him down for a nap and went back into the kitchen. A couple minutes later  I heard the door close and when I looked to see, he was walking out of the hall swinging his arms with a BIG smile on his face. He thinks he's such a big boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/St_dEdcNGXI/AAAAAAAAAis/9W-7FUJ_q48/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/St_dEdcNGXI/AAAAAAAAAis/9W-7FUJ_q48/s320/024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395273947305286002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/St_djGmpO0I/AAAAAAAAAi0/UTyH09eACrU/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/St_djGmpO0I/AAAAAAAAAi0/UTyH09eACrU/s320/026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395274473751001922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So me and grandma changed his bed yesterday from his crib to his youth bed. When nap time came he got out of bed a couple times but in the end he understood he stays in bed. Bed time was worst. Bed time is always worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/St_ePMMwIKI/AAAAAAAAAi8/InYRghxC4yY/s1600-h/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/St_ePMMwIKI/AAAAAAAAAi8/InYRghxC4yY/s320/056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395275231167258786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-2522896963489151944?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/2522896963489151944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=2522896963489151944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/2522896963489151944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/2522896963489151944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2009/10/big-boy-now.html' title='Big Boy Now'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/St_dEdcNGXI/AAAAAAAAAis/9W-7FUJ_q48/s72-c/024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-1525315935556389575</id><published>2009-10-21T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T21:02:27.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elmo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/St_ZRhVdqTI/AAAAAAAAAic/gNH8k2EPa54/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/St_ZRhVdqTI/AAAAAAAAAic/gNH8k2EPa54/s320/021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395269773642541362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Brayln has gotten a new favorite. He LOVES Elmo. He watches Sesame Street everyday because he wants to see Elmo. Every time he sees Elmo in a store he wants to stop. And every night he wants to wear his Elmo jammies. But not just Elmo he loves Cookie Monster too. If you ask him what Cookie says he puts his hands to his mouth and goes "num num num num."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-1525315935556389575?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/1525315935556389575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=1525315935556389575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/1525315935556389575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/1525315935556389575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2009/10/elmo.html' title='Elmo'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/St_ZRhVdqTI/AAAAAAAAAic/gNH8k2EPa54/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-3038558823398631881</id><published>2009-09-08T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T17:00:16.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Zoo Part 2 &amp; 3</title><content type='html'>We went to the zoo a few time this summer and on one of the trips we went on the train and Braylen loved it. he watched all the animals as we past them. That took us to the petting zoo were Braylen happily petted all the animals he could. They also had a camel ride that we went on. I felt like I was going to fall off but he loved it. When we had to get off he threw a fit. But the whole day he had a great time and fell asleep by the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Sqbs0uSMFSI/AAAAAAAAAiM/Dk7OOoBTlB0/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Sqbs0uSMFSI/AAAAAAAAAiM/Dk7OOoBTlB0/s320/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379247195462309154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SqbsVIlaykI/AAAAAAAAAiE/aeuqqdEGpOI/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SqbsVIlaykI/AAAAAAAAAiE/aeuqqdEGpOI/s320/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379246652766472770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SqbrzjA_LZI/AAAAAAAAAh8/ETEAeUg7_y8/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SqbrzjA_LZI/AAAAAAAAAh8/ETEAeUg7_y8/s320/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379246075745873298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SqbrKsJEK3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/0XX9DLYG8SU/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SqbrKsJEK3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/0XX9DLYG8SU/s320/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379245373821037426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SqbqA-FDBbI/AAAAAAAAAhs/mIrJ5mBRHXo/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; 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width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Sqbeb_Kh_aI/AAAAAAAAAg0/7sj6TQyXW38/s320/037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379231377334074786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-3038558823398631881?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/3038558823398631881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=3038558823398631881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/3038558823398631881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/3038558823398631881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2009/09/zoo-part-2-3.html' title='The Zoo Part 2 &amp; 3'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Sqbs0uSMFSI/AAAAAAAAAiM/Dk7OOoBTlB0/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-7287008895865035780</id><published>2009-08-01T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T20:52:28.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Braylen's first friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SnULG_h1W5I/AAAAAAAAAgU/4t9L5WADqmU/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SnULG_h1W5I/AAAAAAAAAgU/4t9L5WADqmU/s320/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365206745842277266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok so I have to back track a little for this post. When I was pregnant, so was my best friend from third grade. I've known her my whole life but we lost touch. We went two different ways in high school. We found out that we were both pregnant and started talking again. So Braylen had a friend before he was born. Braylen is 24 days older then Tremaine. They don't see each other that often because Angela's and my schedules don't match up. But they love it when they get to play together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SnUMLLp02uI/AAAAAAAAAgc/_6Zv03W2AJA/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SnUMLLp02uI/AAAAAAAAAgc/_6Zv03W2AJA/s320/018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365207917328128738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SnUNAL-PHCI/AAAAAAAAAgk/pVfqs5hrZ3Y/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SnUNAL-PHCI/AAAAAAAAAgk/pVfqs5hrZ3Y/s320/021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365208827946802210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-7287008895865035780?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/7287008895865035780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=7287008895865035780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/7287008895865035780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/7287008895865035780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2009/08/braylens-first-friend.html' title='Braylen&apos;s first friend'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SnULG_h1W5I/AAAAAAAAAgU/4t9L5WADqmU/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-5662861089548193190</id><published>2009-08-01T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T20:38:44.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooling off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What better to do on a hot day then swim? The green pool is from Sio's first summer here during his first birthday. I pulled it out and filled it and Braylen loved it right away. I figured he would since he LOVES baths. we had ours set up and he swam in it a couple times but he didn't have anyone to swim with. Then Papi set up a pull with a slide next door for Isabelle and Alana so now he swims with them. He will swim all day with them if we let him. I have pictures with the girls but they sometimes swim in there underwear and they were that day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SnUIh5L6RpI/AAAAAAAAAgM/eLeP3n1oDmI/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SnUIh5L6RpI/AAAAAAAAAgM/eLeP3n1oDmI/s320/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365203909461296786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SnUH_fyapzI/AAAAAAAAAgE/dA-sk4EKtSQ/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SnUH_fyapzI/AAAAAAAAAgE/dA-sk4EKtSQ/s320/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365203318527928114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SnUGvqW3vCI/AAAAAAAAAf8/lA0dOOJ5Nfw/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SnUGvqW3vCI/AAAAAAAAAf8/lA0dOOJ5Nfw/s320/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365201946975648802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SnUF_nJb4nI/AAAAAAAAAf0/yintAKasYe0/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SnUF_nJb4nI/AAAAAAAAAf0/yintAKasYe0/s320/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365201121480270450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-5662861089548193190?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/5662861089548193190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=5662861089548193190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/5662861089548193190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/5662861089548193190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2009/08/cooling-off.html' title='Cooling off'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SnUIh5L6RpI/AAAAAAAAAgM/eLeP3n1oDmI/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-5703145935419027774</id><published>2009-08-01T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T20:18:13.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No more help</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My little man doesn't need mommies help eating anymore. He is starting use a fork or spoon, but his hands are still used too. When we eat dinner he has to have whatever we are using to eat or he doesn't eat. He is even drinking out of a cup when ever he eats a meal at least he does when I feed him. He does pretty good by himself too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SnT_7xsTLiI/AAAAAAAAAfU/3haQRMCPQ_o/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SnT_7xsTLiI/AAAAAAAAAfU/3haQRMCPQ_o/s320/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365194458521611810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SnUAbq6Ty_I/AAAAAAAAAfc/tm0lfyhtoQU/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SnUAbq6Ty_I/AAAAAAAAAfc/tm0lfyhtoQU/s320/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365195006457138162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SnUBNQKVizI/AAAAAAAAAfk/Aqk0-8MWKoY/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SnUBNQKVizI/AAAAAAAAAfk/Aqk0-8MWKoY/s320/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365195858270063410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SnUBwFAQO3I/AAAAAAAAAfs/gZp4vTug_qY/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SnUBwFAQO3I/AAAAAAAAAfs/gZp4vTug_qY/s320/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365196456570403698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-5703145935419027774?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/5703145935419027774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=5703145935419027774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/5703145935419027774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/5703145935419027774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-more-help.html' title='No more help'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SnT_7xsTLiI/AAAAAAAAAfU/3haQRMCPQ_o/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-7705949992961039777</id><published>2009-06-03T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T08:42:03.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Start of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Braylen loves to be out side and he love to play with our neighbors granddaughters. Isabelle and Lana love Braylen too. When Braylen sees the girls outside he yells out the window to get their attention. He always follows Isabelle around and Lana hugs braylen a lot. He also plays with their cousin Adi when she is at Papi's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SiaWMH1DmQI/AAAAAAAAAfM/s5qLd1ygY5g/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SiaWMH1DmQI/AAAAAAAAAfM/s5qLd1ygY5g/s320/018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343123142925850882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Lana is the blonde and Isabelle is the Brunette)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SiaV3snsOTI/AAAAAAAAAfE/qRiNb9v2qa8/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SiaV3snsOTI/AAAAAAAAAfE/qRiNb9v2qa8/s320/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343122792024652082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Braylen loves animals. He watches birds out the window or chases after them. He also chases after squirells. I am afraid he's going to get to close one day and be bitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SiaVjnzjpyI/AAAAAAAAAe8/NNTv57Pz3gI/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SiaVjnzjpyI/AAAAAAAAAe8/NNTv57Pz3gI/s320/016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343122447134861090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(He's showing me the squirell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SiaVN7pLc6I/AAAAAAAAAe0/ak04BULyrOg/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SiaVN7pLc6I/AAAAAAAAAe0/ak04BULyrOg/s320/017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343122074502919074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(the squirell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SiaUsUhKN2I/AAAAAAAAAes/IeV1fCWghMA/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SiaUsUhKN2I/AAAAAAAAAes/IeV1fCWghMA/s320/020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343121497064617826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SiaUWeNfEhI/AAAAAAAAAek/4WNfmeNxheU/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SiaUWeNfEhI/AAAAAAAAAek/4WNfmeNxheU/s320/022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343121121709330962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa and Grandma where working in the shed putting up rods to hangs tools. Braylen helps Grandpa all the time. He helps grandpa measure the beams and double checked them him self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SiaT7xhQlaI/AAAAAAAAAec/WzRZRdAeZ_o/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SiaT7xhQlaI/AAAAAAAAAec/WzRZRdAeZ_o/s320/026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343120663036073378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SiaToR9NX1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/Q0-R5H95YF8/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SiaToR9NX1I/AAAAAAAAAeU/Q0-R5H95YF8/s320/028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343120328145854290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SiaTVPo8oiI/AAAAAAAAAeM/_zRmwE3jIuQ/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SiaTVPo8oiI/AAAAAAAAAeM/_zRmwE3jIuQ/s320/031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343120001106485794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-7705949992961039777?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/7705949992961039777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=7705949992961039777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/7705949992961039777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/7705949992961039777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2009/06/start-of-summer.html' title='The Start of Summer'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SiaWMH1DmQI/AAAAAAAAAfM/s5qLd1ygY5g/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-656041455193177228</id><published>2009-05-25T17:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T19:13:53.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Trip to the Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and the family took Braylen to the zoo for the first time on Sunday. He loved it. I had to leave before the my mom and dad so we started from the furthest part of the park and worked our way down. We took the train up to the Primate, cats and aquarium. On the way up he looked at the map with grandpa and showed us were he wanted to go. He stood next to me watching the animals as we went passed. When we got into the building I let Braylen go and he ran. He would go from one window to the next. He didn't know where he wanted to go next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/ShtKn9pqKhI/AAAAAAAAAds/qNMxOf-I8iU/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/ShtKn9pqKhI/AAAAAAAAAds/qNMxOf-I8iU/s320/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339943833602501138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/ShtHwj2300I/AAAAAAAAAdk/V2gmqMV5MwI/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/ShtHwj2300I/AAAAAAAAAdk/V2gmqMV5MwI/s320/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339940682762539842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/ShtE4L1D0GI/AAAAAAAAAdc/fHJg-8OMOzU/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/ShtE4L1D0GI/AAAAAAAAAdc/fHJg-8OMOzU/s320/017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339937515216556130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/ShtDHtRN1HI/AAAAAAAAAdU/JdVMTh-UB-Q/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/ShtDHtRN1HI/AAAAAAAAAdU/JdVMTh-UB-Q/s320/018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339935582867805298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Zoo has a dinosour area for the summer. So I wanted to go to that. At first he was excited but the dinos made noises and moved so he started to get scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/ShxJNC2YO6I/AAAAAAAAAd8/zSE7XgTb4io/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/ShxJNC2YO6I/AAAAAAAAAd8/zSE7XgTb4io/s320/029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340223746606644130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At this point he wasn't scared. A little weary maybe but not scared yet.  He didn't really want to be let go of me or grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Shs94Cp6uLI/AAAAAAAAAc8/0xyExys5gEk/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Shs94Cp6uLI/AAAAAAAAAc8/0xyExys5gEk/s320/032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339929816172509362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Shs9DHtCZiI/AAAAAAAAAc0/fKwygmpjKGg/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Shs9DHtCZiI/AAAAAAAAAc0/fKwygmpjKGg/s320/036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339928906994705954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we saw the T-rex. It was 20 feet tall and so loud. It Scared the crap out of Braylen. He was ok when the T-rex stayed with his head up but when it lowered his head and roared really loud and Braylen started to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Shs75BZH97I/AAAAAAAAAcs/Ob5IYDvC6aM/s1600-h/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Shs75BZH97I/AAAAAAAAAcs/Ob5IYDvC6aM/s320/041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339927633990252466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Shs7jMcz4BI/AAAAAAAAAck/YPOQOaMf8sU/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Shs7jMcz4BI/AAAAAAAAAck/YPOQOaMf8sU/s320/043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339927259001380882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I put him in front of the Triceratops and he was ok. He wouldn't take his eyes off of the Momma triceratops. When it started to move and roar he freaked again and cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Shs6ODvkbcI/AAAAAAAAAcc/CzQLK2CZBFo/s1600-h/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Shs6ODvkbcI/AAAAAAAAAcc/CzQLK2CZBFo/s320/044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339925796375260610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Shs5HVbANqI/AAAAAAAAAcU/YADrXX1eNKY/s1600-h/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Shs5HVbANqI/AAAAAAAAAcU/YADrXX1eNKY/s320/045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339924581350127266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Shs3-U9KnRI/AAAAAAAAAcM/1HSTfw30pHY/s1600-h/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Shs3-U9KnRI/AAAAAAAAAcM/1HSTfw30pHY/s320/053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339923327094529298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Shs3kHnb5sI/AAAAAAAAAcE/S7gMKg_Z19k/s1600-h/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Shs3kHnb5sI/AAAAAAAAAcE/S7gMKg_Z19k/s320/057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339922876837127874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They had a prop dino that people could take pictures with. I tried to get Braylen to take a picture but he only wanted to be off of the dino. So I thought it would be funny to put my head in it's mouth. Braylen laughed and so I put Braylen in the dino's mouth. He cried a little then stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Shs3OdfrjrI/AAAAAAAAAb8/ZDj2SXBtQGs/s1600-h/058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Shs3OdfrjrI/AAAAAAAAAb8/ZDj2SXBtQGs/s320/058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339922504753057458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Shs259vs9pI/AAAAAAAAAb0/KMF5r-aowCY/s1600-h/060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Shs259vs9pI/AAAAAAAAAb0/KMF5r-aowCY/s320/060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339922152632940178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had to be to work at 3 so we went to eat then I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Shs2jRubWOI/AAAAAAAAAbs/daS3Y0CtbtU/s1600-h/069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Shs2jRubWOI/AAAAAAAAAbs/daS3Y0CtbtU/s320/069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339921762859309282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I left Grandma and Grandpa kept on going and took braylen threw the rest of the park. He saw the bears, wolves, and rhino's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Shs2Sn9Un7I/AAAAAAAAAbk/PfeXKZtQKDc/s1600-h/071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Shs2Sn9Un7I/AAAAAAAAAbk/PfeXKZtQKDc/s320/071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339921476769587122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Shs1-34ckUI/AAAAAAAAAbc/ta3iEf9EOJg/s1600-h/073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Shs1-34ckUI/AAAAAAAAAbc/ta3iEf9EOJg/s320/073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339921137446719810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-656041455193177228?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/656041455193177228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=656041455193177228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/656041455193177228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/656041455193177228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-trip-to-zoo.html' title='First Trip to the Zoo'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/ShtKn9pqKhI/AAAAAAAAAds/qNMxOf-I8iU/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-4145367683638856974</id><published>2009-05-21T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T08:43:01.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There's a couple more little stories:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Shs1WKM34xI/AAAAAAAAAbU/6lDSWteWML0/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Shs1WKM34xI/AAAAAAAAAbU/6lDSWteWML0/s320/021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339920437989597970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/ShXzwUMkrxI/AAAAAAAAAbM/mSXD53tfm0A/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/ShXzwUMkrxI/AAAAAAAAAbM/mSXD53tfm0A/s320/023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338440944698306322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One night I bought some pudding cups and reddi whip. Braylen was all for it. He was up way later then he was supposed to be so when I got home he was ready for a snack too. I sprayed a little in my mouth and he wanted wanted some so I sprayed a little in his. Of course he wanted more and more and more. He even started to try and spray it in his mouth himself. He had a mouth full sat in his chair and said Mmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/ShXzhh1y3WI/AAAAAAAAAbE/DWYB7mKTPHs/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/ShXzhh1y3WI/AAAAAAAAAbE/DWYB7mKTPHs/s320/017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338440690662825314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He loves to clean. If he sees a broom he starts to sweep. He helps vacuum when I do. He's very helpful. He even puts his clothes in the hamper and throws his diapers away for me. He even helped me do laundry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/ShXqfP88znI/AAAAAAAAAa8/5mbb2ea1_f4/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/ShXqfP88znI/AAAAAAAAAa8/5mbb2ea1_f4/s320/014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338430755896610418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On one Sunday I wanted to do something with his hair so I moosed it.  His hair curled so good. I don't know if the curls show good in te picture but it was the best one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/ShXlLrzk9kI/AAAAAAAAAak/pOMHRmN2JiE/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/ShXlLrzk9kI/AAAAAAAAAak/pOMHRmN2JiE/s320/022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338424922217969218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My mom always said that Walt had this toy plain that he would drag around all over. And now Braylen does the same thing with this Toy dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/ShXphPSWa-I/AAAAAAAAAas/XkBOMt9TPMM/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/ShXphPSWa-I/AAAAAAAAAas/XkBOMt9TPMM/s320/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338429690566044642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/ShXp7NDBNVI/AAAAAAAAAa0/zHaIwDrFnB8/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/ShXp7NDBNVI/AAAAAAAAAa0/zHaIwDrFnB8/s320/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338430136641467730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Braylen has to eat with a fork or spoon now but he wants the metal ones not his plastic. He has to be a big boy. He can't really use them right but he's getting better at it. Now he HAS to eat at the table. He refuses to eat when you put him in his chair with the tray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-4145367683638856974?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/4145367683638856974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=4145367683638856974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/4145367683638856974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/4145367683638856974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2009/05/little-stories.html' title='Little Stories'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/Shs1WKM34xI/AAAAAAAAAbU/6lDSWteWML0/s72-c/021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-7334387511702863287</id><published>2009-05-21T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T08:43:15.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter and More</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know my blogging is well overdue. I've just been busy or lazy. So now I have to update you for the past two months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/ShXWiD3diZI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/zFN4-pQvxso/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/ShXWiD3diZI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/zFN4-pQvxso/s320/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338408813959416210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Braylen loves to talk on the phone. I let him talk to Auntie Nikki, Isabelle or Sio. He doesn't really talk but he smiles and listens really closely. He gets really mad when you take the phone away too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/ShXW4kN0vFI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/xyOiXOrA4oY/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/ShXW4kN0vFI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/xyOiXOrA4oY/s320/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338409200600267858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't get any picture of Braylen in his Easter outfit but I got others. I put his Easter basket in the middle of the living room floor. he found it and went straight for it. He got tons of Gummi Bears, a baby dino that ours and growls and two more Handy Manny toys. He got the other four for christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/ShXXvprGZFI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Cvjft2ICxL4/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/ShXXvprGZFI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Cvjft2ICxL4/s320/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338410146958042194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/ShXYWoC_21I/AAAAAAAAAaM/moWH6rWm7fI/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/ShXYWoC_21I/AAAAAAAAAaM/moWH6rWm7fI/s320/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338410816536304466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to go take pictures with the bunnies that stand at Oakwood park. They left RIGHT before we got there. So I just took pictures  of Him on the Easter basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/ShXZLo_fmnI/AAAAAAAAAac/HIeNrekTVaY/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/ShXZLo_fmnI/AAAAAAAAAac/HIeNrekTVaY/s320/016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338411727323110002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Braylen has now started to climb on everything. He pulls the dinning room chairs out and climbs on them to get to the table. Grandpa and Grandma put up his playground and up the sides there are ladders and he climbs them to the top. There's nothing out of his reach now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-7334387511702863287?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/7334387511702863287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=7334387511702863287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/7334387511702863287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/7334387511702863287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2009/05/easter-and-more.html' title='Easter and More'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/ShXWiD3diZI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/zFN4-pQvxso/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-4261809556995066833</id><published>2009-03-31T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T08:43:25.869-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I haven't blogged in a while so i figured I should do an update on Braylen and I'll be putting up lots of pictures for Walter. He's such a booger and smart to. when you ask him a question he will shake his head yes or know and it's not just  him shaking his head, he means what he says. He only tells you yes when he wants to do it or he says no. Grandma one night brushed his teeth with his cookie monster tooth brush and he has done it since stand on the stool, turns on the water, and brushes his teeth. then he puts the brush under the water then brushes again. He also brushes his hair He loves to steal peoples seats so i decided to buy him his own chair. i got one from Wal-mart and he loves it. He'll sit in it and watch TV. I hate grapefruits but my mom loves them and apparently so does Braylen and he eats oranges skin and all. I got him some stuff for when i redo his room. i bought it of kohl's online and when it got here Braylen claimed the box. The I put a blanket in it for him to sit on, so he sarted to lay in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day while i was home with him i thought he was playing in the hallway but then he got to quite. when i went to find him i found him in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SdJQyiXIKtI/AAAAAAAAAYc/KDkRcxTnRjs/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SdJQyiXIKtI/AAAAAAAAAYc/KDkRcxTnRjs/s320/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319402939025468114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SdJRH8sLaLI/AAAAAAAAAYk/O0lxZMLDY_g/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SdJRH8sLaLI/AAAAAAAAAYk/O0lxZMLDY_g/s320/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319403306870335666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Apparently he didn't think the toilet was clean enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SdJRqvEnZTI/AAAAAAAAAYs/cgGMfSTQGI4/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SdJRqvEnZTI/AAAAAAAAAYs/cgGMfSTQGI4/s320/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319403904510158130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SdJSPXX6UtI/AAAAAAAAAY0/wz_RqZ7izcw/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SdJXxlq-rMI/AAAAAAAAAZk/St5HTPm_iIM/s320/014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319410619315563714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SdJYp8Ft_9I/AAAAAAAAAZs/p2A3yKoFROA/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SdJYp8Ft_9I/AAAAAAAAAZs/p2A3yKoFROA/s320/016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319411587405971410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-4261809556995066833?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/4261809556995066833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=4261809556995066833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/4261809556995066833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/4261809556995066833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2009/03/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SdJQyiXIKtI/AAAAAAAAAYc/KDkRcxTnRjs/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-5244084446969657523</id><published>2009-03-17T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T08:43:36.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bath Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every night Braylen gets a bath and he loves it.  All you have to do is ask him if he wants a bath and he goes running to the bath room.  He has to wear ear plugs because he had tubes put in his ears.   He has his play toys but he loves to swim in the water and put his face in the water too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/ScBB0yD310I/AAAAAAAAAYU/7uSH3mXvAiY/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/ScBB0yD310I/AAAAAAAAAYU/7uSH3mXvAiY/s320/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314319935344203586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to tell you back in February he had surgery again and had tubes put in his ears. But this time he had a cyst the size of the doctors thumb nail removed.  his ear hasn't been infected since the last surgery and has healed all the way.  I'm re leaved because hopefully it wont come back again.  Besides that there isn't much more to say.  He is too smart for his own good though.  He knows how to get everything I used to be able to hide.  He goes up and down stairs by himself  and can get on and off the couch.  He picks up his toys when we ask him to with a little bit of help, of course.  He's such a big boy.  It's sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-5244084446969657523?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/5244084446969657523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=5244084446969657523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/5244084446969657523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/5244084446969657523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2009/03/bath-time.html' title='Bath Time'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/ScBB0yD310I/AAAAAAAAAYU/7uSH3mXvAiY/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-3919842564477898615</id><published>2009-02-22T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T08:46:24.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look what Grandma did!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When I take Braylen places he loves to walk out the door himself. I always grab him as he walks out the door. Well today me, my mom and Braylen went to go pick up our taxes from the lady that does them and Grandma took him out. She didn't think to grab him right out the door and he went straight for the stairs. i haven't taught him to go down stairs backwrds because it's winter and he doesn't do the stairs in the house. He can do them but we don't let him. She went to close the door and he fell down the stair. I came out and he was cryin. He's tough though and only cried a little. You can't really tell in this picture but the top and bottom of his eyes have scratches and his nose has a scrape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SaH_uTs8huI/AAAAAAAAAW8/1I8hQUCKN3E/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SaH_uTs8huI/AAAAAAAAAW8/1I8hQUCKN3E/s320/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305803007047010018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And here's a SHOCKER. My little man LOVES books. He is always trying to get them off the bok shelf but we jammed book in so it's to tight for him but not for us. I never liked reading when i was little so I'm happy that he loves them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SaIA0JXKjHI/AAAAAAAAAXE/F4oXXuAEIKo/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SaIA0JXKjHI/AAAAAAAAAXE/F4oXXuAEIKo/s320/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305804206862142578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and here are some fun pictures for walter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SaIBJuIcVlI/AAAAAAAAAXM/ujmK4IMDdMs/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SaIBJuIcVlI/AAAAAAAAAXM/ujmK4IMDdMs/s320/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305804577509758546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(one of his silly faces)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SaIBltncpSI/AAAAAAAAAXU/HdxNI4yt9v4/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SaIBltncpSI/AAAAAAAAAXU/HdxNI4yt9v4/s320/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305805058407703842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (I covered him with the blanket and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; he just sat there playing with his toys)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-3919842564477898615?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/3919842564477898615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=3919842564477898615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/3919842564477898615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/3919842564477898615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2009/02/look-what-grandma-did.html' title='Look what Grandma did!'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SaH_uTs8huI/AAAAAAAAAW8/1I8hQUCKN3E/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-3263987325094811733</id><published>2009-02-18T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T08:46:47.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SZw9pQ0_FVI/AAAAAAAAAWc/rKR_V6hiYsY/s1600-h/084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SZw9pQ0_FVI/AAAAAAAAAWc/rKR_V6hiYsY/s320/084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304182240236737874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunday we had a LITTLE party for Braylen. His birthday weekend when I would have had the party was my cousins wedding so we did it Sunday. It was just m best friends, aunt and Schorana and her kids. He loved it though. We had hamburgers, hot dogs, and my moms macaroni salad. Braylen loved her macaroni salad. I think thats all he ate really. As soon as we put down the presents he was all for them. He got the leap frog bear and phone, two really cool cars that reverse and drive forward, one even "dances", dinosoaurs,cat in the hat, a ball thing, and sunglasses. He favorites are the bear and sunglasses. he love to wear them around. I think the favorite part of the party was the cake, he LOVES cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SZw5hyC3TOI/AAAAAAAAAWE/FhUA-vNWTcI/s1600-h/069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SZw5hyC3TOI/AAAAAAAAAWE/FhUA-vNWTcI/s320/069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304177713667853538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SZw7QYQIZ0I/AAAAAAAAAWM/L6c64albyQ0/s1600-h/078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SZw7QYQIZ0I/AAAAAAAAAWM/L6c64albyQ0/s320/078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304179613709657922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SZw73KhvSTI/AAAAAAAAAWU/X9BuAP0lVFs/s1600-h/085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SZw_XvHsOYI/AAAAAAAAAW0/q9OZpAclmWw/s320/103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304184138153867650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-3263987325094811733?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/3263987325094811733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=3263987325094811733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/3263987325094811733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/3263987325094811733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2009/02/fun-sunday.html' title='Fun Sunday'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SZw9pQ0_FVI/AAAAAAAAAWc/rKR_V6hiYsY/s72-c/084.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-3069532355485542880</id><published>2009-02-08T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T17:44:17.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's ONE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SaIVtInG2bI/AAAAAAAAAYE/kZb76BWBAsE/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SaIVtInG2bI/AAAAAAAAAYE/kZb76BWBAsE/s320/031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305827176145672626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(two days old)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SaIWMwMpMpI/AAAAAAAAAYM/d1th_hTmwEA/s1600-h/0017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SaIWMwMpMpI/AAAAAAAAAYM/d1th_hTmwEA/s320/0017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305827719348040338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(one year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so may little baby is one and not so little anymore. Wednesday was his first birthday. We didn't do anything since it was in the middle of the week and we didn't do it this weekend because of my cousin's wedding. I got his one year pictures done and they are too cute. He was such a character while getting them done. He gave them faces you never see. one of the pictures i had done was a picture with a smash cake. He loved it. as soon as i put the cake done he went for it. there was no stopping him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SY-cw8gJoKI/AAAAAAAAAUk/lf2O4QINibA/s1600-h/0014+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SY-cw8gJoKI/AAAAAAAAAUk/lf2O4QINibA/s320/0014+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300627651126993058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SY-c_HYoQRI/AAAAAAAAAUs/4bY-5p3LmMc/s1600-h/0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SY-c_HYoQRI/AAAAAAAAAUs/4bY-5p3LmMc/s320/0019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300627894566404370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SY-dRWHDbZI/AAAAAAAAAU0/ABZNblGCIU8/s1600-h/0047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SY-dRWHDbZI/AAAAAAAAAU0/ABZNblGCIU8/s320/0047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300628207756864914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SY-deekv0oI/AAAAAAAAAU8/K-4cwUEmYbI/s1600-h/0052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SY-deekv0oI/AAAAAAAAAU8/K-4cwUEmYbI/s320/0052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300628433367192194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SY-dsa-rZ5I/AAAAAAAAAVE/0k5ornYnA5g/s1600-h/0059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SY-dsa-rZ5I/AAAAAAAAAVE/0k5ornYnA5g/s320/0059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300628672920381330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SY-d133ldZI/AAAAAAAAAVM/z_dPGaJFm7w/s1600-h/0070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SY-d133ldZI/AAAAAAAAAVM/z_dPGaJFm7w/s320/0070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300628835294082450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SY-eD327KzI/AAAAAAAAAVU/eQ-CH_u_DpY/s1600-h/0073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SY-eD327KzI/AAAAAAAAAVU/eQ-CH_u_DpY/s320/0073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300629075809479474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SY-iZe3QdoI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Y7f1DVDP7_s/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SY-iZe3QdoI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Y7f1DVDP7_s/s320/035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300633845103621762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Pat's wedding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-3069532355485542880?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/3069532355485542880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=3069532355485542880' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/3069532355485542880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/3069532355485542880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2009/02/hes-one.html' title='He&apos;s ONE!!!'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SaIVtInG2bI/AAAAAAAAAYE/kZb76BWBAsE/s72-c/031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-4160116495871867900</id><published>2009-01-25T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T08:47:14.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures Found</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just found some pictures of braylen at Grandma Isabelle's house from Walter's camera. apparently he was being a big helper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SX0V0TcCjcI/AAAAAAAAAUU/sqpkFz-exiA/s1600-h/026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SX0V0TcCjcI/AAAAAAAAAUU/sqpkFz-exiA/s320/026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295412725172833730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SX0VUy7Os9I/AAAAAAAAAUE/cOMCuhuXEZM/s1600-h/025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SX0VUy7Os9I/AAAAAAAAAUE/cOMCuhuXEZM/s320/025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295412183869338578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SX0WYpkSrbI/AAAAAAAAAUc/5kyhpHq33HY/s1600-h/027%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SX0WYpkSrbI/AAAAAAAAAUc/5kyhpHq33HY/s320/027%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295413349588315570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-4160116495871867900?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/4160116495871867900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=4160116495871867900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/4160116495871867900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/4160116495871867900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2009/01/pictures-found.html' title='Pictures Found'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SX0V0TcCjcI/AAAAAAAAAUU/sqpkFz-exiA/s72-c/026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-3169649473379210197</id><published>2009-01-25T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T14:44:07.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Nonsense</title><content type='html'>I figured I should up date you on what I'm doing and then do a little more on braylen. I'm going to school again this semester. taking it easy this time. I'm only taking 9 credit hours instead of 12. I'm taking  my class for elementary teaching, chemistry in society and children's literature. So far they aren't to hard and they don't seem like they will be. I got a laptop so that i can do my homework during my break at school, which is four hours between two classes. that's going to help because then i wont have much to do when i get home maybe even nothing. I'm not working that much either because it's really slow so my hours have been cut dramatically. I think this semester should go by nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to Braylen. a couple days ago he found my dad's 3d glasses that he got when he went and saw a movie. there not the paper red and blue 3d glasses either. they are like sunglasses. Braylen love's them. He carries them around and makes you put them on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXzpBfftE7I/AAAAAAAAATU/XNbh67bc1o0/s1600-h/DSC04920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXzpBfftE7I/AAAAAAAAATU/XNbh67bc1o0/s320/DSC04920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295363473724478386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXzpidweLfI/AAAAAAAAATc/sEXs9j-M2bo/s1600-h/DSC04923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXzpidweLfI/AAAAAAAAATc/sEXs9j-M2bo/s320/DSC04923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295364040193617394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Christmas we found that he has a TON of toy not joking. the kids spoiled. so we put some away then put the rest in a plastic dresser. he loves to open and close drawers so we figured it be perfect. now he takes out the drawers and climbs in them. he also put everything in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXzp0p4G0kI/AAAAAAAAATk/i3DCKlwKgos/s1600-h/DSC04924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXzp0p4G0kI/AAAAAAAAATk/i3DCKlwKgos/s320/DSC04924.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295364352684511810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXzqTChhzbI/AAAAAAAAATs/7n6N13sWKbc/s1600-h/DSC04926%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXzqTChhzbI/AAAAAAAAATs/7n6N13sWKbc/s320/DSC04926%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295364874696773042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly i just love these pictures. my dad today put his tie on braylen and he thought he was the coolest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXzqx35DJ9I/AAAAAAAAAT0/NIxeiPPDxwA/s1600-h/DSC04936%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXzqx35DJ9I/AAAAAAAAAT0/NIxeiPPDxwA/s320/DSC04936%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295365404418582482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXzrIoWiC_I/AAAAAAAAAT8/La4KAMHXO4M/s1600-h/DSC04937%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXzrIoWiC_I/AAAAAAAAAT8/La4KAMHXO4M/s320/DSC04937%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295365795384265714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-3169649473379210197?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/3169649473379210197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=3169649473379210197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/3169649473379210197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/3169649473379210197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-nonsense.html' title='Random Nonsense'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXzpBfftE7I/AAAAAAAAATU/XNbh67bc1o0/s72-c/DSC04920.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-3196469557258859677</id><published>2009-01-24T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T19:56:12.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Random Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXvgqEi5-qI/AAAAAAAAASs/f8U2XZtNk6M/s1600-h/DSC04642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXvgqEi5-qI/AAAAAAAAASs/f8U2XZtNk6M/s320/DSC04642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295072800283425442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(he loves wearing my scarf and hat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXvgY_vhtjI/AAAAAAAAASk/K_wU45jUJiA/s1600-h/DSC04678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXvgY_vhtjI/AAAAAAAAASk/K_wU45jUJiA/s320/DSC04678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295072506936407602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(She wouldn't let the apple go)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXvf0imoN9I/AAAAAAAAASc/9E6L2YkK38I/s1600-h/DSC04782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXvf0imoN9I/AAAAAAAAASc/9E6L2YkK38I/s320/DSC04782.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295071880639166418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(they love each other too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXvfMwOFilI/AAAAAAAAASM/zfUXd0F2S6Y/s1600-h/DSC04848%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXvfMwOFilI/AAAAAAAAASM/zfUXd0F2S6Y/s320/DSC04848%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295071197099559506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(He loved Grandma Isabelle's&lt;/span&gt; stairs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXvffn5vxeI/AAAAAAAAASU/Jf4E_PieP-s/s1600-h/DSC04875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXvffn5vxeI/AAAAAAAAASU/Jf4E_PieP-s/s320/DSC04875.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295071521284277730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(They love each other)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXvexAc-r7I/AAAAAAAAASE/i-LBDRSi8ik/s1600-h/DSC04883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXvexAc-r7I/AAAAAAAAASE/i-LBDRSi8ik/s320/DSC04883.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295070720420655026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(see they can play nice)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXvhLSnV2oI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Y5XcFy5oxsI/s1600-h/DSC04888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXvhLSnV2oI/AAAAAAAAAS0/Y5XcFy5oxsI/s320/DSC04888.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295073370995808898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(He was playing in the snow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXveJ46JSvI/AAAAAAAAAR0/0iQbcwK0aEE/s1600-h/DSC04841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXveJ46JSvI/AAAAAAAAAR0/0iQbcwK0aEE/s320/DSC04841.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295070048380603122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(at least Isabelle gave Grandma kisses)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-3196469557258859677?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/3196469557258859677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=3196469557258859677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/3196469557258859677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/3196469557258859677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2009/01/cute-random-pictures.html' title='Cute Random Pictures'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXvgqEi5-qI/AAAAAAAAASs/f8U2XZtNk6M/s72-c/DSC04642.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-7070959414728450243</id><published>2009-01-24T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T19:59:34.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pictures Minus 1</title><content type='html'>We had our family pictures done on the day Braylen turned 11 months. Nicole took the CD so i can't put any pictures up until i get it back. I can't tell you all about Braylen though. He is the biggest stinker. nothing is safe from him anymore and i mean NOTHING. He is advancing on standing on things to get higher. He has stacked he's books up to get what is on the book self. He's quick and sneaky too.  Every time he's left in the living room he goes right for the drawers and starts emptying them. He loves my dads drawer the most though. He can be the cutest though. He blows kisses and will give kisses when he wants to. He only recently started giving grandma kisses. It was the funniest thing. He would give everyone else kisses but her. He has learned how to drink from a straw too. every once in a while he tip it back but he's usually really good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-7070959414728450243?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/7070959414728450243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=7070959414728450243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/7070959414728450243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/7070959414728450243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2009/01/family-pictures-minus-1.html' title='Family Pictures Minus 1'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</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-3420681404270016489.post-6373188700562273651</id><published>2009-01-24T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T19:13:47.774-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chritmas Eve and Christmas Day</title><content type='html'>Christmas Eve we Went my Grandma's house like we do every year. There haven't been kids in her house for a very long time. I remember us not being aloud to climb on the furniture or putting our feet on the table but man the great grand kids get to do whatever they want. I just want to point out how unfair that is. we had our usual lasagna for dinner. my mom makes hers and my aunt makes hers. Both delicious but very different. After dinner we got the kids into their PJ's which matched and got a surprise visit from Santa. Sio loved it Braylen and Isabelle really didn't care.  then they opened their presents and played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXvUwAdha6I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rNYDtB6HGk0/s1600-h/DSC04701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXvUwAdha6I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rNYDtB6HGk0/s320/DSC04701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295059708126784418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXvVO-rBZuI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ZReUgvN-GCI/s1600-h/35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXvVO-rBZuI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/ZReUgvN-GCI/s320/35.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295060240222480098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXvVTUdVZjI/AAAAAAAAARE/zqdWnSBxhrE/s1600-h/45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXvVTUdVZjI/AAAAAAAAARE/zqdWnSBxhrE/s320/45.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295060314790127154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXvVc8FlkvI/AAAAAAAAARM/cwv55C1eLx4/s1600-h/73.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXvVc8FlkvI/AAAAAAAAARM/cwv55C1eLx4/s320/73.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295060480046764786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas morning was not very good for Braylen. He was so tired i had to wake him up earlier then he wanted to, so he wasn't very happy. He would open on gift with my help of course and then play with it and then cried when i took it away to open the next and that happened every time. Their were so many presents under the tree. I don't even remember us as kids having that many. After his nap Braylen was so much better and had more fun playing. our Aunt Carol came over and visited for a while which Sio loved. oh yea and me Nicole and Mom had matching PJ's too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXvXTvn6QdI/AAAAAAAAARU/0lq5yapzxqs/s1600-h/DSC04733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXvXTvn6QdI/AAAAAAAAARU/0lq5yapzxqs/s320/DSC04733.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295062521105498578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXvXnMAYBYI/AAAAAAAAARc/D68X4vYP52o/s1600-h/DSC04762%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXvXnMAYBYI/AAAAAAAAARc/D68X4vYP52o/s320/DSC04762%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295062855141819778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXvYUK_LJtI/AAAAAAAAARk/2iOxkG9mOlY/s1600-h/DSC04756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXvYUK_LJtI/AAAAAAAAARk/2iOxkG9mOlY/s320/DSC04756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295063627962459858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXvYzDjbFjI/AAAAAAAAARs/NEFn2Zz3TwQ/s1600-h/DSC04769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXvYzDjbFjI/AAAAAAAAARs/NEFn2Zz3TwQ/s320/DSC04769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295064158542960178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-6373188700562273651?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/6373188700562273651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=6373188700562273651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/6373188700562273651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/6373188700562273651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2009/01/chritmas-eve-and-christmas-day.html' title='Chritmas Eve and Christmas Day'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXvUwAdha6I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rNYDtB6HGk0/s72-c/DSC04701.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-7502923138609906059</id><published>2009-01-24T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T14:21:35.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family fun</title><content type='html'>Yes I haven't blogged in for ever but I just haven't been up to it. Nicole blogged all about Christmas so i figured until i get around to it she has part up, since everyone that reads my blog reads hers. Then my excuse was i was reading. I got hooked to the Twilight series. Those books are AMAZING. They just suck you in. I got addicted and couldn't stop. Anyways I just kept making up excuses. So here I am finally blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXvOZ7Y8CHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fn3zSKowfqU/s1600-h/DSC04628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXvOZ7Y8CHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fn3zSKowfqU/s320/DSC04628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295052731738490994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(our twins)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Nicole finally got home back in December and i knew with the kids being here Braylen would get jealous which of course he did. For the first week they were getting used to each other. Braylen walks and Isabelle doesn't so he kept tripping over or falling on her at one point i swear he intentionally sat on her head. Isabelle eventually starting fighting back though so that was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXvO-zQp58I/AAAAAAAAAQM/4_39SbG3qJY/s1600-h/DSC04843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXvO-zQp58I/AAAAAAAAAQM/4_39SbG3qJY/s320/DSC04843.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295053365211424706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braylen loves taking baths but when Sio and Isabelle where here we bathed them all at once and he hated that. He would cry the whole time until i took him out. But Isabelle loved it because Nicole finally let her sit in the tub. And Sio just love having Isabelle and Braylen. He's been dying to meet braylen since Braylen's been born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXvQGG-B6NI/AAAAAAAAAQU/gvUs5OCPKq0/s1600-h/DSC04649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXvQGG-B6NI/AAAAAAAAAQU/gvUs5OCPKq0/s320/DSC04649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295054590272727250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I don't like is Braylen learning about junk food. I can pride myself in saying i never gave him junk food. But of course Auntie Nikki messed that up because you can't leave one kid out. So he would get ice cream and chips and nutty buddy bars. JUNK. So now he getting really mad if you don't give him some and my mom wont deny him any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXvkjBqm6kI/AAAAAAAAATE/WbWFlbuhGQ8/s1600-h/DSC04657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXvkjBqm6kI/AAAAAAAAATE/WbWFlbuhGQ8/s320/DSC04657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295077077297850946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(getting the ice cream)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXvk4kZPbKI/AAAAAAAAATM/AMEptNtSUKQ/s1600-h/DSC04662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXvk4kZPbKI/AAAAAAAAATM/AMEptNtSUKQ/s320/DSC04662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295077447397502114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and after)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worked a lot when they where home so didn't get to go places when they went. one of the days they went to the history museum and i just get to see the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXvR5nyFOoI/AAAAAAAAAQs/GDqmk9GgeD0/s1600-h/DSC04802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXvR5nyFOoI/AAAAAAAAAQs/GDqmk9GgeD0/s320/DSC04802.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295056574765939330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-7502923138609906059?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/7502923138609906059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=7502923138609906059' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/7502923138609906059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/7502923138609906059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2009/01/family-fun.html' title='Family fun'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXvOZ7Y8CHI/AAAAAAAAAQE/fn3zSKowfqU/s72-c/DSC04628.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-3099516979834714201</id><published>2008-12-13T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T20:01:35.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SUQ0sCfXjII/AAAAAAAAAP0/fqo1pnhWRA0/s1600-h/DSC04614%281%29+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SUQ0sCfXjII/AAAAAAAAAP0/fqo1pnhWRA0/s320/DSC04614%281%29+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279402594372390018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so braylen is now 10 months and 9 days but the picture is his ten month picture.he's a little stinker. He love to push stuff up to the table or couch to climb on and get higher. i thought him oh no so he puts his hands on his head when i say oh no braylen. he feeds himself or he wont eat. and the last thing he does is i'll cover him up with his blanket and he walks around like a ghost with his  arms up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SUQ1znAY0mI/AAAAAAAAAP8/nFA0Zz-BLj8/s1600-h/DSC04601+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SUQ1znAY0mI/AAAAAAAAAP8/nFA0Zz-BLj8/s320/DSC04601+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279403823945273954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXvkDllt5rI/AAAAAAAAAS8/TByIfWEBvcw/s1600-h/DSC04622%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SXvkDllt5rI/AAAAAAAAAS8/TByIfWEBvcw/s320/DSC04622%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295076537185199794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-3099516979834714201?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/3099516979834714201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=3099516979834714201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/3099516979834714201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/3099516979834714201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2008/12/10-months.html' title='10 Months'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SUQ0sCfXjII/AAAAAAAAAP0/fqo1pnhWRA0/s72-c/DSC04614%281%29+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-1300582525659275715</id><published>2008-12-13T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:17:03.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving &amp; Black Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SUQz4MHzKGI/AAAAAAAAAPs/jeilLF5cbEY/s1600-h/DSC04592+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SUQz4MHzKGI/AAAAAAAAAPs/jeilLF5cbEY/s320/DSC04592+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279401703604693090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know this blog is well over do but I've been really busy. I finish this semester with three classes passed. I passed my math, child development and english.  And I've Been working A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SUQzgzfrZdI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Hz8kHPfrDcU/s1600-h/DSC04580+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SUQzgzfrZdI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Hz8kHPfrDcU/s320/DSC04580+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279401301856970194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any ways, we had thanksgiving over my Aunt Carol's. He loved it and was actually really good about getting into things. He ate stuffing, mashed potatoes, a little turkey and a little ambrosia salad. My Grandma and uncle from my dads side also came over to eat too. when we ate the only place to put braylen was in a big chair. he loved it. He was the center of attention.  After dinner we let Cabo into the house but put him in the basement. the gate is at the top of the stairs so he would come up to be pet. Braylen loved it until we turned off the lights. we were all in the living room and heard braylen start crying like he was hurt. when i went to go see he was standing 4 feet from cabo crying. it was pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SUQzr8YWWzI/AAAAAAAAAPk/zovL7EYzh7c/s1600-h/DSC04588+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SUQzr8YWWzI/AAAAAAAAAPk/zovL7EYzh7c/s320/DSC04588+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279401493220711218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On black friday i work 3am - 11:30am. it actually wasn't that bad. we were really busy so it went really fast. all i know is that i wont do it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-1300582525659275715?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/1300582525659275715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=1300582525659275715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/1300582525659275715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/1300582525659275715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving &amp; Black Friday'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SUQz4MHzKGI/AAAAAAAAAPs/jeilLF5cbEY/s72-c/DSC04592+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-4062310431444941916</id><published>2008-11-17T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T19:03:48.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus is playing with them</title><content type='html'>In may of last year when my grandpa died Nicole and Alekisio came home. It was a beautiful spring so we played outside a lot. we had to balls a soccer ball and basket ball. when we didn't want Sio playing with them we would put them on top of our mom cabinet, that has a statue of Jesus on it,  and tell him that Jesus was playing with them now. Well about a year in a half later guess what Jesus was still playing with them. haha we forgot to take them down and never payed attention. I know sad. but they are down now. but here is a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SSIwf2W9wwI/AAAAAAAAANI/EcbKJ7qslWU/s1600-h/DSC04558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SSIwf2W9wwI/AAAAAAAAANI/EcbKJ7qslWU/s320/DSC04558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269827837702816514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-4062310431444941916?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/4062310431444941916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=4062310431444941916' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/4062310431444941916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/4062310431444941916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2008/11/jesus-is-playing-with-them.html' title='Jesus is playing with them'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SSIwf2W9wwI/AAAAAAAAANI/EcbKJ7qslWU/s72-c/DSC04558.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-3053998061369637716</id><published>2008-11-17T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T18:30:54.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dave and Busters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SSIkbVNXF2I/AAAAAAAAAMo/sKYM3kD4ykI/s1600-h/DSC04555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SSIkbVNXF2I/AAAAAAAAAMo/sKYM3kD4ykI/s320/DSC04555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269814565945153378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as a single adult activity we went to Dave and Busters. It was the first time I've been there ever. It's like an adults Chucky Cheese. I played about four games and got 1901 tickets. And of course the gift shop has pointless crap so i got braylen this bird puppet that when you squeeze his beak it squawks.  I thought he would just love it. at first the noise set him back but then he loved it. its like his favorite stuffed animal minus the stuffing. he will pick it up and give it to you and then he kisses it. or he just carries it around. I think it is the funniest thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SSIk9dKuZrI/AAAAAAAAAMw/dAotPIYVAwE/s1600-h/DSC04550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SSIk9dKuZrI/AAAAAAAAAMw/dAotPIYVAwE/s200/DSC04550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269815152197134002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SSIl6LPmMvI/AAAAAAAAAM4/thft9MI2atU/s1600-h/DSC04551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SSIl6LPmMvI/AAAAAAAAAM4/thft9MI2atU/s200/DSC04551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269816195357750002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-3053998061369637716?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/3053998061369637716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=3053998061369637716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/3053998061369637716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/3053998061369637716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2008/11/dave-and-busters.html' title='Dave and Busters'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SSIkbVNXF2I/AAAAAAAAAMo/sKYM3kD4ykI/s72-c/DSC04555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-2133110678452267654</id><published>2008-11-17T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T18:04:49.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Weeks over do</title><content type='html'>I know I'm behind but I've been busy stressing out. Schools got me stressed. between work and school it seems like i have no time. anyways braylen is now 9 1/2 months old. I don't have any height or weight up dates because of his insurance. his ped. stopped taking caresource and what she does take doesnt go into effect until dec. 1. he's a little stinker but though. there's really not much different with him then his age though. there is more to talk about but i like to group the blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SSIiYpsfaHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/rAf_86cv9Xg/s1600-h/DSC04548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SSIiYpsfaHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/rAf_86cv9Xg/s320/DSC04548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269812320881567858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-2133110678452267654?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/2133110678452267654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=2133110678452267654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/2133110678452267654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/2133110678452267654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2008/11/2-weeks-over-do.html' title='2 Weeks over do'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SSIiYpsfaHI/AAAAAAAAAMg/rAf_86cv9Xg/s72-c/DSC04548.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-6424913612402362917</id><published>2008-10-31T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T19:03:39.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SQu3Mz3aPSI/AAAAAAAAAMA/fC_HljzMRG8/s1600-h/DSC04534%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SQu3Mz3aPSI/AAAAAAAAAMA/fC_HljzMRG8/s320/DSC04534%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263502020221484322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SQu3wgRmMpI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ZPfsbx_av2Q/s1600-h/DSC04515%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SQu3wgRmMpI/AAAAAAAAAMI/ZPfsbx_av2Q/s320/DSC04515%281%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263502633437901458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Braylen's first Halloween and he went as a Dragon. He was the cutest. After he took his nap I dressed him up and took him to grandpa's work and grandma's work. He was a hit everywhere I took him. I had to return some stuff at kohl's so I took him to my work too. They absolutely love him there. I took him trick or treating with my friend who's son is about a month younger then braylen and her boyfriend and his daughter.  We went up and down two streets and by the end of the first he was asleep. I wasn't actually getting candy for him but a couple of houses told me to get some for him so i did. I mean i didn't want to be rude :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SQu42rlAL7I/AAAAAAAAAMY/zxJYBplB69w/s1600-h/DSC04537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SQu42rlAL7I/AAAAAAAAAMY/zxJYBplB69w/s320/DSC04537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263503839062929330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm putting up videos of braylen wrestling with grandpa and him dancing with gradpa. the with the rest of the videos on the right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-6424913612402362917?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/6424913612402362917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=6424913612402362917' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/6424913612402362917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/6424913612402362917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-halloween.html' title='First Halloween'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SQu3Mz3aPSI/AAAAAAAAAMA/fC_HljzMRG8/s72-c/DSC04534%281%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-1055171970395398679</id><published>2008-10-31T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T18:25:13.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Dogs, Feet and Books</title><content type='html'>Braylen now eats table food. He Eat everything we give him. Not bad huh with me being such a picky eater you'd think he would be but he loves all food. He even will drink my dad weird smoothies that he makes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SQutaQUFf3I/AAAAAAAAALY/CefZWG5WFG8/s1600-h/DSC04512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SQutaQUFf3I/AAAAAAAAALY/CefZWG5WFG8/s320/DSC04512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263491256079974258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I don't know why but when Sio was little he used to cross his feet all the time. Well Braylen does too. I even think Nicole said Isabelle does too. the only time he does it is when he's eating, which is when i think sio did it most too. I swear if you never say there faces you'd know they were family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SQuvFnvHFKI/AAAAAAAAALg/QfD2ChUHgow/s1600-h/DSC04513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SQuvFnvHFKI/AAAAAAAAALg/QfD2ChUHgow/s320/DSC04513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263493100613342370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things that i think is the greatest is that braylen LOVES books. I hated reading and still sometimes do. But no he loves looking at them and turning the pages. He will either sit down and look at them himself or he brings you the book at you sit him in your lap and he'll let you read it to him. It makes me happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-1055171970395398679?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/1055171970395398679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=1055171970395398679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/1055171970395398679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/1055171970395398679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2008/10/hot-dogs-feet-and-books.html' title='Hot Dogs, Feet and Books'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SQutaQUFf3I/AAAAAAAAALY/CefZWG5WFG8/s72-c/DSC04512.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-5426405940773928685</id><published>2008-10-31T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T18:50:51.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surgery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SQuqeqS816I/AAAAAAAAALQ/nkCuB7X3P40/s1600-h/DSC04507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SQuqeqS816I/AAAAAAAAALQ/nkCuB7X3P40/s320/DSC04507.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263488033239127970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Braylen had surgery on the 23rd. It was nothing major. He had a cyst by his right ear and they removed it. I honestly wasn't that nerves because I knew it was nothing serious. His surgery was at 7:30 and we had to be an hour early. I changed him into his little gown and it looked so cute on him. when they tried to take his blood pressure they couldn't find it so they left it on his toe until it worked. He weighed in at 23lbs. They took him back awake but I of course knew what they were doing. It took not even a half hour.  When he woke up he wasn't happy though. I figured the reason being was he had not ate yet but also because he woke up in pain with a stranger holding him. The nurse made his bottle and he sucked it down in 5 minutes maybe less.  They gave him a little bear that had patches with stitches. it's really cute. I have to go back on the fourth for his check up. I don't have pictures because i forgot it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SQu1yDGrcMI/AAAAAAAAAL4/sUjXCg8wrZI/s1600-h/DSC04541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SQu1yDGrcMI/AAAAAAAAAL4/sUjXCg8wrZI/s320/DSC04541.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263500460943962306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(almost two weeks later)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-5426405940773928685?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/5426405940773928685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=5426405940773928685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/5426405940773928685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/5426405940773928685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2008/10/surgery.html' title='Surgery'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SQuqeqS816I/AAAAAAAAALQ/nkCuB7X3P40/s72-c/DSC04507.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-8237764928002277882</id><published>2008-10-31T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T17:47:17.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Laying on the floor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SQulWOZzaTI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ztWvRsYHl24/s1600-h/DSC04475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SQulWOZzaTI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ztWvRsYHl24/s320/DSC04475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263482390754584882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so in our home if braylens up there is no laying on the floor. He takes it as a queue for wrestling. He loves it when  grandpa lays down because he can climb pull hair you name it grandpa lets it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SQulqK1jV1I/AAAAAAAAALA/qF36aMNmQLM/s1600-h/DSC04478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SQulqK1jV1I/AAAAAAAAALA/qF36aMNmQLM/s320/DSC04478.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263482733394614098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided that he was old enough a while ago to use a sippy cup but the sippies i got he couldn't figure out. So i finally got him some that have handle on the sides and hallelujah he got it and holds it himself which is a big deal because he's a stubborn butt and refuses to hold his bottle. He's got much better too but he still doesnt get that you have to tilt your head back, so sometime i lay him on a pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SQum62R-iVI/AAAAAAAAALI/yCa6hv-ujxU/s1600-h/DSC04493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SQum62R-iVI/AAAAAAAAALI/yCa6hv-ujxU/s320/DSC04493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263484119446096210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-8237764928002277882?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/8237764928002277882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=8237764928002277882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/8237764928002277882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/8237764928002277882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-laying-on-floor.html' title='No Laying on the floor'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SQulWOZzaTI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ztWvRsYHl24/s72-c/DSC04475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-8555364527238143763</id><published>2008-10-08T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T18:22:33.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Month Marker</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SO1R7oZErEI/AAAAAAAAAKo/49GfbF5qVUs/s1600-h/DSC04461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SO1R7oZErEI/AAAAAAAAAKo/49GfbF5qVUs/s320/DSC04461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254946425107950658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday braylen turned 8 months.  The Thursday before he took his first for steps. Now hes taking more and more. When he walks and gets excited, I swear he tries to run. he has his second tooth and i think there is two more. We have to keep the tables and edges clear because he stands on his tippy toes and reaches. Usually getting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SO1VQWU3pyI/AAAAAAAAAKw/aasrhmbN_6k/s1600-h/DSC04466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SO1VQWU3pyI/AAAAAAAAAKw/aasrhmbN_6k/s320/DSC04466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254950079570618146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's having surgery on the 23rd.  He has a cyst in a pocket by his ear that has gotten infected twice. It's not harmful but it can get infected a lot. The doctor said he's most likely going to put tubes in his ears also. He said he may need them later so he wants to do them now so he can get them done all at once. Which is fine by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm trying to upload the video of Braylen walking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-8555364527238143763?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/8555364527238143763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=8555364527238143763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/8555364527238143763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/8555364527238143763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2008/10/8-month-marker.html' title='8 Month Marker'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SO1R7oZErEI/AAAAAAAAAKo/49GfbF5qVUs/s72-c/DSC04461.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-5687343677445760751</id><published>2008-10-03T08:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T08:22:08.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Steps!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Braylen took his first steps. We were playing on the floor and he was climbing all over me. He stood up so i rolled onto my side away from him and he just started to walk to me. I was praying that I would see his first steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yea and HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-5687343677445760751?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/5687343677445760751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=5687343677445760751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/5687343677445760751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/5687343677445760751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-steps.html' title='First Steps!'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</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-3420681404270016489.post-3060390053685820409</id><published>2008-09-22T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T17:24:32.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking off</title><content type='html'>Yesterday Braylen was pulling at his walker toy, so i pulled it out. He grabbed right on and took off walking. I took him outside and let him loose. I uploaded a video on you tube so it's with the rest of the videos on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two other new things he's doing is high fives. If you hold up your hand and say give me five he puts up his for you to smack. Also if you say, "How big is braylen?" he will hold up his arms and you say "SO BIG!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SNg3BRhtpJI/AAAAAAAAAKY/A2v19dYKPHY/s1600-h/DSC04455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SNg3BRhtpJI/AAAAAAAAAKY/A2v19dYKPHY/s320/DSC04455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249005860724515986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-3060390053685820409?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/3060390053685820409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=3060390053685820409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/3060390053685820409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/3060390053685820409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2008/09/taking-off.html' title='Taking off'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SNg3BRhtpJI/AAAAAAAAAKY/A2v19dYKPHY/s72-c/DSC04455.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-3219324482892848570</id><published>2008-09-20T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T17:27:41.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Tooth</title><content type='html'>Thursday Braylen's first tooth cut through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also keep forgetting to blog about his weird fetish. Braylen loves feet. Gross I know. Up until recently he would attack everyone else's feet and try to suck on them but he has know found his feet. well he did a couple weeks ago. but still he know has his own feet to suck on. Every once in a while he will go for my feet but he's pretty content with his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SNg31_B2UiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/nNH46Zf1rrM/s1600-h/DSC04456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SNg31_B2UiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/nNH46Zf1rrM/s320/DSC04456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249006766292095522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-3219324482892848570?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/3219324482892848570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=3219324482892848570' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/3219324482892848570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/3219324482892848570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-tooth.html' title='First Tooth'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SNg31_B2UiI/AAAAAAAAAKg/nNH46Zf1rrM/s72-c/DSC04456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-336851431597184758</id><published>2008-09-16T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T15:47:09.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for Walter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SNA3JreGs6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/NmjjsP86hHQ/s1600-h/DSC04343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SNA3JreGs6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/NmjjsP86hHQ/s320/DSC04343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246754205313971106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my mom always raves how Braylen sucks his blanket just like Walter used to. So the picture is for you Walt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-336851431597184758?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/336851431597184758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=336851431597184758' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/336851431597184758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/336851431597184758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-for-walter.html' title='Just for Walter'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SNA3JreGs6I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/NmjjsP86hHQ/s72-c/DSC04343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-7875116594363869934</id><published>2008-09-16T15:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T15:40:29.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Compacting Clothes</title><content type='html'>I've been meaning to blog about these space vacuum bags for a while now. I was at work when I found out that we sold them and they were on clearance. The lady I sold them to swore by them. I've been wondering about them because i thought it be a good idea for braylens to small clothes. I bought a couple packs and started to put all his clothes into the biggest cube. I couldn't believe it I fit 2 1/2 tubs into the biggest cube and it still wasn't full but what was amazing was when I sucked all the air out it was about the size of 1 tub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SNAy9aDLLaI/AAAAAAAAAKA/403oLvTrRW4/s1600-h/DSC04396.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SNAy9aDLLaI/AAAAAAAAAKA/403oLvTrRW4/s320/DSC04396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246749596432674210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(2 1/2 of these =...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SNA1dBAiGsI/AAAAAAAAAKI/I1XJ0XhgwfA/s1600-h/DSC04397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SNA1dBAiGsI/AAAAAAAAAKI/I1XJ0XhgwfA/s320/DSC04397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246752338489776834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(not even a full one of these.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-7875116594363869934?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/7875116594363869934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=7875116594363869934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/7875116594363869934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/7875116594363869934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2008/09/compacting-clothes.html' title='Compacting Clothes'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SNAy9aDLLaI/AAAAAAAAAKA/403oLvTrRW4/s72-c/DSC04396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-2209815225201651682</id><published>2008-09-16T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T15:25:51.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Enough</title><content type='html'>Last week Nicole told me that Walter yelled at her because she doesn't put up enough pictured and mentioned that I don't either. Today my mom told me that Walter told her that to and that I don't even have to blog to just put up pictures. My thinking is if he's mad at Nicole for not putting up enough pictures then he must REALLY mad at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SNAwHdV1-DI/AAAAAAAAAJg/C3QI1_hCFV8/s1600-h/DSC04403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SNAwHdV1-DI/AAAAAAAAAJg/C3QI1_hCFV8/s320/DSC04403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246746470580090930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(he was eating a bitter biscuit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been giving Braylen puffs and cheerios for a while now, so I figured i could let him feed himself for breakfast. Well i wont be doing that for a while. It took him forever and he kept gagging. I guess i have to wait til he has a couple teeth to let him feed himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SNAxB02ZhYI/AAAAAAAAAJo/zQFhgZY8xy0/s1600-h/DSC04414.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SNAxB02ZhYI/AAAAAAAAAJo/zQFhgZY8xy0/s320/DSC04414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246747473323066754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SNAxz1cNFpI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ESB78mCpQOw/s1600-h/DSC04416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SNAxz1cNFpI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ESB78mCpQOw/s320/DSC04416.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246748332475094674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing. He loves mirrors. Every morning if i stop at the mirror on my door he smiles so big and usually kisses himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SNAyR0sShaI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/W83JM0_x0d4/s1600-h/DSC04412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SNAyR0sShaI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/W83JM0_x0d4/s320/DSC04412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246748847670199714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-2209815225201651682?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/2209815225201651682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=2209815225201651682' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/2209815225201651682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/2209815225201651682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2008/09/not-enough.html' title='Not Enough'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SNAwHdV1-DI/AAAAAAAAAJg/C3QI1_hCFV8/s72-c/DSC04403.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-3158101711755907860</id><published>2008-09-13T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T23:38:35.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The ER visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SMx684oCJuI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/6PgeLyE6yzY/s1600-h/DSC04407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245702852390823650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SMx684oCJuI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/6PgeLyE6yzY/s320/DSC04407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On monday I took Braylen into the doctor's because I thought something was wrong but he was ok. Well that's not the story now. He was fine this morning when he woke up. I went to school and when I got home he was napping. He woke up a different baby. He was really whiney and did but didn't want to be held. I wasn't going to go to work but my mom told me too, that she could handle it. Apparently after me and my dad left (he went to get my uncle Danny from the airport) Braylen got worse. I was at work for around a half hour when I was paged to answer a phone line. I knew what it was. I left work and took him straight to the ER at St. John West Shore. They checked his ears, swabbed for RSV, and took chest X-rays. He has a double ear infection and bronchiolitis. They gave him Children's Motrin and Tylenol. He was prescribed amoxicillin and breathing treatments. You could see the Motrin kicking in because he slowly became normal. So now I have my Braylen back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SMx7RY5UnEI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ypqXIAq_dE0/s1600-h/DSC04411.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245703204650654786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SMx7RY5UnEI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ypqXIAq_dE0/s320/DSC04411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-3158101711755907860?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/3158101711755907860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=3158101711755907860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/3158101711755907860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/3158101711755907860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2008/09/er-visit.html' title='The ER visit'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SMx684oCJuI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/6PgeLyE6yzY/s72-c/DSC04407.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-6915447164973907964</id><published>2008-09-04T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T23:35:58.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SMA-q5WwjXI/AAAAAAAAAI4/-XbNLAIMVlM/s1600-h/DSC04394+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242258872930962802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SMA-q5WwjXI/AAAAAAAAAI4/-XbNLAIMVlM/s320/DSC04394+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby is know 7 months old today, and boy is he growing. It's funny because now he knows what the camera is so if he's doing something and I want to get a picture of it he stops and smiles for the camera. He is now getting around the furniture pretty good, claps but only when he wants to, and balances on his own. It's only a matter of time. Before he used to army crawl but now he crawls normal but only if he's not in a hurry or tired. he's like a little puppy now too. Right after I feed him, if he sees me eating he's at my lap begging. Oh he's also learned to stick his tongue out. It's the funniest thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SMA-xu4lg8I/AAAAAAAAAJA/yQA85V3XpiM/s1600-h/DSC04361+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242258990379140034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SMA-xu4lg8I/AAAAAAAAAJA/yQA85V3XpiM/s320/DSC04361+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SMA--CYQ5VI/AAAAAAAAAJI/K1nXtz-jAH0/s1600-h/DSC04373+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242259201770710354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SMA--CYQ5VI/AAAAAAAAAJI/K1nXtz-jAH0/s320/DSC04373+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On to me. I started school 2 weeks ago and let me tell you I'm beat. The first week of school I worked 35.5 hrs, went to school full time, did homework and took care of Braylen. This week wasn't too bad I worked less but everything else is the same. I knew it wasn't going to be easy but I have to do it for a better life. I told my work that I can't work more then 25 hrs but no less then 20 which is going to help a lot. School this semester I thought was going to be really hard because of the classes I'm taking but it's going to be easy as long as I read my books. I'm taking my last math and english, child development, and world civilization.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-6915447164973907964?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/6915447164973907964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=6915447164973907964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/6915447164973907964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/6915447164973907964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-month.html' title='Another Month'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SMA-q5WwjXI/AAAAAAAAAI4/-XbNLAIMVlM/s72-c/DSC04394+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-9188848680292171478</id><published>2008-08-06T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T23:32:56.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Fast</title><content type='html'>My little bug is getting so big. In a matter of two days he has sat up on his own and pulls himself up on furniture and walks along it. I just can't believe it. He only turned 6 months on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, when I go back to school while I'm working Braylen will be in daycare. I found him a daycare between work and school which is perfect. I'm so excited to go back to school. I can't wait until I graduate so I can start my career. So if you are wondering what I'm going to school for, I'm going for Early Childhood Education Pre k-3. It's perfect because I love kids, and when I get married and have more kids I can go back to work when they're in school. It will be like I'm still a stay at home mom because I'll be there whenever my children are home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-9188848680292171478?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/9188848680292171478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=9188848680292171478' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/9188848680292171478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/9188848680292171478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2008/08/too-fast.html' title='Too Fast'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</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-3420681404270016489.post-8765372600876317066</id><published>2008-08-03T17:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T23:30:48.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 MONTHS!</title><content type='html'>I know I'm a day off but I went and got Braylens 6 month pictures taken. Today was the only day I have off 'til Thursday. We were going to go to JC Penny but I decided to go to Baby's R Us. They do a really good job. Here are the pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SJZQkVd9z1I/AAAAAAAAAHw/2pKTxTlcoIQ/s1600-h/572020147_06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230456602405752658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SJZQkVd9z1I/AAAAAAAAAHw/2pKTxTlcoIQ/s320/572020147_06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SJZQuj4_KNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/5FVlK-GDqtU/s1600-h/572020147_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230456778075875538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SJZQuj4_KNI/AAAAAAAAAH4/5FVlK-GDqtU/s320/572020147_07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SJZQ5k96DDI/AAAAAAAAAIA/kpYVDR21DSs/s1600-h/572020147_14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230456967343508530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SJZQ5k96DDI/AAAAAAAAAIA/kpYVDR21DSs/s320/572020147_14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(in this picture he just leaned back and gave my a kiss)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SJZRI04qioI/AAAAAAAAAII/eTxQRoK8rIs/s1600-h/572020147_17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230457229314525826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SJZRI04qioI/AAAAAAAAAII/eTxQRoK8rIs/s320/572020147_17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SJZR2PLZ4yI/AAAAAAAAAIY/YhoBroF88Fw/s1600-h/572020147_19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230458009466561314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SJZR2PLZ4yI/AAAAAAAAAIY/YhoBroF88Fw/s320/572020147_19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SJZSCBfBBbI/AAAAAAAAAIg/gdu8_Bi4JMY/s1600-h/572020147_21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230458211949151666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SJZSCBfBBbI/AAAAAAAAAIg/gdu8_Bi4JMY/s320/572020147_21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SJZTHotP7sI/AAAAAAAAAIw/0s659rfUx2Y/s1600-h/572020147_27%281%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230459407888805570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SJZTHotP7sI/AAAAAAAAAIw/0s659rfUx2Y/s320/572020147_27%281%29.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-8765372600876317066?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/8765372600876317066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=8765372600876317066' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/8765372600876317066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/8765372600876317066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2008/08/6-months.html' title='6 MONTHS!'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SJZQkVd9z1I/AAAAAAAAAHw/2pKTxTlcoIQ/s72-c/572020147_06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-218741748961223259</id><published>2008-08-01T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T23:29:39.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New!</title><content type='html'>I've wanted to cut my hair for a while and do something way different. So today I went and cut my hair. I was so scared that it wasn't going to look right but everyone told me it would be fine. So here's my new look. I went from this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SJNlJr4jiiI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/qcMpeScdP_0/s1600-h/DSC04308+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229634809380440610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SJNlJr4jiiI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/qcMpeScdP_0/s320/DSC04308+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SJNlYj2URWI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8C1zZlD-ttE/s1600-h/DSC04317+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229635064921605474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SJNlYj2URWI/AAAAAAAAAHY/8C1zZlD-ttE/s320/DSC04317+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SJNlhlmo_pI/AAAAAAAAAHg/KRBRpWad2mQ/s1600-h/DSC04321+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229635220011548306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SJNlhlmo_pI/AAAAAAAAAHg/KRBRpWad2mQ/s320/DSC04321+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-218741748961223259?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/218741748961223259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=218741748961223259' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/218741748961223259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/218741748961223259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2008/08/new.html' title='New!'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SJNlJr4jiiI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/qcMpeScdP_0/s72-c/DSC04308+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-1872306447362902323</id><published>2008-07-27T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T23:28:57.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cabo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SI0UtuIP9mI/AAAAAAAAAG4/AEl8OfJFqb8/s1600-h/DSC04291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227857518156314210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SI0UtuIP9mI/AAAAAAAAAG4/AEl8OfJFqb8/s320/DSC04291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(bracing for the licks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we went to my aunt's house after a baby shower. She has this crazy dog named Cabo. We know Braylen needs to get used to him and Cabo needs to get used to a baby, so we didn't really stop him from sniffing and licking at least not in the face. It was so funny.  At first I thought that his screeches were him being afraid, but it was more of him being excited but wherry. Every time Cabo came around Braylen would brace himself for the licks but if Cabo wasn't by him he would look at him and screech. Basically demanding him to come. Then I put Braylen on the floor to see if Cabbo would be ok but he went right to him and started licking and one point laid down across from him and stared. There's a video on the side of him and Cabo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SI0WHMlZf6I/AAAAAAAAAHI/RyC5OQai00k/s1600-h/DSC04297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227859055339995042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SI0WHMlZf6I/AAAAAAAAAHI/RyC5OQai00k/s320/DSC04297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(the ground attack)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-1872306447362902323?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/1872306447362902323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=1872306447362902323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/1872306447362902323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/1872306447362902323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2008/07/cabbo.html' title='Cabo!'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SI0UtuIP9mI/AAAAAAAAAG4/AEl8OfJFqb8/s72-c/DSC04291.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-480755841610109914</id><published>2008-07-15T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T23:26:38.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Swing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SHz2cHktydI/AAAAAAAAAF8/SecKe9DbwnE/s1600-h/DSC04261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223320630772746706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SHz2cHktydI/AAAAAAAAAF8/SecKe9DbwnE/s320/DSC04261.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my dad put up Braylen's swing that I got him off of Craig's list. It only cost me FIVE dollars. Amazing huh. Rachel found out that he loved to swing babysitting him one day. When I put him in it and started swinging him he just started laughing. He was in the swing for a little bit but then he started to get hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SHz2_uPT8LI/AAAAAAAAAGE/lKuS4EPgzys/s1600-h/DSC04258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223321242447376562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SHz2_uPT8LI/AAAAAAAAAGE/lKuS4EPgzys/s320/DSC04258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning he wakes up before me, so when I wake up I hear him talking to his animals. But once I wake up he knows because he pulls his bumper pad down about 2 inches. So when i move my blanket he sees and goes straight to the side I'm at and this is what i see:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SHz6EmZfvWI/AAAAAAAAAGM/lim5SMJNtHE/s1600-h/DSC04251.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223324624776838498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SHz6EmZfvWI/AAAAAAAAAGM/lim5SMJNtHE/s320/DSC04251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-480755841610109914?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/480755841610109914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=480755841610109914' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/480755841610109914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/480755841610109914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-swing.html' title='New Swing'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SHz2cHktydI/AAAAAAAAAF8/SecKe9DbwnE/s72-c/DSC04261.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-8163257162913966077</id><published>2008-07-06T19:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T23:25:32.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireworks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SHF6rZKGoAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/C1XbOli8-fM/s1600-h/DSC04208+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220088329005342722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SHF6rZKGoAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/C1XbOli8-fM/s320/DSC04208+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SHF6yO6QwJI/AAAAAAAAAF0/cyjw3Fmsp7o/s1600-h/DSC04217+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220088446513627282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SHF6yO6QwJI/AAAAAAAAAF0/cyjw3Fmsp7o/s320/DSC04217+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Fourth of July the family grilled at home then went to a show down on the Black River Landing. I haven't really done anything for the 4th in a long time so it was fun. There was a band, who started playing at 7 until the fireworks started, that my dad wanted to see. The paper said it started at 6 so we were there around 6:15 or so. Braylen was tired and took a nap when I ran home for snacks but he didn't sleep that long. He didn't want to miss all the fun. When the fireworks started he just sat in grandma's lap sucking his thumb, bundled up, and watching the fireworks. He was in a trance looking at them. He stayed awake through the car ride home, which I thought would put him to sleep. Little does mommy know right? I don't think he went to bed 'til 11:30.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-8163257162913966077?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/8163257162913966077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=8163257162913966077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/8163257162913966077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/8163257162913966077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2008/07/fireworks.html' title='Fireworks'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SHF6rZKGoAI/AAAAAAAAAFs/C1XbOli8-fM/s72-c/DSC04208+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-8256071394849764247</id><published>2008-07-04T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T23:23:29.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fourth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SG6JukLgauI/AAAAAAAAAFc/3O8SlIUbXec/s1600-h/DSC04197+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219260451247909602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SG6JukLgauI/AAAAAAAAAFc/3O8SlIUbXec/s320/DSC04197+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today Braylen turns 5 months. He's getting so big. He's in 6-9 months clothes, almost crawls, eats baby food like a pro. He is starting to venture out of the living room and goes under the table. When he gets stuck he cries. He's just growing too fast. There's really not much to update you on. But the video of him scooting is uploaded. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219260568164698802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SG6J1XupCrI/AAAAAAAAAFk/2smhJwCy0Ss/s320/DSC04191+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-8256071394849764247?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/8256071394849764247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=8256071394849764247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/8256071394849764247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/8256071394849764247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-forth.html' title='Happy Fourth!'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SG6JukLgauI/AAAAAAAAAFc/3O8SlIUbXec/s72-c/DSC04197+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-7191882029717289572</id><published>2008-06-25T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T23:22:09.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmm Baby food</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SG5acRdYtBI/AAAAAAAAAFM/stu28ycXkzU/s1600-h/DSC04184+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219208459938477074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SG5acRdYtBI/AAAAAAAAAFM/stu28ycXkzU/s320/DSC04184+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(the fruit went from this^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219208552566411074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SG5ahqhmz0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/k1nt0ryEJ1Y/s320/DSC04188+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(to this^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday probably about 2 weeks ago, my mom and I both had off.(mind you I've been trying to post more pictures but my internet is messed up, that's why I haven't posted) We went to Costco and bought tons of fruit to make our own baby food. Last week I had to work at night so my mom made Braylen all his vegetables, so I made the fruit. It was a lot of fun. It's really easy to do. The most time consuming part is cutting the fruit and skinning it but the rest is so easy. I decided to make the baby food now that I know it's so easy. On the plus side it's been proven to be cheaper than buying baby food. In all my mom has made: broccoli, blueberries, asparagus,mashed potatoes, beets and zucchini. I've made: squash, spinach, blackberries, peaches, mango, papaya, peaches, apples sauce and apricots. I still have to make the plums. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-7191882029717289572?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/7191882029717289572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=7191882029717289572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/7191882029717289572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/7191882029717289572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2008/06/mmmm-baby-food.html' title='Mmmm Baby food'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SG5acRdYtBI/AAAAAAAAAFM/stu28ycXkzU/s72-c/DSC04184+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-6022196809867211257</id><published>2008-06-21T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T23:20:43.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Things</title><content type='html'>I am trying to upload the video of Braylen scooting but since my Internet isn't working it wont finish up loading onto you tube. So it's coming hopefully soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways Braylen is starting to do a couple new things. He is now getting up on all four and rocks. He doesn't get the fact that his arms can't be under him when he crawls, so when he tries he just face plants it. It's really funny. Then his other new thing is when he sits in his highchair he puts his arms back and leans forward. He's horrible to feed because won,t sit still ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-6022196809867211257?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/6022196809867211257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=6022196809867211257' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/6022196809867211257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/6022196809867211257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-things.html' title='New Things'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</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-3420681404270016489.post-1234750397665886283</id><published>2008-06-16T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T23:19:53.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Past Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SFcqlKVBQhI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ps3_sB5DSfY/s1600-h/DSC04136+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212681911620682258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SFcqlKVBQhI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ps3_sB5DSfY/s320/DSC04136+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't written in a while, I've been meaning to but haven't. Braylen now is almost 4 1/2 months. My goodness it hasn't seemed that long. He got his shots on the 9th. He did really well this time but still didn't like it. He weighed in at 18lbs and 26 inches. BIG I know. He rolls every which way and he's almost CRAWLING. I have a video of him scooting so I'll upload it to you tube for your enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I have been working when I can, but mostly loving taking care of Braylen. I went to Michigan for their YSA conference. It wasn't the best but it was good. Friday night we got to explore some of there area and it was fun. That was until we left Saturday night. We stopped at a rest stop for food and to switch drivers. When I went to get into the car I noticed we had a flat. I about died. For one, every time I've gotten a flat my Daddy has been there to change it but not this time. I've gotten so many flats that just by watching I knew how to do it. What's funny is that the guy that was riding with us didn't know how but I did. ha ha. I was almost done when the tire wouldn't come off. It was stuck. We were doing everything we could when a tow truck parked next to us. I couldn't figure out who called a tow truck. It turns out he just stopped to go potty. God was watching out for us because what are the chances he parked next to us. He got his sledge hammer and helped us for free. Another guy stopped to help also which was great. Before the tow truck man left he gave me his card and told me he was going to Middleburg heights and if i had trouble he'd turn around for me. We got home safely and today my car got fixed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-1234750397665886283?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/1234750397665886283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=1234750397665886283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/1234750397665886283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/1234750397665886283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2008/06/past-week.html' title='Past Week'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SFcqlKVBQhI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ps3_sB5DSfY/s72-c/DSC04136+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-4650534809016241007</id><published>2008-05-26T17:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T17:05:03.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nummy Peaches!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SDtQCgTFW2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/4OISb3wFRPE/s1600-h/DSC04121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204841798316677986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SDtQCgTFW2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/4OISb3wFRPE/s320/DSC04121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Braylen is eating food now so I took pictures while my mom fed him. He's so funny because if he doesn't like a food he gags himself. In these pictures he is eating peaches as dessert. He had Green beans as his dinner. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204841231380994898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SDtPhgTFW1I/AAAAAAAAAEk/WM29BHJrrIY/s320/DSC04123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-4650534809016241007?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/4650534809016241007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=4650534809016241007' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/4650534809016241007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/4650534809016241007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2008/05/nummy-peaches.html' title='Nummy Peaches!'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SDtQCgTFW2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/4OISb3wFRPE/s72-c/DSC04121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-7628770360639219855</id><published>2008-05-26T16:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T17:06:53.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zion's Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SDtJvATFWyI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zc4oBYUIyCg/s1600-h/DSC04061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204834866239462178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SDtJvATFWyI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zc4oBYUIyCg/s320/DSC04061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend I went to Zion's Camp. It was so much fun. The first night was a carnival. They set up games in the gym for us to play and win tickets. With the tickets you could have won an i-pod nano, a 8 1/2in screen portable DVD player or one of 5 $50 prepaid visa's. I of course didn't get anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204835858376907570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SDtKowTFWzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/dDpEoBW5SHI/s320/DSC04078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday was the keynote speakers, service projects and the dance. The keynote speakers were Brother and Sister Kapp. We got to pick the service project that we wanted to do. I picked giving blood but when I tried my iron was low. It was only 36%. So i did nothing all day. Me and the girls went back to the hotel and got ready for the dance. The dance was kinda fun. I went outside at one point to call my mom and see how Braylen was and two people were outside and they had caught a baby raccoon. The mom had apparently abandoned it earlier that day. And yes i had met guy earlier that day I just didn't know it until Sunday. After the dance we went back to the hotel and went to the boys room to play games. Jerry and Mike ended up coming to our room to play Wii and inhale helium. We had so much fun until 2:30 in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204838993703033666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SDtNfQTFW0I/AAAAAAAAAEc/wbLwEmKBOc0/s320/DSC04112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Sunday morning Rachel and I shuttled to the temple. We had sacrament in the temple and it was amazing and beautiful. Then we had lunch at Lake Land college. They catered for us. We did tours and got lost. Before we went home there was a closing speaker and bag dinners. I got to talk with the guy I met and get to know him better, but I'm not getting my hopes up. I was excited to get home though to get back to Braylen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-7628770360639219855?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/7628770360639219855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=7628770360639219855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/7628770360639219855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/7628770360639219855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2008/05/zions-camp.html' title='Zion&apos;s Camp'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SDtJvATFWyI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zc4oBYUIyCg/s72-c/DSC04061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-3609338044606249316</id><published>2008-05-14T09:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T17:08:00.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom Removed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SCsP7CU94JI/AAAAAAAAAD8/lv407SJJFJQ/s1600-h/DSC04003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200267701640880274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SCsP7CU94JI/AAAAAAAAAD8/lv407SJJFJQ/s320/DSC04003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I had my wisdom teeth removed. It wasn't bad at first but as the day went on it started hurting worse. They gave me oxycodon for the pain but it doesn't work very well. Then over night my face swelled up so now I look like a chipmunk and I'm in pain. I just hope the swelling goes down before Zion's camp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.s. There's a movie of Braylen rolling over, over in the movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-3609338044606249316?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/3609338044606249316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=3609338044606249316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/3609338044606249316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/3609338044606249316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2008/05/wisdom-removed.html' title='Wisdom Removed'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SCsP7CU94JI/AAAAAAAAAD8/lv407SJJFJQ/s72-c/DSC04003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-5654738634693820090</id><published>2008-05-12T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T14:00:15.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>So yesterday was my first mothers day. Braylen (really my mom) bought me a beautiful necklace. It's a sterling silver star. I've always wanted a star necklace and I finally got one. Then I bought my mom some gold earrings, that I said were from Braylen, Isabelle and Alekisio, and two cards. It made her cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199608179347808386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SCi4FyU94II/AAAAAAAAAD0/mX4xg4V7Q3s/s320/DSC03980.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-5654738634693820090?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/5654738634693820090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=5654738634693820090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/5654738634693820090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/5654738634693820090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SCi4FyU94II/AAAAAAAAAD0/mX4xg4V7Q3s/s72-c/DSC03980.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-4729577044445837575</id><published>2008-05-05T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T17:10:14.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Months</title><content type='html'>So I know I'm a day late but yesterday Braylen turned 3 months. As of today he is 15lbs 14oz and 23.5 inches long. I cant believe in 3 months he's gained 7lbs 2 oz 2.5 inches. Hes getting to big and I told him he wasn't aloud to grow anymore even though I know he will. He can't help it. I took him to the doctor today because he broke out in a rash a while ago and it now started to spread. It turns out he has eczema. then yesterday i notice that the cyst in his ear was pussing so i told her about that and she said it most likely infected. So he's got to take two nasty medicines. Every month I do a picture on the 4th for when I scrapbook. So here's this months picture... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197006506392844210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SB954fTwd7I/AAAAAAAAADs/oa_XLMCGPio/s320/DSC03925+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-4729577044445837575?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/4729577044445837575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=4729577044445837575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/4729577044445837575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/4729577044445837575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2008/05/3-months.html' title='3 Months'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SB954fTwd7I/AAAAAAAAADs/oa_XLMCGPio/s72-c/DSC03925+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-3340277335562970464</id><published>2008-05-01T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T14:50:31.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flip and Turn and Talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195478417158469490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SBoMF_Twd3I/AAAAAAAAADM/GdLWE9gfRp4/s320/DSC03858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So lately I have notice that Braylen is starting to move around. I lay him down in one spot and when I come back to him his moved slightly. Well today I put him down facing one way and when I came back he was facing the completely opposite direction. I wounder if he'll start crawling next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195484958393661346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SBoSCvTwd6I/AAAAAAAAADk/tRrGaN7sF7o/s320/DSC03845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About a week ago Nicole called my mom about Isabelle rolling over and when we said braylen is always on his back and he doesnt even try. She says, "it's because he's a porkchop." Later my dad gave him a rattle and he yells to my mom, "call nicole braylens been holding and sucking on his rattle for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; minutes!" When my mom told her later agian she says it's because he's a porkchop and thinks it's food. Well I would like to report that Braylen did indeed roll over today. He was on his belly and I walked away for a minute and when I came back he was on his back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195483768687720338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SBoQ9fTwd5I/AAAAAAAAADc/gX8Bo64-HxA/s320/DSC03871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;One last cute thing. I put some animals in his crib a couple days ago. That day when I put him down for his nap he notice they were there and just starred at them and just watched them. The next morning I woke up to him talking and when I got up and looked he was looking and the white dog talking away to it. It was So cute. so whenever he's in the crib and he can see them all he does is look at them till he falls asleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-3340277335562970464?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/3340277335562970464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=3340277335562970464' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/3340277335562970464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/3340277335562970464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2008/05/flip-and-turn-and-talk.html' title='Flip and Turn and Talk'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SBoMF_Twd3I/AAAAAAAAADM/GdLWE9gfRp4/s72-c/DSC03858.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-5738099867205437911</id><published>2008-04-19T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T19:08:54.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Videos</title><content type='html'>OK everyone I finally figured out how to get the video's onto my blog. To see them go to the bottom right of the screen and the there through you tube. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-5738099867205437911?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/5738099867205437911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=5738099867205437911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/5738099867205437911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/5738099867205437911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2008/04/videos.html' title='Videos'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</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-3420681404270016489.post-5936091511493733330</id><published>2008-04-14T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T19:08:24.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giggles and Pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So last week I was on the computer and I heard Braylen and my mom. She had him laughing and not just a giggle he was cracking up. It was the cutest thing. I tried to put the video up but every time I try, it stops in the middle and wont finish. I also tried to put up a video up of him talking to my mom but it does the same thing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Monday night I had pains in my stomach and I new exactly what it was. It was my gal bladder. Usually the attacks go away within to hours but this one wouldn't go away. So I went to the hospital at 1:30 am. I told them I new it was my gal bladder because I was told when I was pregnant that I had them during an ultrasound. Finally at 6 o'clock in the morning they told me I was going to have it removed that day. Then I saw the surgeon and he told me not today but eventually. They admitted me to keep me under observation. Later that day the surgeon came back and told me if I wanted I could have it removed tomorrow or schedule it for another day. I wanted it out as soon as possible, so I had surgery on Wednesday. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Being in the hospital I hadn't seen Braylen since Tuesday morning and it was killing me. I got home Thursday afternoon but even though I'm home I still cant hold Braylen. I want to cry because it hurts so bad if I try. So I cant hold him, play with him or anything. If I feed him I have to lay him in my lap but it's not the same. These next two weeks are going to be so hard on me not being able to do anything for my son. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-5936091511493733330?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/5936091511493733330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=5936091511493733330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/5936091511493733330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/5936091511493733330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2008/04/giggles-and-pain.html' title='Giggles and Pain'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</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-3420681404270016489.post-9106054638949415718</id><published>2008-04-06T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T19:10:42.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Separation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(His two month picture)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/R_mbDSxo9FI/AAAAAAAAAC8/i9kEBUMFBWw/s1600-h/DSC03813+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186346926775792722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/R_mbDSxo9FI/AAAAAAAAAC8/i9kEBUMFBWw/s320/DSC03813+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186347356272522338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/R_mbcSxo9GI/AAAAAAAAADE/BSRILKCV0fA/s320/DSC03806+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of Friday Braylen turned two months. He's growing so fast to me. He play on his mat and hits at his toys and the noisier they are the more he loves them and when he's on his belly he holds his head up so good. But what I love the most is when he talks to me. What he loves the most though is his bath time. If you fill the tub and hold his head up he love to float and kick and move his arms. He just smiles and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;coos&lt;/span&gt;. It the cutest thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went back to work and I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; it was only four hours. Everyone asked me if I was missing him yet. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Of course&lt;/span&gt; I was but I do need my mommy time. I'm with him all day. Saturday it is going to be the day I miss him the most because I have to be away from him for about 9 hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-9106054638949415718?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/9106054638949415718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=9106054638949415718' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/9106054638949415718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/9106054638949415718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2008/04/separation.html' title='Separation'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/R_mbDSxo9FI/AAAAAAAAAC8/i9kEBUMFBWw/s72-c/DSC03813+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-9076770190502389317</id><published>2008-03-23T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T19:11:51.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Easter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/R-cM4Sxo9BI/AAAAAAAAACc/eHWBYVWj188/s1600-h/DSC03791(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181124057565295634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/R-cM4Sxo9BI/AAAAAAAAACc/eHWBYVWj188/s320/DSC03791(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today was Braylen's first Easter. At first I thought I wasn't going to dress him up because he's only 7 weeks old, but then I saw the outfits and had to get one. Then my luck kicked in. I thought he would fit into the 3-6 month outfit with the way he's been growing, being 12.5lbs already. But of course it was too big even though it shrunk in the wash. Grandma came to the rescue though and bought him his new Easter outfit. And of course mommy went to Kohl's (her favorite place to shop) and got herself a new Easter dress too. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181125462019601442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/R-cOKCxo9CI/AAAAAAAAACk/jE80Yfm1peU/s320/DSC03789.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/R-cLhSxo9AI/AAAAAAAAACU/lGGGTHcsnp4/s1600-h/DSC03791(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-9076770190502389317?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/9076770190502389317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=9076770190502389317' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/9076770190502389317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/9076770190502389317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2008/03/first-easter.html' title='First Easter'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/R-cM4Sxo9BI/AAAAAAAAACc/eHWBYVWj188/s72-c/DSC03791(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-6937855094338530494</id><published>2008-03-18T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T19:14:20.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Guy</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I had Braylen's one month check up. I brought up that his breathing concerns me because he breathes really funny. Then they found his dimple on his ear and didn't like the look of that. And then on top of that they couldn't find his pulse on his leg by his pelvis. Poor guy right? So they sent us to get him chest X-rays and a cardiac echo and blood work. Then he's been referred to an ENT for the ear because they say he has a cyst in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning I had to take him for his blood work and the cardiac echo. His appointment for the echo was at 9 o'clock but of course with my luck the lady that the echo's doesn't come in until 12. Then the lab couldn't do the blood work and sent me to the hospital he was born at EMH. So we went to EMH and sat there for like an hour and finally got called. After that my heart broke because he cried the whole time. First they couldn't find his veins. Then when they found one it wasn't that strong so they were nervous. When they started taking the blood they had one lady holding his arm still, one lady taking the blood and ME holding him down. I wanted to start crying because he was hurting and being restrained and I had to help. Poor little guy he cried until I got him to sleep. So this morning was pointless on top of my baby boy being hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-6937855094338530494?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/6937855094338530494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=6937855094338530494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/6937855094338530494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/6937855094338530494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2008/03/poor-guy.html' title='Poor Guy'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</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-3420681404270016489.post-6551830760510950436</id><published>2008-03-13T14:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T19:15:33.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Cheese!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/R9miWKessyI/AAAAAAAAABg/rMwvdFLrSN4/s1600-h/DSC03758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177347748293030690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/R9miWKessyI/AAAAAAAAABg/rMwvdFLrSN4/s320/DSC03758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/R9mdX6esswI/AAAAAAAAABQ/stbVADylrbw/s1600-h/DSC03758.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So last night I went to a support group at the hospital. I go to it every week and I get to weigh Braylen. Last night he was 11lbs 6oz. He was 8lbs 7oz when we left the hospital so that's an ounce away from 3lbs gained in 5 weeks. What can I say the boy loves his food just like any other man. And just like any other man he's happy after he eats, that when he smiles the most. I got excited the other night because I just love his smile its so big and I had been tr&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/R9mhb6essxI/AAAAAAAAABY/IeKkAMueKSA/s1600-h/DSC03749(1).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177346747565650706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/R9mhb6essxI/AAAAAAAAABY/IeKkAMueKSA/s320/DSC03749(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ying for weeks to capture his smile on camera and finally I got it. Usually he sees the camera and stops smiling and wont smile again until it is turned off. How he knows it's turned off is a mystery to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-6551830760510950436?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/6551830760510950436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=6551830760510950436' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/6551830760510950436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/6551830760510950436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2008/03/say-cheese.html' title='Say Cheese!'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/R9miWKessyI/AAAAAAAAABg/rMwvdFLrSN4/s72-c/DSC03758.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-2282197974137326907</id><published>2008-03-11T20:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T19:18:45.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isabelle Manukeu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/R9dJKaessvI/AAAAAAAAABI/BvwcMIqOESI/s1600-h/isabell+and+nic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176686739941274354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/R9dJKaessvI/AAAAAAAAABI/BvwcMIqOESI/s320/isabell+and+nic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/R9dJCqessuI/AAAAAAAAABA/4A4Swb3d8Ss/s1600-h/isabell.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176686606797288162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/R9dJCqessuI/AAAAAAAAABA/4A4Swb3d8Ss/s320/isabell.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Isabelle finally made her entrance. On March 10, 2008 Nicole had her baby girl. They named her after our grandma Isabelle. She was 6lbs 12oz 19 inches long. She was born at 4:40 something Hawaii time. I just wanted to let everyone know Nicole will fill you in on the rest most likely tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-2282197974137326907?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/2282197974137326907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=2282197974137326907' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/2282197974137326907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/2282197974137326907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2008/03/isabell-manukeu.html' title='Isabelle Manukeu'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/R9dJKaessvI/AAAAAAAAABI/BvwcMIqOESI/s72-c/isabell+and+nic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3420681404270016489.post-9158994124436133899</id><published>2008-03-03T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T18:51:31.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Adventure!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SaIPGt7FedI/AAAAAAAAAX0/A-_1CFjff0E/s1600-h/080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SaIPGt7FedI/AAAAAAAAAX0/A-_1CFjff0E/s320/080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305819919076915666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards the end of my pregnancy my sister kept telling me I should start a blog. I didn't really see why I would blog when my son wouldn't be doing anything right away. He is going to be a month old tomorrow and is starting to do little things. He smiles a lot, he holds up his head on his own(but he's still a little wobbly) and he kicks and pushes his legs against things. He loves his thumb but right now he gets too frustrated not being able to find it and cries but when he does find it he is in heaven. I just look at him and think man hes going too grow fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SaINiawxBGI/AAAAAAAAAXc/DfB-fFBMK-4/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SaINiawxBGI/AAAAAAAAAXc/DfB-fFBMK-4/s320/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305818195946439778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was first born he was 8lbs 12 oz 21 inches long. Whats fun is he was only an ounce bigger then me. Every week I go to this support group at the hospital he was born at and I get to weigh him. As of last Wednesday he was 10lbs 5oz. He loves his food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SaIOIQwCZnI/AAAAAAAAAXk/WLquPjvkDEs/s1600-h/111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SaIOIQwCZnI/AAAAAAAAAXk/WLquPjvkDEs/s320/111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305818846094059122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday he was blessed at church by my dad. Sister Stay made his gown for me because I wanted it perfect and no one does a better job then Sister Stay. I wanted to look nice for church that day but everything I have is old. So I went the night before and bought a dress, shoes and nylons. I prayed that morning that everything would go smoothly but of course it didn't. I went to put on my nylons and they were the wrong color. Then I went to put on my shoes and realized they were two right feet. So I had to run on the way to church, even though your not supposed to, to Kmart and get the right color nylons and a pair of shoes. After that everything went great. My son was blessed and Given the Name Braylen Andrew Levenhagen. I even got it on tape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SaIOlQ1ds_I/AAAAAAAAAXs/nOXZO3nrAWU/s1600-h/110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SaIOlQ1ds_I/AAAAAAAAAXs/nOXZO3nrAWU/s320/110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305819344333026290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know this is a long blog but I had to get you up to date. I hope you enjoy (Nicole i hope you noticed i spelled it right) reading about my motherhood experience and I'll keep you posted for now on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3420681404270016489-9158994124436133899?l=lovinglittleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/feeds/9158994124436133899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3420681404270016489&amp;postID=9158994124436133899' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/9158994124436133899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3420681404270016489/posts/default/9158994124436133899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovinglittleman.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-adventure.html' title='A New Adventure!'/><author><name>Naomi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06263611845354543636</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ON0eWt8P4Sg/SaIPGt7FedI/AAAAAAAAAX0/A-_1CFjff0E/s72-c/080.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
