<?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-1202241913336722630</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:33:08.815-08:00</updated><category term='Parenthood'/><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Random'/><category term='Family Vacation'/><category term='Game Night'/><category term='Snow Day'/><category term='Holiday'/><category term='Taekwondo'/><category term='Newsletter'/><category term='Milestone'/><category term='Tagged'/><category term='Checkup'/><category term='Bugamugisms'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>Bugamug &amp; Monkey</title><subtitle type='html'>This is for my sons.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>RedDaisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628156542453438905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMimiA0DdhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJvMJrJM0Q/S220/daisy_red.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202241913336722630.post-5937844774682409321</id><published>2009-11-23T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T10:33:26.124-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Game Night'/><title type='text'>Game Night - Uno Attack</title><content type='html'>Friday night’s menu featured breakfast for dinner - eggs, sausage and toast; a majority of the family’s favorite…Scott had fish.  After dinner game night was on.  I had purchased Uno Attack a few years ago and I honestly don’t even remember why but I finally had a reason to blow the dust off and shuffle the deck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uno Attack is pretty much like your old school Uno with a few exceptions…randomness, unpredictability and a card launcher that shows no mercy.  You may think you are in the home stretch with your “UNO” card then the player before you lays down a Wild Hit-Fire card and you hit the launcher until it shoots out cards.  We had a blast…high fives…finger pointing and the holding of one’s breath could be heard quite simultaneously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the early lead with my old school skillz but then Scott and Seth soon caught on and the unpredictability and randomness reared its ugly head.  We all had “UNO” at one point in the game but 45 minutes later Seth prevailed as the champion.  Apparently he has a little winning streak going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time.  Every “attack” brought laughs and the use of hand muscles we never thought we had with holding a big o’ stack of cards…Scott.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Friday Nana and Papa will get to share in our “game night” experience.  I thought of doing fondue for dinner but then I was promptly reminded turkey ought to be on the menu for most of the weekend.  I guess I will have to get creative…pin the leg on the turkey anyone…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202241913336722630-5937844774682409321?l=bugamug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/feeds/5937844774682409321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202241913336722630&amp;postID=5937844774682409321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/5937844774682409321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/5937844774682409321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/2009/11/game-night-uno-attack.html' title='Game Night - Uno Attack'/><author><name>RedDaisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628156542453438905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMimiA0DdhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJvMJrJM0Q/S220/daisy_red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202241913336722630.post-7338980300226937513</id><published>2009-11-16T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T19:55:00.066-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Game Night'/><title type='text'>Game Night - Trouble</title><content type='html'>Friday night marked the first of many Friday night game nights for the Wayne family.  After checkerboard sandwiches and domino cookies were devoured and Sage was snug as a bug in bed we broke out Trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The friendly game turned into fierce competition as Seth and Scott took early leads getting their guys off home.  I sat there roll after roll as more of a spectator than actual participator, my speculation is the dice were rigged in an Ocean’s thirteen type fashion, frightened of  the reputation that precedes me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the boys decided I sat on the sidelines long enough and the 6’s started rolling my way and true to form I started picking them off one by one. The lead exchanged hands at least four or five times finally ending with Seth the victor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seth celebrated his victory with fever, chills, vomiting and overall feeling of ickiness the remainder of the weekend.  Evidently it was a 24 hour thing or he has a super human immune system. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is well on this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SwIQQfzEFPI/AAAAAAAAAMU/9Hq1oicW9gA/s1600/DSC_4468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SwIQQfzEFPI/AAAAAAAAAMU/9Hq1oicW9gA/s320/DSC_4468.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404900378397644018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SwIQYa6nrlI/AAAAAAAAAMc/QioWS_84Xns/s1600/DSC_4469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SwIQYa6nrlI/AAAAAAAAAMc/QioWS_84Xns/s320/DSC_4469.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404900514526113362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SwIQgFoIf8I/AAAAAAAAAMk/d2zfjEu9mzE/s1600/DSC_4471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SwIQgFoIf8I/AAAAAAAAAMk/d2zfjEu9mzE/s320/DSC_4471.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404900646250381250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202241913336722630-7338980300226937513?l=bugamug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/feeds/7338980300226937513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202241913336722630&amp;postID=7338980300226937513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/7338980300226937513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/7338980300226937513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/2009/11/game-night-trouble.html' title='Game Night - Trouble'/><author><name>RedDaisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628156542453438905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMimiA0DdhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJvMJrJM0Q/S220/daisy_red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SwIQQfzEFPI/AAAAAAAAAMU/9Hq1oicW9gA/s72-c/DSC_4468.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202241913336722630.post-5329932338383859823</id><published>2009-11-16T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T19:01:35.542-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestone'/><title type='text'>He speaks with a whistle after each word...</title><content type='html'>You lost your first tooth Friday at school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tooth fairy was very generous a whole...$2!  Inflation has sky rocketed, $.25 was the going rate back in my day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SwIRwx7C_DI/AAAAAAAAAMs/vOVMmlU6zJs/s1600/DSC_4472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SwIRwx7C_DI/AAAAAAAAAMs/vOVMmlU6zJs/s320/DSC_4472.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404902032530406450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202241913336722630-5329932338383859823?l=bugamug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/feeds/5329932338383859823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202241913336722630&amp;postID=5329932338383859823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/5329932338383859823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/5329932338383859823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/2009/11/he-speaks-with-whistle-after-each-word.html' title='He speaks with a whistle after each word...'/><author><name>RedDaisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628156542453438905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMimiA0DdhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJvMJrJM0Q/S220/daisy_red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SwIRwx7C_DI/AAAAAAAAAMs/vOVMmlU6zJs/s72-c/DSC_4472.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202241913336722630.post-2588713102355959575</id><published>2009-11-03T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T19:23:00.197-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Halloween 2009</title><content type='html'>Seth displaying his Mummy Dogs and candy sushi.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SvBcr2YHYVI/AAAAAAAAALE/VoiZAUouIA4/s1600-h/seth_sushi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SvBcr2YHYVI/AAAAAAAAALE/VoiZAUouIA4/s320/seth_sushi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399917861618016594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twins...four years apart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SvBc4I0bGqI/AAAAAAAAALM/GD6PE980780/s1600-h/twins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SvBc4I0bGqI/AAAAAAAAALM/GD6PE980780/s320/twins.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399918072727018146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too cool for school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SvBc_9LKUxI/AAAAAAAAALU/3MsIFmBKjbM/s1600-h/sage_kickin_it.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SvBc_9LKUxI/AAAAAAAAALU/3MsIFmBKjbM/s320/sage_kickin_it.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399918207040115474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you and what have you done with my brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SvBdDyTK4MI/AAAAAAAAALc/FGaH71IxYdQ/s1600-h/boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SvBdDyTK4MI/AAAAAAAAALc/FGaH71IxYdQ/s320/boys.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399918272840392898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My big boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SvBdLXlAIJI/AAAAAAAAALk/7aeuZQJzb1w/s1600-h/sage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SvBdLXlAIJI/AAAAAAAAALk/7aeuZQJzb1w/s320/sage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399918403106381970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mohawk boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SvBdQ9yConI/AAAAAAAAALs/h35NcuN7Vqo/s1600-h/mohawk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SvBdQ9yConI/AAAAAAAAALs/h35NcuN7Vqo/s320/mohawk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399918499260965490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who...me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SvBdUueCkUI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Y5DdELo71lA/s1600-h/sage_candy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SvBdUueCkUI/AAAAAAAAAL0/Y5DdELo71lA/s320/sage_candy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399918563870019906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202241913336722630-2588713102355959575?l=bugamug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/feeds/2588713102355959575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202241913336722630&amp;postID=2588713102355959575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/2588713102355959575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/2588713102355959575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-2009.html' title='Halloween 2009'/><author><name>RedDaisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628156542453438905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMimiA0DdhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJvMJrJM0Q/S220/daisy_red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SvBcr2YHYVI/AAAAAAAAALE/VoiZAUouIA4/s72-c/seth_sushi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202241913336722630.post-7211816254069673375</id><published>2009-10-26T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:27:00.222-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bugamugisms'/><title type='text'>“It’s all over me…how am I ok?”</title><content type='html'>Last night as we were finishing up dinner as a family Seth was eating his mandarin oranges out of his cup while the Sage was roaming around the kitchen looking for mischief.  He found it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Seth was correcting a quote I had said moments before…”It’s not how about those apples…It is how about THEM apples”.  Which was funny in itself…Sage comes by and grabs Seth’s cup and spills the oranges…juice and everything onto Seth and the floor.  I go over to clean it up and tell Seth he is ok…where he replies…”It’s all over me…how am I ok?”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202241913336722630-7211816254069673375?l=bugamug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/feeds/7211816254069673375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202241913336722630&amp;postID=7211816254069673375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/7211816254069673375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/7211816254069673375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-all-over-mehow-am-i-ok.html' title='“It’s all over me…how am I ok?”'/><author><name>RedDaisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628156542453438905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMimiA0DdhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJvMJrJM0Q/S220/daisy_red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202241913336722630.post-7923310430192167267</id><published>2009-09-15T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T09:48:35.317-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taekwondo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestone'/><title type='text'>Too long...</title><content type='html'>Hello Boys…miss me?  Yes, it has been quite a while since your last update and I apologize for that.  Life happens as you well know and sometimes you just have to roll with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time I checked in...Bug, you were dating and Monkey, you were trying to crawl.  What a difference 8 months makes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bug, you graduated from Pre-K and are now officially a Kindergartener.  I am beside myself typing that out.  Your first day of Kindergarten was not outwardly as emotional as I thought it would be.  I believe you are responsible for that…you were simply amazing.  You handled yourself with such confidence and poise.  I was in awe as I watched with joy as you walked to your class, put your backpack and lunch away and sat at your assigned seat and did you thing.  I could tell your Dad and I were no longer needed so we said our goodbyes and left you to begin your formal education endeavors.  I shed a tear or two on my way to work but it was because I was so proud of you and the hard work you have put in over the last year.  You have come so far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SuXSkuak1lI/AAAAAAAAAKE/BcVS-7RGitg/s1600-h/seth_kinder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SuXSkuak1lI/AAAAAAAAAKE/BcVS-7RGitg/s320/seth_kinder.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396951256850028114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkey you are now in suite 150.  When I last reported you had just moved to 100.  Let’s just say the transition to 150 was not as seamless as 100.  I think there were several factors going on.  Teething…which is very difficult on you AND we had just returned from an extended vacation in San Diego.  It took you a couple of weeks to get acclimated but true to form you adapted and you now love your class…only to begin preparations for transitioning into 200 by the end of this month.  In only three months.  Monkey…they tell me you are moving up because you are advanced and this is a true statement but I also wonder how much of it has to do with the biting…boy…you are a biter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course you are walking, running and talking now.  You started walking around the end of May and have not looked back.  I love when I walk into a room and you run to me with the biggest smile on your face.  My heart swells when I see you do that to your Dad as well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a good eater.  I must say much better than your brosef.  I do not have anything specific that you do not like.  A few of your favorites: Avocadoes, Lox, scrambled eggs, pancakes, donuts, ravioli, hot dogs, bananas, applesauce, sausage, yogurt, just to name a few, I could go on.  I hope beyond hope that you do not ever lose your zest for trying new foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SuXSyOGiP0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/PEliIdIfMvk/s1600-h/sage_grany.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SuXSyOGiP0I/AAAAAAAAAKM/PEliIdIfMvk/s320/sage_grany.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396951488694206274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well boys this summer started out with a vacation to San Diego to see the grandparents, aunt and cousins.  Monkey, this was your first airplane ride.  Uphill you did great.  You even slept for 20 minutes…downhill on the way back…no dice.  Let’s just say I got to know the flight attendants really well on our flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed nine days and I think we succeeded and showing the both of you a good time.  Bug, you played and played with your cousins, in the house, at the beach, at mema’s, and while picking strawberries.  You spent the night at Aunt Stefanie’s a couple of times and one night a Nana and Papa’s.  You did great.  You were exhausted every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkey, this was a good trip for you too.  You met your cousins and your Aunt for the first time.  And you discovered your love for strawberries while in the strawberry fields.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so close to your birthday’s that Mema, Nana and Papa had a party for you.  Both of you had a great time opening presents and eating cake.  I was so glad you both were able to share your celebrations with your California family.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we returned we got into the swing of a summer routine.  Bug, your school offered swimming lessons during the day and we signed you up and who knew you were a fish.  Sunday mornings are our family pool mornings and your Dad and I were floored the first time we saw you swim.  One of the lifeguards even made a comment on how good your technique is. Of course…you never do anything halfway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkey, you are the post child for water babies.  You love the water and we so enjoyed our family time playing with you boys at the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bug, you received your yellow belt in Tae Kwon Do a few weeks ago.  I haven’t been going to your classes because your brother wants to play with the big boys and he is too little right now.  I was very impressed when I came to your testing.  Again, what a difference a year makes.  Very mature and confident, I am so proud of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkey you are talking up a storm.  You say banana, stinky…and when I ask if you are stinky you will run and get me a diaper and lay down on the floor.  You can say down and my suspicion is because when we go to the grocery store on Sunday afternoons I am constantly telling you to sit down.  Your first word…other than Dada and Mama was shhoooooe?  When you say it you sound like you are asking a question.  Just last week you learned A-choo when I was singing “On Top of Ole Smokey” to you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have fallen in love with your bear and the two of you are starting to become inseparable.  Right now you have a molar coming in on the bottom left and those bad boys wreak havoc with your system.  Thankfully we are near the end of that milestone…at least while you cannot articulate your feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have to add you are the most accident prone child since…well…me.  We have been to the emergency clinic twice, x-rays, an ambulance ride and had an overnight at Texas Children’s…all before you were one.  We need to work on getting you off that frequency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is long post but I had a lot to catch up on.  My promise to you both is that I will keep up with this blog on a more regular basis from now on.  The memories are too priceless to let fall by the wayside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you both very much.  Thanks for letting me by your mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202241913336722630-7923310430192167267?l=bugamug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/feeds/7923310430192167267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202241913336722630&amp;postID=7923310430192167267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/7923310430192167267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/7923310430192167267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/2009/09/too-long.html' title='Too long...'/><author><name>RedDaisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628156542453438905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMimiA0DdhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJvMJrJM0Q/S220/daisy_red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SuXSkuak1lI/AAAAAAAAAKE/BcVS-7RGitg/s72-c/seth_kinder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202241913336722630.post-3372060459143732001</id><published>2009-01-20T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:34:00.298-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenthood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Girl Drama</title><content type='html'>So the boy tells me this morning that he has a girlfriend and her name is Kendall.  I’m like oh how cute…he’s had a girlfriend before and her name was Kolby Davis, and still speaks of his lost love and how much he misses her.  Scarred at the ripe ole age of four.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His new relationship is fresh and evidently this little hussy gets around.  She used to be Josh’s girlfriend but they broke up so now she is the boy’s girlfriend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that a boy needs to spread his wings and fly…but don’t be bringing any hussy home to meet Mom.  Do your thing and respect the mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously…I had these stories in Junior High…not when I was in preschool.  I am so not ready for this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202241913336722630-3372060459143732001?l=bugamug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/feeds/3372060459143732001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202241913336722630&amp;postID=3372060459143732001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/3372060459143732001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/3372060459143732001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/2009/01/girl-drama.html' title='Girl Drama'/><author><name>RedDaisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628156542453438905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMimiA0DdhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJvMJrJM0Q/S220/daisy_red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202241913336722630.post-245438087577788697</id><published>2009-01-20T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:33:01.084-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestone'/><title type='text'>Suite 100</title><content type='html'>Monkey – You officially transitioned to the next class this week.  It was weird for mom.  I had grown so accustomed to your teachers in your infant class I didn’t want it to end.  When I walked in this morning it was weird to see the babies crawling all over the floor, I’ve gotta be more aware they are underfoot as to not step on one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have proven that you are a Wayne through and through and will not be outdone, who cares if those guys in your class are 3 or 4 months older…crawling, no, I don’t know how to do that but I bet I can learn in one day.  Prior to Monday you had mastered the art of crawling backwards, after Monday you were on all fours rocking back and forth and slowly making forward movements.  You are such a Wayne.  My guess is you will be full throttle by the end of the week.  Stinkpot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad you are thriving in your new environment and I’m so happy to see you still so happy and content.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202241913336722630-245438087577788697?l=bugamug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/feeds/245438087577788697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202241913336722630&amp;postID=245438087577788697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/245438087577788697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/245438087577788697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/2009/01/suite-100.html' title='Suite 100'/><author><name>RedDaisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628156542453438905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMimiA0DdhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJvMJrJM0Q/S220/daisy_red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202241913336722630.post-4361937836465193133</id><published>2009-01-20T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:32:16.732-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestone'/><title type='text'>Eats</title><content type='html'>Monkey - With your new teefus you are able to go to town on some of the smaller foods.  Sweet Potatoes puffs are your new favorite thing to eat AND you can feed yourself, sort of.  Out of 10 puffs you maybe get 3 in your mouth but you are doing better and better each day.  You are eating the entire spectrum of level 2 baby foods, except squash, that tends to give you make your stomach all gassy so we steer clear of that one, but everything else if fair game.  Crazy how fast it is all going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202241913336722630-4361937836465193133?l=bugamug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/feeds/4361937836465193133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202241913336722630&amp;postID=4361937836465193133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/4361937836465193133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/4361937836465193133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/2009/01/eats.html' title='Eats'/><author><name>RedDaisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628156542453438905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMimiA0DdhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJvMJrJM0Q/S220/daisy_red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202241913336722630.post-3202652348147158409</id><published>2009-01-20T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:32:11.803-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestone'/><title type='text'>First Tooth</title><content type='html'>Monkey - Seven months to the day and that little sucker on your bottom front that has been giving you fits day and night finally decided to make its debut.  Your Dad calls you a little panda because you stick your thumb in your mouth and chew on it for teething relief and you look like a panda that is eating bamboo or Eucalypts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202241913336722630-3202652348147158409?l=bugamug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/feeds/3202652348147158409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202241913336722630&amp;postID=3202652348147158409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/3202652348147158409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/3202652348147158409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/2009/01/first-tooth.html' title='First Tooth'/><author><name>RedDaisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628156542453438905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMimiA0DdhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJvMJrJM0Q/S220/daisy_red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202241913336722630.post-2005906519044704611</id><published>2009-01-11T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T13:10:36.301-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bugamugisms'/><title type='text'>Bugamugisms</title><content type='html'>Bug:  “Mom, can I have more crackers?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: “No, you have had enough and we are fixin to have dinner.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bug: “But Mom, I have only three crackers left and all this cheese!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah...what do I do know when faced with that kind  of logic.  Yep...give him more crackers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202241913336722630-2005906519044704611?l=bugamug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/feeds/2005906519044704611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202241913336722630&amp;postID=2005906519044704611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/2005906519044704611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/2005906519044704611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/2009/01/bugamugisms.html' title='Bugamugisms'/><author><name>RedDaisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628156542453438905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMimiA0DdhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJvMJrJM0Q/S220/daisy_red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202241913336722630.post-7560568805341796835</id><published>2009-01-11T13:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T13:06:46.130-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Newsletter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>January 2008 Newsletter</title><content type='html'>Bugamug and Monkey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok boys, in an effort to streamline things and in order to keep them “simple” and to actually finish your newsletters they will now officially become “monthly” newsletters.  I find myself not having making time or the effort and I really enjoy writing these, sometimes I find I lack the words, especially when I just completed one and two weeks later it is time for another and there is the fact that I find myself saying the same things.  Welcome to 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bugamug, I apologize, you got shorted your November and December newsletters but I’ll talk about some of the fun things that went on.  Nana and Papa visited us for Thanksgiving.  You had a great time with them and your bond strengthened.  Papa played with you without question everything time you asked.  One day we all went ice skating.  Your Dad and I had so much fun skating around with you.  Papa videoed and took pictures while Nana tended to your sleeping brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after Nana and Papa left we made ready for Christmas.  You and I put the tree up and decorated the house.  Mema would also be visiting us soon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week or so before Mema visited it snowed.  That’s right, you read right…it snowed.  When I was picking you up from school there were a few flurries but nothing crazy and they kept saying it wouldn’t stick because it was almost 80 the day before.  You and I caught a couple of snowflakes on our tongues, giggled and marveled at what we were experiencing before getting into the car and heading home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours later I was walking by the front door and decided to take a peek and holy cow…the ground was white.  I ran upstairs to get you up so you could play but you didn’t want anything to do with that!  You were cold and wanted to go back to bed.  Oh well…I tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning before school I took pix of you and your brother in what was left of the snow.  At school that day you took my gloves and thankfully they let you and your friends go out in the morning and have snowball fights.  It will probably be another 4 years before we see snow in these parts…if we are lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mema came in the week of Christmas and we had a great time celebrating Christmas and visiting.  It took you forever to go to sleep on Christmas Eve and you got up at 4:00am on Christmas morning reeling from all the presents Santa left under the tree.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the better part of the day opening presents and enjoying the morning. Monkey, you didn’t know what to think…you just wanted to eat the wrapping paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a good day and the holidays were very special with addition to the family.  Every year will get better and better from here on out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkey, you are sitting up very strong now.  We still sit you in the Boppy or the Bumbo to give you a bit of help but you are pretty much doing it on your own.  You are STILL NOT sleeping through the night.  I take that back, you slept through the night two days in a row but not sense then.  I wish I could figure out what is keeping you up…but thankfully I can get you back down in 30 minutes and you are good until morning.  You are so not your older brother when it comes to sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are such a happy baby.  You smile at everyone and everything and people are naturally drawn to you.  You begin visiting suite 100 at school tomorrow and I can’t believe you are already changing rooms.  It seems I just dropped you off in the infant room for the first time just a few weeks ago.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone at school knows and loves you, it is the smile.  You have a gift that makes everyone feel special when they are around you.  Don’t ever lose that quality.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well boys, it is the start of a new year and your Dad and I are excited to see the last one over.  Bugamug you continue to be a piece of work; articulate, smart and unbelievably likeable, even when you are knee deep in trouble.  Monkey, you are healthy and you are growing up so fast, keep smiling and loving life.  We will do everything in our power to make that happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you boys…I so love saying that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202241913336722630-7560568805341796835?l=bugamug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/feeds/7560568805341796835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202241913336722630&amp;postID=7560568805341796835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/7560568805341796835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/7560568805341796835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-2008-newsletter.html' title='January 2008 Newsletter'/><author><name>RedDaisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628156542453438905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMimiA0DdhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJvMJrJM0Q/S220/daisy_red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202241913336722630.post-5930600618274790183</id><published>2008-11-21T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T19:27:46.659-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Newsletter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestone'/><title type='text'>Newsletter: Month 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SU8JK4BwJlI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pY8cKODk1yI/s1600-h/DSC_2706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SU8JK4BwJlI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pY8cKODk1yI/s320/DSC_2706.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282450970371958354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SU8JKisQ6ZI/AAAAAAAAAHs/1Jv48HpPjH4/s1600-h/DSC_2680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SU8JKisQ6ZI/AAAAAAAAAHs/1Jv48HpPjH4/s320/DSC_2680.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282450964644686226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SU8HNwXEdsI/AAAAAAAAAHk/nWSRi73WheA/s1600-h/sc00249a52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SU8HNwXEdsI/AAAAAAAAAHk/nWSRi73WheA/s320/sc00249a52.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282448820830238402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Monkey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another month in the books; I can’t believe how time is flying and how much you are growing.   In the evenings before you go to sleep I just look down at your innocent face as you look back at me and both of us are smiling.  I love our evenings together in the soft darkness of your room rocking to the hum of the noise maker and fan lulling you to sleep.   You are truly an angel sent from heaven.  I wrap you up like a burrito and rest your head on my shoulder and breathe in your scent, it is so very intoxicating.  I know these nights won’t last so I cherish everyone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past month we found ourselves in the doctor’s office.  Your “movements” (another word for poop) were very loose and frequent.  I had to go pick you up from daycare on two occasions.  The doc said a bug was going around and you weren’t dehydrated, that was a relief.  It took about seven days before you got over it.  Now…you are regular as clockwork.  I thought you would appreciate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are working on your next milestone – sitting up.  You hate laying down these days and you love…love…love to sit up.  You can do it a bit if your hands are bracing you in sort of a tripodish fashion.  After a minute or two you start to lean and whoop…there ya went.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have discovered your feet as well and you love to grab them all the while squealing in delight.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are doing great with your food.  Bananas seem to be your favorite right now.   Soon I will start the veggies and perhaps beef or chicken stuff.  We will see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as sleeping goes it is hit or miss.  Some nights you sleep all the way through others you get up at 2 or close to 5 but I can pretty  much always get you back to sleep easily and on the weekends we can sleep in till 7 or 8.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning over is getting stronger but you hate being on your back so much I am not sure if you will be able to master it…you have to be standing or at the very least standing up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turkey day is next week and you will get to meet Nana and Papa from California.  You will love them and Nana is going to eat you up!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow you will visit Miss Jodie for a couple of hours; I know you will have fun.  Next newsletter it will just about be Christmas, I can’t wait.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202241913336722630-5930600618274790183?l=bugamug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/feeds/5930600618274790183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202241913336722630&amp;postID=5930600618274790183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/5930600618274790183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/5930600618274790183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/2008/11/newsletter-month-5.html' title='Newsletter: Month 5'/><author><name>RedDaisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628156542453438905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMimiA0DdhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJvMJrJM0Q/S220/daisy_red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SU8JK4BwJlI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pY8cKODk1yI/s72-c/DSC_2706.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202241913336722630.post-2674506173756043452</id><published>2008-11-14T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T19:36:45.481-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Newsletter'/><title type='text'>52 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SU8LQvUmNnI/AAAAAAAAAIU/1vEenUo84G8/s1600-h/DSC_2441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SU8LQvUmNnI/AAAAAAAAAIU/1vEenUo84G8/s320/DSC_2441.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282453270137550450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SU8LQNI7C6I/AAAAAAAAAIM/dcFbMywTn28/s1600-h/DSC_2346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SU8LQNI7C6I/AAAAAAAAAIM/dcFbMywTn28/s320/DSC_2346.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282453260961778594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SU8LPw5fmNI/AAAAAAAAAIE/vfieWwuE97c/s1600-h/IMG_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SU8LPw5fmNI/AAAAAAAAAIE/vfieWwuE97c/s320/IMG_0043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282453253380872402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SU8LPZ0xdmI/AAAAAAAAAH8/IdxTXsdC-_Y/s1600-h/IMG_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SU8LPZ0xdmI/AAAAAAAAAH8/IdxTXsdC-_Y/s320/IMG_0042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282453247187056226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First let me address the missing newsletter for September.  Ike ate it…and I am not even joking.  September 11th the family loaded up the car and went to Dallas to escape the wrath of Ike.  Your Dad and I attempted to explain the situation to you but I am not sure you truly grasped the situation until we returned home.  We tried to make a vacation out of the “event” and I hope it wasn’t to traumatic for you with the spending time with the family, eating out, yummy breakfast every morning, spending time at the pool with Dad and going to the zoo with me and your brother. We visited the site where John F. Kennedy was assassinated but the significance really didn’t hit home with you…yet.  It will one day.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were a trooper when Dad had to return home early to start rebuilding the chocolate factory that was almost lost.  During this time you were very helpful to me and the baby and after a few days of lounging around in Dallas we headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we returned home I believe seeing the damage from Ike gave you a point of reference as to why we left.  Every time you would see a fence down you would ask if Ike did it.  We spent a couple of nights at home with Dad and “Sparky” (the generator you and your Dad named) until it got too hot and you me and your brother headed to Miss Jodie’s.  Let the games begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and Landon spent the next week playing together and watching Batman cartoons.  Some days were easier than others but we all got through it when finally that glorious Saturday our lights came back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say with all that excitement I was unable to get your newsletter out in a timely manner.  It happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past month has been rather challenging on the school front.  We moved you back to Kids R Kids with your brother and you seem to be much happier.  Dad and I think the familiarity and stability is the best for you and we all are working to get you ready for Kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday you had a rough day at school, they had to call your dad and needless to say your dad and I were disappointed in your behavior.  I don’t think we fully realize the impact of these “rough” days and how much you internalize when you fail.  When Dad tucked you in last night you told him that you really tried to have a good day and then cried softly.  When your Dad told me I cried too. We know you are trying hard sweetie and we will never give up to help you get to that better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago an event took place and it saddens me that it will forever be apart of you and a reminder of a time when you were hurt badly.  We were at Miss Jodie’s house leaving to go home from the air show and you and I were walking down the stairs.  You raced to get in front of me, a bad habit you developed from always wanting to be first, and you tripped over your feet and went tumbling down to the bottom.  Your face broke your fall when it hit the molding at the base of the stairs; your face tore open on impact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t realize the severity until the blood started gushing.  Miss Jodie made you a compress and I scooped you up and we headed to the emergency room.  Your mom was trying to be strong because I didn’t want to scare you but I lost it when we walked in the door.  It sunk in that I was actually here.  I knew it was inevitable that we would arrive here and I thought somehow knowing and accepting that would help me deal but it didn’t.  Looking down into your face and seeing the hurt and uncertainty was too much for me to bare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were in the room that was painted for kids with the Little Mermaid, Nemo and Spongebob cheering us on.  As you were lying on the table I attempted to reassure you everything was going to ok.  You took a small nap and Miss Jodie and I stayed with you as you slept.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor came back in to administer the local so he can begin sewing up your gash.  It wasn’t pretty…none of it.  It took four of us to hold you down and I knew you were hurting.  I just wanted it all to go away.  Your Dad came in and tried to calm you but you were having none of it.  I am now attempting to find humor in the event but there just isn’t any.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the doc completed your six stitches we were all exhausted and you were wringing wet with sweat.  Your Dad carried you to the car and took you home; I still had to get your brother from Miss Jodie’s house.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home I saw a tired little boy who grew up just a little bit more that day.  All in all you did great and I am proud of you.  Let’s agree that we won’t have to go back there for a really…really for reals long time, if at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on the lighter side…a couple of notable funnies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning I was getting you ready for school and I gave you some new pants to try on.  You put them on, looked down and around, looked back at me and said “these pants fit nicely”.  I fell off the couch in hysterics.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night you told your Dad, who had went to a concert a few days earlier, that YOU wanted to see Gaslight Anthem.  I don’t even remember telling you that is where he went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and your Dad have started a nightly ritual of story telling.  He tucks you in and makes up a story to tell you.  Many nights I can hear your laughter from upstairs fill the house.  I just smile.  My hope for you is that these stories will stick with you for the rest of your life and one day you will pass the gift on to your kids.  Characters like Scaramooch searching for shark pants, Sir Hiram Hurmpf and Bunny.  When I ask about the stories your Dad tells you your face lights up as you recall every minute detail.  That there is special…hold on to it with both hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took family pictures for Christmas the week before “the incident” and here are a few of my favs! (will post soon) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A notable thing that has happened in the last month or so was the presidential election.  I can in no way compete with your dad articulating the significance and importance of this event so let me send you over to &lt;a href="http://waynebadboys.blogspot.com/"&gt;his blog&lt;/a&gt; read his words.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, you posses a shining light that draws people to you like moths to a light bulb.  Every person that meets you is immediately drawn to your personality and is awe of your ability to articulate words better than most adults.  You will learn to harness this unique gift and you will eventually become a force to be reckon with…but on your terms and those that see it won’t even know what hit them.  We got your back Bugamug.  You are an amazing, handsome young boy with a beautiful soul and we will forever and ever love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202241913336722630-2674506173756043452?l=bugamug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/feeds/2674506173756043452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202241913336722630&amp;postID=2674506173756043452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/2674506173756043452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/2674506173756043452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/2008/11/52-months.html' title='52 Months'/><author><name>RedDaisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628156542453438905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMimiA0DdhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJvMJrJM0Q/S220/daisy_red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SU8LQvUmNnI/AAAAAAAAAIU/1vEenUo84G8/s72-c/DSC_2441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202241913336722630.post-587113755683170555</id><published>2008-10-21T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:44:28.938-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Newsletter'/><title type='text'>Newsletter: Month 4</title><content type='html'>Dear Monkey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may notice that newsletter for month three is missing.  You may wonder if I forgot or if the World Wide Web ate it?  Nope…it was Iked.  A new terminology I’m starting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One month before your third month birthday we headed to Dallas to escape the wrath of Hurricane Ike and nothing has been the same since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leading up to your three months on this planet you and I were enjoying our last week at home and getting ready to embark on a new chapter of your life known as daycare.  We were very rudely interrupted by Mr. Ike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately you live on the Gulf Coast and by living here you and yours are subject to potential hurricanes during the summertime months.  Hurricanes are mean and nasty.  They are dangerous and destructive and in order to protect you and your bother we headed to Dallas as a safe haven.  On the bright side…you experienced your first evacuation…I mean vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were not happy on the drive up there; you cried 5 out of the 6 hours it took to get there, poor monkey…you hate the car seat.  I ended up sitting between you and your brother in order to offer you a bit of comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got there you took a liking to the big D and we had a tolerable time as a family.  You slept in the pack n play just like it was your own bed back home.  I even had one lady comment on what a good baby you were when she would see you down at breakfast every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You visited your first zoo in Dallas; you slept through most of it which is ok.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You visited the grassy knoll where the thirty fifth President of the United States was assassinated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You went to the State Fair Park…and it sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back at home we ended up being without power for 18 days! So we lived with Ms. Jodie for about a week in order to keep you comfortable and minimize the stress.  &lt;br /&gt;Shortly after things started returning to normal and that meant I had to go to work and you to daycare.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are officially in daycare now and you are doing amazing.  You have never once cried when I left you, maybe the first day when it was for a few hours but since then you just smile.  The ladies love you and you reward them with your handsome smile and they tell me you are a joy to be around.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milestone update…You started turning over, a couple of weekends ago you were only able to go from your stomach to your back and this past weekend believe I saw you go from back to stomach…if you can just get that arm out of the way.  I have footage.  CUTE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You went to the doctor this past Friday for your four month checkup.  Score…only three shots.  You weighed in at 13 lbs 15 ounces and 25 inches long.  You grew three more inches.  You are still 10% on your growth and 50% in your height.  Doc said you were beautiful and healthy.  When the big bad nurse gave you your shots she must have gotten you good because you cried for an extra long time.  I couldn’t help myself and I shed a tear or two as well.  Your Dad was there to comfort you and he was about to quiet you down pretty quick, he’s good like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had your first babysitter outside of daycare the other night, your Dad and I went to see Neil Diamond.  You will soon discover your Dad and I love music and we so enjoy seeing bands live.  I hope you will share in your Dad’s affinity for many music genres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your personality so far seems to be very relaxed and happy.  You smile ALL the time and only truly cry when you are tired or hungry.  You have been a delightful addition to our family and when things tend to be chaotic as they have been the last month you have become someone that can turn our focus from the negative and find joy in your lovely smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sleep patterns…well…let’s say they are patterns but I have yet to figure out what pattern they make up.  You teased me by sleeping a couple of nights in a row through the night but alas it didn’t take.  We are back to getting up every three hours.  Actually you get in about six hours before you get up around 2AM then like clockwork you are up in three hours.  I can handle this.  What I can’t handle is the getting up every two hours!  BOY, you best be working on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I introduced you to rice cereal, first with the spoon, which you did great with by the way and second I tried to put some of the cereal in your milk.  Well that didn’t go so well.  The flow is too much for you right now so we will hold off on putting it your bottle and stick with the feeding before bed and see if that helps your growing appetite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is coming up at the end of the month and you are going as a monkey.  We borrowed the costume from Miss Jodie and you are so very cute!!  It’s a bit big but we will make it work.  There is significance in being a monkey for Halloween since that is your nickname.  Your brother went as a bug for his first Halloween as his nickname is bugamug.  I can’t wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are one of many blessings son.  I can’t imagine this family without you.  You seem to be the calmness to this family when we are in the middle of chaos.  You are loved and I am so happy you are here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202241913336722630-587113755683170555?l=bugamug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/feeds/587113755683170555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202241913336722630&amp;postID=587113755683170555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/587113755683170555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/587113755683170555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/2008/10/newsletter-month-4.html' title='Newsletter: Month 4'/><author><name>RedDaisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628156542453438905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMimiA0DdhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJvMJrJM0Q/S220/daisy_red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202241913336722630.post-7178293448698386081</id><published>2008-09-07T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T09:33:25.385-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taekwondo'/><title type='text'>Orange Belt</title><content type='html'>The boy tested for his orange belt in Taekwondo on Wednesday and HE DID IT!  He was lacking his third stripe and it seemed everytime they practiced it the boy became distracted with something or the other and never offically got his stripe before Wednesday.  I knew he could do the form he had done it perfectly several times but for whatever reason didn't receive that last stripe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went in a bit early, after much coaxing, and the boy did his from with Mr. Henderson by himself and he was PERFECT.  I wish I had brought my video camera because seeing the little dude next to a sixth degree black belt doing EXACTLY what he was doing was a sight to see.  I did manage to take a few photos with my phone, he is the one in the middle of the pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats son!!  Onwards and Upwards.  You are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMQBxvaC2iI/AAAAAAAAAFs/yfh8d1s25es/s1600-h/sethSD.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMQBxvaC2iI/AAAAAAAAAFs/yfh8d1s25es/s320/sethSD.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243317820217023010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMQBxiglzrI/AAAAAAAAAF0/-0ti8gG-3ro/s1600-h/Sethform.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMQBxiglzrI/AAAAAAAAAF0/-0ti8gG-3ro/s320/Sethform.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243317816754818738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMQBxwCE9MI/AAAAAAAAAF8/gIXGhZ5geLg/s1600-h/sethform1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMQBxwCE9MI/AAAAAAAAAF8/gIXGhZ5geLg/s320/sethform1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243317820384933058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMQBxyenWdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/3byAWGdTPkw/s1600-h/sethrecbelt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMQBxyenWdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/3byAWGdTPkw/s320/sethrecbelt.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243317821041498578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMP_yhretaI/AAAAAAAAAFk/N0JYBCwhkRE/s1600-h/SethOB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMP_yhretaI/AAAAAAAAAFk/N0JYBCwhkRE/s320/SethOB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243315634688669090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202241913336722630-7178293448698386081?l=bugamug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/feeds/7178293448698386081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202241913336722630&amp;postID=7178293448698386081' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/7178293448698386081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/7178293448698386081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/2008/09/orange-belt.html' title='Orange Belt'/><author><name>RedDaisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628156542453438905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMimiA0DdhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJvMJrJM0Q/S220/daisy_red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMQBxvaC2iI/AAAAAAAAAFs/yfh8d1s25es/s72-c/sethSD.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202241913336722630.post-8400363064720575607</id><published>2008-08-31T20:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T20:29:04.338-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Newsletter'/><title type='text'>Newsletter: 50 Months</title><content type='html'>That’s what I get for waiting so long to do your last months newsletter…here it is time for the next one.  Whew…I’m trying to keep up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past month you attended a couple of birthday parties.  The first was for Maddox.  He is a little over a year younger than you and the party was at his house.  You had a good time running around doing your thing.  Scooby Doo was the theme and you came out on top in the candy category, scooping up as much as you could when the piñata was opened.  Good grief son.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second party was Kaitlyn’s, she is only a couple of months younger than you. I don’t think you remembered she has been at your party the last couple of years and I don’t think you cared.  You were just excited to be jumping in all the moon jumps, inflatable slides and obstacle courses, you pretty much did your own thing.  You do however have your mom’s skill at air hockey.  You challenged Julie to a game and won.  It was freaking hilarious seeing two four year olds go at it.  I know what I’m asking Santa for at Christmas…mom is going to have to get you in a training program. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A family moved in across the street and they have a three and a half year old and he is in your class, purely coincidental.  I can see you guys being best buds if you all stay together.  You all have played together in the late afternoons and you are a sight to see, each of you have electric cars that you can drive and at any given time you can be seen ramming into each other, racing, driving in the yards, jumping curbs.  I smile just remembering the sights.  I’m glad you have made a new friend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend we visited the Houston Children’s Museum.  You had a blast.  I think you experienced sensory overload.  There was so much to see and so little time and…and…and.  It was a chore keeping up with you and we actually lost you a couple of times.  Stop and smell the roses boy.  Unfortunately you come by that trait honestly.  Both your dad and I are very guilty of worrying about what is next instead of enjoying the moment.  We’re all working on that and we will help you too.  Don’t worry we will visit the museum again.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the biggest change…you left Kid’s R Kids and started attending Montessori school.  Your initial visit was great.  You listened, you followed directions, you did what was asked and that lasted for…those first couple of visits.  Your dad and I selected a very good teacher for you and she is going to help us get you out of this ‘phase’.  I’m going to call it a phase because that is what it will end up being by the time all us do what we need to do to break this ugly cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a ‘spirited’ child, a buzzword for strong-willed.  You feel things more strongly and you test and have an opinion about everything.  This is your way.  Your dad and I are figuring this out and we are learning how to deal with your beautiful self.  Over the last year and half you have set out to test us, hourly it seems and unfortunately your dad and I have not been prepared with the knowledge to pass these series of test so you have gotten your way in several situations when you ought to have not.  Armed with the knowledge we have now those tests that you are most excellent at giving are going to be met with a very different outcome, an outcome that you most likely won’t like.  We started a few days ago regaining control of all situations and the last few days have been very tough.  The good thing is everyday I see progress and that makes the next rough day ok because I know we’re going to come out of this soon and all of us are going to be happier.  You can do this son and we’re doing this for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is a difficult time for you right now son but please always remember your dad and I love you very much, it is the misbehavior that we do not like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will get through this rough patch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202241913336722630-8400363064720575607?l=bugamug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/feeds/8400363064720575607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202241913336722630&amp;postID=8400363064720575607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/8400363064720575607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/8400363064720575607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/2008/08/newsletter-month-50.html' title='Newsletter: 50 Months'/><author><name>RedDaisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628156542453438905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMimiA0DdhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJvMJrJM0Q/S220/daisy_red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202241913336722630.post-6832789006878277148</id><published>2008-08-21T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:44:28.938-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Checkup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Newsletter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestone'/><title type='text'>Newsletter: Month 2</title><content type='html'>Dear Monkey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two months in the books and we’re getting this family thing down.  You had your two month visit at the doctors and you weighted 10lbs 10 ounces, doubling your birth rate and grew to 22 inches in length.  Unfortunately you had to get four shots and Mom cried right along with you as your Dad held your arms and tried to distract you by talking to you so you would forget the nasty stuff going on with your legs. You were a champ, after a few minutes you settled down and fell fast asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took a nap when you got home and when you woke up it was obvious your little legs were hurting.  When you weren’t crying you were whimpering, I put cold compresses on your legs and that seems to help, along with Tylenol, enough to get you back to sleep and we had a decent night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You attended your first birthday party at Maddox’s house.  Mostly you hung out in the Bjorn and watched the kids run around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as sleeping you are down for about three hour increments at night like clockwork.  I can work with that.  This week we made the move from the bassinet to your crib.  The transition was seamless; I’m getting ready for crib sleeping as you are going to day care in a few weeks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spent an evening with your Dad and brother without Mom last Friday.  Let’s just say you did…uhm…ok.  You gave your Dad a run for his money by crying most of the time I was gone. I went to a concert with Miss Nicole and you didn’t like it one bit.  I always come back boy…I always come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You began talking (read cooing) a bit and you have a smile that lights up your face.   I am really enjoying staying home with you; we have managed to stay busy with daily chores, errands and occasional visits with the girls down south.  We were walking in the mornings but it was starting to get too hot and I began to worry about you overheating plus you started crying the last couple of times halfway through so I believe my suspicions of being to hot were true.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to watch and listen to your big brother and he MUST give you a hug and a kiss when he gets home from school and he always ask how your day was.  He loves you very much and he can’t wait until he can play with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s going to be hard putting you in daycare in a few weeks while I’m preparing to return to work.  Let’s just take it a day at a time and not dwell on our weekday days ending and make the most of our time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SLRxnyRMVoI/AAAAAAAAAD8/KNsPmyha-Cg/s1600-h/IMG_0127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SLRxnyRMVoI/AAAAAAAAAD8/KNsPmyha-Cg/s320/IMG_0127.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238937194861450882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SLRy3ivfxjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/wRbc_m1pffI/s1600-h/DSC_1764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SLRy3ivfxjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/wRbc_m1pffI/s320/DSC_1764.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238938565083121202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SLRyLyRPtHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/lU56Ye9Vb5c/s1600-h/DSC_1824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SLRyLyRPtHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/lU56Ye9Vb5c/s320/DSC_1824.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238937813336962162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you very much!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202241913336722630-6832789006878277148?l=bugamug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/feeds/6832789006878277148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202241913336722630&amp;postID=6832789006878277148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/6832789006878277148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/6832789006878277148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/2008/08/newsletter-month-2.html' title='Newsletter: Month 2'/><author><name>RedDaisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628156542453438905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMimiA0DdhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJvMJrJM0Q/S220/daisy_red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SLRxnyRMVoI/AAAAAAAAAD8/KNsPmyha-Cg/s72-c/IMG_0127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202241913336722630.post-5812784289023244899</id><published>2008-08-01T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:44:28.939-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Milestone'/><title type='text'>Smilin Sage</title><content type='html'>You started smiling this week...Monday July 28th to be exact. It is the best smile ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SJNb3BupiKI/AAAAAAAAAD0/b2r0Zk2i7Oc/s1600-h/DSC_1805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SJNb3BupiKI/AAAAAAAAAD0/b2r0Zk2i7Oc/s320/DSC_1805.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229624593222305954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202241913336722630-5812784289023244899?l=bugamug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/feeds/5812784289023244899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202241913336722630&amp;postID=5812784289023244899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/5812784289023244899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/5812784289023244899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/2008/08/smilin-sage.html' title='Smilin Sage'/><author><name>RedDaisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628156542453438905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMimiA0DdhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJvMJrJM0Q/S220/daisy_red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SJNb3BupiKI/AAAAAAAAAD0/b2r0Zk2i7Oc/s72-c/DSC_1805.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202241913336722630.post-8133793666135917961</id><published>2008-08-01T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T14:28:53.716-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Newsletter'/><title type='text'>Newsletter: 49 Months</title><content type='html'>The last month has flown by, mostly due to the addition to our family in the form of your little brother.  He demands much of my time therefore you have been spending a lot of time with your Dad.  Not that you care, you are such a Daddy’s boy and it makes me happy to see your relationship flourish.  You have an amazing Dad son, I hope you guys will remain close and continue to have amazing adventures together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After your fourth birthday we went to see Dr. Flanagan for your four year checkup.  You charmed all the nurses and tried to negotiate your way out of your FOUR…count them…FOUR vaccination shots.  They were close to caving but alas they did not and boy you handled those shots like a champ.  I explained before hand that you would have to get a shot and you told me you did not like shots.  I explained it was to keep you from getting sick.  You seemed to understand this explanation but made it abundantly clear you did NOT want a shot.  I had tears in my eye, much like I did the first time you received your vaccinations, I don’t like anyone hurting my boy.  You were fine through the first two then the last two did you in.  Even then you cried for less than a minute.  You took a minute, I wiped your tears while you composed yourself and you walked with your shoulders held high from the room then promptly asked for a sucker.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had a ‘play date’ a couple of weeks ago with Taylor.  The Dugan’s came and picked you up and took you to see “Space Chimps”.  They said you had a great time and enjoyed the movie.  Ms. Karen gave you a sucker in which you proceeded to dip into your popcorn and eat the popcorn off the sucker.  I see you working, a combination of salt and sweet.   You may have something there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were able to take swimming lessons this year at the local pool.  You did 'swimmingly' well.  With every lesson you gained confidence in the water...not to mention your teacher was easy on the eyes as well.  I am sure your confidence was spurned from trying to impress the ladies.  It is to be expected...you are a Wayne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ve been seeing issues with school rear their ugly head again.  I’ll follow up in the next newsletter on how your Mom and Dad decide to handle this old development.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...until next month when I will have much more to talk about.  We love you boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SLR0x22LgRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/eOIZJuQz9Lo/s1600-h/DSC_1690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SLR0x22LgRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/eOIZJuQz9Lo/s320/DSC_1690.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238940666423902482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SLR0yTIDmwI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yCEo7LeRSeA/s1600-h/DSC_1770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SLR0yTIDmwI/AAAAAAAAAEs/yCEo7LeRSeA/s320/DSC_1770.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238940674015075074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SLR0y1BRdyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/2cPnEC8FuY8/s1600-h/DSC_1619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SLR0y1BRdyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/2cPnEC8FuY8/s320/DSC_1619.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238940683113428770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202241913336722630-8133793666135917961?l=bugamug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/feeds/8133793666135917961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202241913336722630&amp;postID=8133793666135917961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/8133793666135917961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/8133793666135917961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/2008/08/newsletter-49-months.html' title='Newsletter: 49 Months'/><author><name>RedDaisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628156542453438905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMimiA0DdhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJvMJrJM0Q/S220/daisy_red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SLR0x22LgRI/AAAAAAAAAEk/eOIZJuQz9Lo/s72-c/DSC_1690.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202241913336722630.post-7665660129993106543</id><published>2008-07-23T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:44:28.939-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Newsletter'/><title type='text'>Newsletter: Month 1</title><content type='html'>Dear Monkey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been one month since you officially joined the family, in the flesh, and it seems we have had a pretty good start.  Of course all you do is eat, sleep and poop but as easy as that sounds it ain’t so much.  This is because we have our schedule, that we’ve had for much longer than you I might add, and you have your own schedule and they are at constant odds with each other.  Right now you are in the lead but not without a fight from me.  That fight centers around sleeping and swaddling.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first few weeks of your life you slept on me and while that provided comfort emotionally for both you and me it did not provide comfort for me physically as I was on my back and at an angle.  Not to mention you were wide awake come 2 in the AM while the rest of the free world was asleep.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a week ago I decided to finally make my move and I was determined to get you to sleep in your bassinet, and here it is…while swaddled.  You fight the swaddle but when you finally accept your fate you are able to get a couple of hours of shut eye.   Plus I’m the master swaddler and there ain’t no way you are breakin free of that one no matter how much grunting and Houdini antics you try.  Just as your brother!  In the latter part of the month your days and nights are becoming more in line with NORMAL human beings, there is hope for a somewhat normal schedule yet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will soon discover that it is all about schedule with your mom, this is what I do for a living and it translates to a happy mom.  I can plan for stuff and get stuff done oh and sleep which is my most favorite thing to do in the entire world.  Now your bother was a most excellent sleeper when he got the hang of it and I expect no less from you young man.  You still have a couple of months to work on it but come month four…sleeping through the night, ok…you have one pass a night and getting up at 9:30 in the am is expected and I know it can be done.  Get to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I have been sequestered for this first month, your dad and I think it is best in order to prevent untimely illness while your immune system is still trying to kick in, we know we can’t protect you from getting sick your entire life but if we can prevent it these first few weeks while we are all trying to get used to each other then we all benefit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are growing with intensity and vigor.  That explains the eating you require every waking moment it seems.  When you become a man my guess is that you will be a boob man since that is what you are all about, I have a sneaking suspicion you are using me as a human pacifier.  Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dad, brother and I are so happy you finally joined us; you are fitting into our family just fine.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202241913336722630-7665660129993106543?l=bugamug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/feeds/7665660129993106543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202241913336722630&amp;postID=7665660129993106543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/7665660129993106543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/7665660129993106543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/2008/07/newsletter-month-1.html' title='Newsletter: Month 1'/><author><name>RedDaisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628156542453438905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMimiA0DdhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJvMJrJM0Q/S220/daisy_red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202241913336722630.post-3230679423270535625</id><published>2008-07-08T13:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T14:21:17.796-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy 4th of July</title><content type='html'>This year we kept it low key because your brother is still so new to the world, we grilled and had steak and yummy veggies then we finished up the night with fireworks.  You and your Dad had a great time lighting the sparklers, snakes and blackcats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SLRzlGxBArI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Z4a9aZpLRKo/s1600-h/DSC_1625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SLRzlGxBArI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Z4a9aZpLRKo/s320/DSC_1625.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238939347847283378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SLRzlidHu1I/AAAAAAAAAEc/xCX0-Yy0EUI/s1600-h/DSC_1628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SLRzlidHu1I/AAAAAAAAAEc/xCX0-Yy0EUI/s320/DSC_1628.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238939355280030546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202241913336722630-3230679423270535625?l=bugamug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/feeds/3230679423270535625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202241913336722630&amp;postID=3230679423270535625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/3230679423270535625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/3230679423270535625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-4th-of-july.html' title='Happy 4th of July'/><author><name>RedDaisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628156542453438905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMimiA0DdhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJvMJrJM0Q/S220/daisy_red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SLRzlGxBArI/AAAAAAAAAEU/Z4a9aZpLRKo/s72-c/DSC_1625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202241913336722630.post-4615051023159465329</id><published>2008-07-08T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:44:28.940-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>4th of July</title><content type='html'>You experienced your first 4th of July celebration this year.  The 4th of July is Independence Day and honors the birthday of the United States of America and the signing of the Declaration of Independence on July 4, 1776. It's a day of picnics and patriotic parades, a night of concerts and fireworks, and a reason to fly the American flag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year we kept it low key because you are still so new to the world, we had steak that we grilled and yummy food, all standard operations on this day, and we finished up the night with fireworks.  You slept through most of the activity but your brother and our neighbor had a great time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202241913336722630-4615051023159465329?l=bugamug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/feeds/4615051023159465329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202241913336722630&amp;postID=4615051023159465329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/4615051023159465329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/4615051023159465329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/2008/07/4th-of-july.html' title='4th of July'/><author><name>RedDaisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628156542453438905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMimiA0DdhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJvMJrJM0Q/S220/daisy_red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202241913336722630.post-6931612926256773482</id><published>2008-07-02T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:44:28.940-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Checkup'/><title type='text'>Two Week Checkup</title><content type='html'>I am happy to report you are doing great and growing like a weed.  Weighing in at 6 lbs 9 ounches and measuring 19 1/4 inches long.  Normally babies are at their birthrate (5 lbs 11 ounces) at the two week checkup...you are almost up an entire pound over your birth weight, don't I know it.  BIG EATER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone says you are so little and you prolly are but mommy doesn't think so.  You are just right and you are a Wayne and you will show them!  You'll be top of the class when you get ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your two week habits...sleeping during the day and not so much at night.  Plus you only like to sleep on Mommy.  Yeah, we put a stop to that last night.  Although you are too young to understand what is happening it is for your own good and mommy's sanity.  I moved you to the co-sleeper last night and after a lengthy episode of crying you settled down and excepted your fate and slept for three hours straight...on your own.  Progress, that's all I can hope for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your first fourth of July is coming up this weekend and we plan on having a good time and fun with the neighbors and fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have begun to hold your head up really good and with tummy time you seem to be getting stronger and stronger.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dad thinks you don't like him but I assure him it is only a matter of time before you can't spend enough time with him and want nothing to do with mommy...your brother did the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's work on altering your sleeping patterns to normal human beings, hopefully we're on the right track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SHPWE23Ut-I/AAAAAAAAADs/e-lmNGju5TU/s1600-h/DSC_1358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SHPWE23Ut-I/AAAAAAAAADs/e-lmNGju5TU/s320/DSC_1358.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220751771987916770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202241913336722630-6931612926256773482?l=bugamug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/feeds/6931612926256773482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202241913336722630&amp;postID=6931612926256773482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/6931612926256773482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/6931612926256773482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/2008/07/two-week-checkup.html' title='Two Week Checkup'/><author><name>RedDaisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628156542453438905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMimiA0DdhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJvMJrJM0Q/S220/daisy_red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SHPWE23Ut-I/AAAAAAAAADs/e-lmNGju5TU/s72-c/DSC_1358.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202241913336722630.post-2474397310413255024</id><published>2008-07-02T12:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T14:42:52.513-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Newsletter'/><title type='text'>48 Months</title><content type='html'>Dear Bugamug,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 26th you turned four.  Holy cow I have a four year old.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SLR4tVUoCeI/AAAAAAAAAE8/1kHWpQ8Js3M/s1600-h/P1010033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SLR4tVUoCeI/AAAAAAAAAE8/1kHWpQ8Js3M/s320/P1010033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238944986751830498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SLR4t_Vy3yI/AAAAAAAAAFE/FBmxerj852U/s1600-h/P1010016_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SLR4t_Vy3yI/AAAAAAAAAFE/FBmxerj852U/s320/P1010016_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238944998031023906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SLR4uryi_fI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sYMXoIrP3SY/s1600-h/DSC_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SLR4uryi_fI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sYMXoIrP3SY/s320/DSC_0040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238945009962778098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations son you became a big brother on June 12th and you handled it like a pro.  Mom went into labor early in the morning on the 12th and you went to the hospital with your dad and me.  Mommy was in a lot of pain and you kept telling me on the way it would be ok.  Thank you baby…It really helped me hearing you say that.  I thought yeah…everything is going to be ok with all my boys with me soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last month leading up to your birthday has been busy around the house getting ready for your little brother.  You and I spent time on the weekends at the pool.  I really enjoyed that time with you, especially knowing in a few weeks my time would be divided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are doing great at school.  Your friend that we will call ‘D’ moved up to your class and we were starting to see the bad behavior pattern start again.  Thankfully you showed such a great response when you were by yourself in that class the teachers were able to see what the catalyst was…’D’.  We spoke to your teachers and they said they are going to try to keep you apart and they plan on moving you up to 500 in August…at this rate you will be graduating high school in three years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your progress has been substantial; you can write your name and numbers.  You are learning to spell and all in two short months of being in your new class.  It is amazing what you pick up if you are not distracted by trouble makers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love seeing you with your brother.  As soon as you get home from school you wash your hands and want to hold him.  The other night your dad mentioned something to you about your brother crying and you replied “That is just what he does”.  Another time when your brother was upset you asked your dad to sing to him the song he used to sing to you ‘Rock a Bye Baby’.  Your dad and I can’t believe you remember that…you were two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now you are into Taekwondo and you love to swim.  Taekwondo has taken a back seat the last few weeks and you missed getting your third stripe and the opportunity to test for the next belt.  This upcoming month we should be able to get you back on track.  You are doing a great job at the pool, your dad and I are looking into lessons for you but with your dad’s impending knee surgery we may have to put that off a few weeks and go to QLS.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mema came to stay with us for a week to spend some time with you while I was in the hospital with your brother.  You two got to know each other a lot better and you tested her…it’s what you do.  Your dad and I were very glad she was able to come in a help and spend time with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For your birthday we had a low key cake and presents on Thursday and you and your dad went to the movies on Saturday to see WAL-E.  You sorta liked the movie, according to your dad but you got scared in some places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been exceptionally understanding these last few weeks, your dad and I can’t get over how grown up and mature you’ve been regarding your brother.  You have been very attentive and caring as I knew you would be.  Don’t ever lose those qualities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye three year old…hello four year old and what we all grow as a family of four together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SHPTP6aQrWI/AAAAAAAAADE/vvFr4ofjUD4/s1600-h/DSC_1542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SHPTP6aQrWI/AAAAAAAAADE/vvFr4ofjUD4/s320/DSC_1542.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220748663383436642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SHPTQ7zjfPI/AAAAAAAAADM/7XRk_ICVzFw/s1600-h/DSC_1566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SHPTQ7zjfPI/AAAAAAAAADM/7XRk_ICVzFw/s320/DSC_1566.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220748680937831666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SHPTRVeaGYI/AAAAAAAAADU/WjNvZq4aUWg/s1600-h/DSC_1346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SHPTRVeaGYI/AAAAAAAAADU/WjNvZq4aUWg/s320/DSC_1346.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220748687828457858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202241913336722630-2474397310413255024?l=bugamug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/feeds/2474397310413255024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202241913336722630&amp;postID=2474397310413255024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/2474397310413255024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/2474397310413255024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/2008/07/48-months.html' title='48 Months'/><author><name>RedDaisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628156542453438905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMimiA0DdhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJvMJrJM0Q/S220/daisy_red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SLR4tVUoCeI/AAAAAAAAAE8/1kHWpQ8Js3M/s72-c/P1010033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202241913336722630.post-5233842234099824522</id><published>2008-06-23T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:44:28.941-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Newsletter'/><title type='text'>June 12, 2008</title><content type='html'>Dear Monkey, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made your debut today, a little earlier than planned; does that mean you are going to be habitually early in everything you do for the rest of your life?  Not a bad quality at all, but dang boy.  That hurt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not going to go into the gory details; you can read your mom’s blog when you’re old enough.  Mom had an operation and the first time I saw your face was when you peeked at me over the curtain to say hi.  You were not happy; someone had just plucked you out of your warm cozy place that was your home for the last 9 months.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were born at 7:13 am, weighed 5 lbs 11 ounces, 18 ¾ inches long, 20 days before your due date.  I wasn’t prepared for a less than 6 lb baby, we weren’t prepared, and thankfully Ms. Jodie and Miss Nicole got us prepared real quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You met your Dad shortly after you were born and he carried you in the recovery room to meet your big brother.  I wasn’t there but your Dad said your brother looked at you in awe.  To this day he badgers your Dad and me to hold you and he kisses you good night.  He speaks to you lovingly and touches you gently.  I’m documenting this behavior because one day I am sure you will never believe me when I have to separate you two and make you hold hands on the couch to keep you from fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SGAO979e8sI/AAAAAAAAACk/QdTbdXN4FEc/s1600-h/BabySage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SGAO979e8sI/AAAAAAAAACk/QdTbdXN4FEc/s320/BabySage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215184825725416130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SGAO97XgzJI/AAAAAAAAACs/NRSVWkQx9WE/s1600-h/155611.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SGAO97XgzJI/AAAAAAAAACs/NRSVWkQx9WE/s320/155611.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215184825566153874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SGAO-CAF2uI/AAAAAAAAAC8/FQCSAlC4TFk/s1600-h/203337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SGAO-CAF2uI/AAAAAAAAAC8/FQCSAlC4TFk/s320/203337.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215184827346967266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SGAO91xFLNI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6QRUQ31DSWg/s1600-h/184650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SGAO91xFLNI/AAAAAAAAAC0/6QRUQ31DSWg/s320/184650.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215184824062782674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your first night you spent with me and we had a pretty good night.  You took to breast feeding like a champ.  They even released us early because you did so well.  My lil overachiever already…well…you are a Wayne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been with us 11 days and our adventures have included coming home, going from the living room to the bedroom, outside once and a ride to the airport to drop Mema off once.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re working really hard to get into a routine; your mom needs this in a big way.   I don’t mind the night feedings it is the unknown of how long they will last that is difficult for me.  We usually go at it for thirty minutes but it seems you still want more.  We started supplementing with formula and the finger feeder.  I think I will just be prepared every night to go that route so we can do our business and get back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy resting on your Dad but he has been busy taking care of and occupying big brother of late.  This is a humongous help for your mom and it just goes to show what you have to look forward to soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we start sleeping in the bassinet, we’ve done well with naps and mom needs to get ‘quality’ sleep and I really can’t do that with you on my chest.  Not that I don’t love it but I sleeping on my chest at 16 may cause the neighbors to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are incredibly thankful and you seem to be a happy baby…we’re only 11 days in but that is the sense I get from you.  I love your baby boy smell and the soft silkiness of your hair and the smoothness of your baby boy skin.  We are so blessed to have you and I’m so looking forward to getting to know you and see your little personality emerge as the days go by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202241913336722630-5233842234099824522?l=bugamug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/feeds/5233842234099824522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202241913336722630&amp;postID=5233842234099824522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/5233842234099824522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/5233842234099824522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/2008/06/june-12-2008.html' title='June 12, 2008'/><author><name>RedDaisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628156542453438905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMimiA0DdhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJvMJrJM0Q/S220/daisy_red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SGAO979e8sI/AAAAAAAAACk/QdTbdXN4FEc/s72-c/BabySage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202241913336722630.post-1424379480106453111</id><published>2008-06-06T12:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T12:09:46.526-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Tickle me Mommy</title><content type='html'>Last night, this morning you came into our bedroom and your dad and I let you finish out the night in our bed.  This morning when I woke you up the first thing ok…who are we kidding the second thing you asked me right after “Can I watch a show?” was “Mommy, why did you push my legs last night?”  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: “Because you were kicking your brother and we don’t kick your brother”.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy: “Can I punch my brother?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: “No, we don’t punch.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy: “Can I flick my brother?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: “No sweetie, that is not nice.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy: “Can I tickle my brother?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: “Yes, you can tickle your brother.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this time you proceed to tickle my belly.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAY FREAKIN CUTE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202241913336722630-1424379480106453111?l=bugamug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/feeds/1424379480106453111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202241913336722630&amp;postID=1424379480106453111' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/1424379480106453111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/1424379480106453111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/2008/06/tickle-me-mommy.html' title='Tickle me Mommy'/><author><name>RedDaisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628156542453438905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMimiA0DdhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJvMJrJM0Q/S220/daisy_red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202241913336722630.post-7152363370542559362</id><published>2008-05-28T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:44:28.942-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Newsletter'/><title type='text'>Launch - 3 Weeks</title><content type='html'>Dear Monkey, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now inside one month of the birth window and you are about the size of a honeydew melon equivlent to 5 ¼ pounds.  I went to visit the doc yesterday and she said you sound great.  Right now you are movin around like no one’s business.  I know there can’t be a lot of room in there and it seems you take issue when I sit, stand, lie down or breathe.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week your dad and I get to take a peek at you.  I am really excited, I know you are there because you remind every say…five or so minutes.  I wouldn’t have it any other way.  Although we won’t officially meet for a few more weeks seeing you on TV is the next best thing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dad and I finished your room this past weekend.  I know you won’t be in it for a while but it helps to have it done now so it won’t take time away from getting to know you.  I hope you enjoy your room, we have taken care to have aspects of all of us there to keep you feeling safe and secure and to remind you your family is around you at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had what I believe to be my first dream about you a week or so ago.  I’m actually surprised I haven’t had any sooner but I wonder if it because I’ve done this before and I’m not as freaked out as I was when I was carrying your brother.  I don’t remember much about the dream but I remember you had BIG…HUGE…GYNORMOUS blue eyes and you were sooo cute.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, your mom is a big eye person, it is one of the first things I notice about a person.  I don’t care what color your eyes are because they will be beautiful regardless…they will be yours.  I just can’t wait to squeeze your cheeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202241913336722630-7152363370542559362?l=bugamug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/feeds/7152363370542559362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202241913336722630&amp;postID=7152363370542559362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/7152363370542559362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/7152363370542559362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/2008/05/launch-3-weeks.html' title='Launch - 3 Weeks'/><author><name>RedDaisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628156542453438905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMimiA0DdhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJvMJrJM0Q/S220/daisy_red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202241913336722630.post-7872943947129306361</id><published>2008-05-28T07:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T07:52:32.595-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenthood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>My Handsome Boy...</title><content type='html'>This morning we were getting ready for school by brushing your teeth and you wanted to comb your hair, we are letting it grow now so you have something to comb.  You picked up my comb and explained the following:  “I have to comb my hair so I can look handsome.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is thank goodness you are not a girl because I would have sent you to your room until you were thirty with a statement like that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE HIM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202241913336722630-7872943947129306361?l=bugamug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/feeds/7872943947129306361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202241913336722630&amp;postID=7872943947129306361' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/7872943947129306361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/7872943947129306361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-handsome-boy.html' title='My Handsome Boy...'/><author><name>RedDaisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628156542453438905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMimiA0DdhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJvMJrJM0Q/S220/daisy_red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202241913336722630.post-3354962473529140569</id><published>2008-05-28T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T07:52:09.271-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenthood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Oh Witty One...</title><content type='html'>We were all sitting at the dinner table last night, we were finishing up our dinner and as usual had the TV on to your favorite cartoons (I very clearly understand many people think having the TV on during dinner is the worst thing you can do as a parent right next to leaving your four year old at home alone but ya know what…it works for us, for now) and your dad and I were reading a magazine and all of the sudden you exlaim…”I bet he didn’t see that coming!”  I look up at your dad for non verbal clarification and he already has his head in his hands cracking up and I begin laughing so hard I start crying.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask your dad what was going on in the cartoon and he proceeded to explain the end of the cartoon where the wolf was tormenting the dog while he was singing opera.  At the end the dog got his revenge and brought the wolf on stage and started tormenting him…this is where you come in “I bet he didn’t see that coming!”  YOU ARE A FREAKIN GENIUS.  You are four…right…do your remember that?  You aren’t supposed to be making witty statements of that caliber much less using them in the correct context.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you son!  What a great moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202241913336722630-3354962473529140569?l=bugamug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/feeds/3354962473529140569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202241913336722630&amp;postID=3354962473529140569' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/3354962473529140569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/3354962473529140569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-witty-one.html' title='Oh Witty One...'/><author><name>RedDaisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628156542453438905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMimiA0DdhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJvMJrJM0Q/S220/daisy_red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202241913336722630.post-2922622666802523788</id><published>2008-05-27T10:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T10:27:35.312-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Newsletter'/><title type='text'>47 Months</title><content type='html'>Dear Bugamug,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah…mom missed a month somewhere in there, I have an excuse your brother is sucking up all the cognitive knowledge located in what few brain cells I still have left.  There was three months in Russia ya know…again…a story for another time when you are older.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This will be the last newsletter that you will officially be an only child.  Next time around you will have a little brother.  Take this moment to bask in all of your glory.  Cause things…they are a changing.  Although in the beginning you will most likely wonder what the heck we’re doing to you. How could we be so cruel as to bring this screaming, helpless OTHER boy into our family on purpose?  I’m sure you will go through self doubt thinking you weren’t good enough or that we are punishing you for all those times you got bad reports at school.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Son…we are not punishing you.  Look at it this way.  You were and continue to be such a joy in our lives that your dad and I decided we needed two of you to challenge our superior parenting skills.  Truthfully, although you don’t know it right now you guys will an opportunity to bond like no one else in this world.  You boys will share the good, the bad and the ugly and be better for each.  I hope you become best friends, no one will know you inside and out like your brother.  Give it about four years, that pesky little person following you around will idolize you and put you so high upon a pedestal that you won’t be able to see the floor from all of the clouds in your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this month you attended an old friend’s birthday party, Kolby Davis.  Your Dad and I found it quite interesting how you responded, we told you we were going to Pump It Up but we didn’t tell you why we were going.  When we got there and you walked through the door you quickly hid behind my legs, taking it all in as you tend to do in new situations.  At this point in your life…surprises tend to make you anxious and shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten minutes later…it was like you guys didn’t miss a beat.  Running and jumping and screaming each others name.  That is...UNTIL the new best friend came along.  You were fighting for attention and finally decided to give up and do your own thing.  Good call son.  Those pesky girls are so flaky.  Do your own thing and they will come running.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the birthday party we went to Miss Cheryl’s surprise birthday party.  There were a ton of older kids and we just let you run wild.  There was an incident with the cue ball but mom thwarted your mad dash outside to do whatever it was in your little mind you were going to do with said cue ball, I honestly don’t even want to imagine the damage you would have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following weekend we went to Miss Louisa’s graduation party.  They went full out with a moon jump and tons o food.  It was incredibly hot and although it was the evening I think the moon jump was too warm, even for you.  You again played with all the kids and Mr. Chip took you to go jump on the trampoline and I hear you were teaching everyone else a thing or to.  I’m not surprised my little daredevil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taekwondo is going good.  You are getting better and better.  Mr. Henderson has to get on to your for self discipline constantly.  Dude…just stand still.  LOL…easy enough for an almost four year old…right.  Right now you are prepping for your next stripe and testing for your yellow belt.  Your brother is due to make his arrival the day of testing so Mom and Dad will make arrangements for you to test a week or so later.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hilarious watching you boys follow the instructor, the third stripe has you mimic the movements of the instructor and you all are just starting.  You just started so it’s pretty much chaos and you don’t know what you are doing but I feel pretty confident in a couple of weeks you’ll be teaching your class how to do those movements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorial weekend was low key for us; we did try and keep you busy and were successful at least one day.  You and I made our way to the pool for the first time this year.  It was a perfect day and you played and ran and swam and like the energizer bunny kept going and going and going.  Finally I had to call it quits for lunch and a nap and although you were not happy you basically were so tired you put yourself to bed for a nap.  Poor bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally made it down to Granny and Papa Boleyn’s and that other boy Donald.  It’s been awhile and that is Mom’s fault, well how about we blame your brother.  It was your brother’s fault but we got down there.  You talked up a storm and more that one occasion they asked if you ever STOP talking.  The answer is pretty much NO…unless there is a show on that has transformed you into some other dimension or underwater dilemma.  You seem to enjoy your time with them and there are no shortage of hugs and kisses from all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we kept Monday low key since we had such a busy Sunday and I didn’t want you to go back to school tired and cranky so we watched TV and movies pretty much all day.  Sunday night you were running from room to room shouting “I am Hasselhoff!”  Your dad was in his office and I was coming down from upstairs and I had to ask for clarification before I passed out.  So I ask your dad “Did he just say I am Hasselhoff?”  Yep, was your dad’s reply.  Oh good grief, you are so banned from watching The Spongebob Movie.  I will not have that going on in my house young man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another ‘bedtime’ ritual that you seem to get a kick out of is jumping on your bed, clothing optional, shouting “I’m tired but I’m still going to do this”, then you plop down.  Your dad laughs every time you do this just egging you on.  The first few times…yeah…funny but the next 50, seriously just get your jammies on boy!  Dad…OUT!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re letting your hair grow again and your looks are changing, you’re eating out of house and home again so we are prepping for another growth spurt.  We signed you up for swimming lessons but they won’t start until mid July, and mom has a backup plan this year if it doesn’t work out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I introduced you to mac and cheese with turkey hot dogs last week and that is pretty much your standard request every night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad introduced you to nutella dipped in strawberries and you came out of the kitchen last night with a majority of it on your face, instead of in your mouth but we got the message…bring this stuff around more mom and dad, it’s totally awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Dad and I are looking into your birthday present, I think you will love it but we are measuring and calculating and hopefully will be able to come up with something by your birthday next month.  I predict how you will respond but you keep it interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you notice son I have not reported on anything negative this month…why you ask…well…you’ve been doing and continue to do great in school.  You are learning, listening and even teaching your dad a thing or two.  You seem happier and I know your Dad and I are as we don’t have to constantly get on to you for misbehaving at school.  YAY you boy!!  Your dad and I are very happy and proud of your progress.  Keep it up son!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next month will be a busy month, you will meet your brother for the first time and a week later turn four, two pivotal events in your life.  Your dad and I will be here for you, do not hesitate to sit us down and talk to us about how you are taking everything in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you and you will always be my first love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202241913336722630-2922622666802523788?l=bugamug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/feeds/2922622666802523788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202241913336722630&amp;postID=2922622666802523788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/2922622666802523788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/2922622666802523788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/2008/05/47-months.html' title='47 Months'/><author><name>RedDaisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628156542453438905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMimiA0DdhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJvMJrJM0Q/S220/daisy_red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202241913336722630.post-3508819529923801017</id><published>2008-05-09T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T15:05:32.191-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Everyday</title><content type='html'>When you ask to be picked up you sing a line from the Dave Mathews Band song 'Everyday'..."Pick me up love...Everyday...".  Compliments of your mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202241913336722630-3508819529923801017?l=bugamug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/feeds/3508819529923801017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202241913336722630&amp;postID=3508819529923801017' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/3508819529923801017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/3508819529923801017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/2008/05/everyday.html' title='Everyday'/><author><name>RedDaisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628156542453438905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMimiA0DdhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJvMJrJM0Q/S220/daisy_red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202241913336722630.post-6454473904025618685</id><published>2008-05-09T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T09:44:28.942-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Newsletter'/><title type='text'>L-5 weeks and four days</title><content type='html'>Dear Monkey, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the first of many newsletters and as time goes by I will attempt to write about your life, love and whatnots.  Life is not a whatnot…but we’ll get into that and you mom and dad's passion for quoting movies another time.  You already have one up on your brother as I waited until he was over two years old to start his blog.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dad and I found out you would be joining our family in October.  We were and still are very excited.  Your dad didn’t find out you were a 'he' until Christmas morning, Santa surprised him. As for your brother, we has some 'splainin to do since we originally told him you were a 'she'. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of your brother, you have an older brother, we call him Bugamug.  He will be four when you make your official debut in this world.  I can’t wait for you boys to meet and become life long friends.  I know he can’t wait to meet you, I can even imagine he has a secret blog chronicling all the things he wants to teach you, good and bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little about me:  I’m 36, I work for a NASA contractor and I am a former go-go.  I won’t go into detail here but ask your dad someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dad:  He is 43, owns a chocolate empire and he loves music.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your brother:  He is 3 ¾ , and an old soul.  He asks how you slept every morning and randomly ask how your day was.  He is very loving and you will learn a lot from him.  Let’s just stick with the good habits and try to minimize the bad habits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the while you’ve been growing in my tummy I must say in the grand scheme of things, it hasn’t been horrible.  I was sick for the first four months and the last couple of months I’ve had pretty bad back spasms, I’ve been tired, exhausted and now I just feel fat waddling around and I refuse to waddle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem to really enjoy SUGAR!  Anything and everything sugar seems to be the theme of this pregnancy.  That is most likely why I feel so exhausted, coming down from all the sugar highs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for now, as I don't want to overwhelm.  I just wanted to introduce you to your immediate family with this first entry and let you know you are much loved and we all can’t wait for you to make your debut.  There is a lot of excitement and anticipation in the air and we are praying that you have a safe and healthy arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...you can thank Ms Jodie for your cute blog design.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202241913336722630-6454473904025618685?l=bugamug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/feeds/6454473904025618685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202241913336722630&amp;postID=6454473904025618685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/6454473904025618685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/6454473904025618685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/2008/05/l-5-weeks-and-four-days.html' title='L-5 weeks and four days'/><author><name>RedDaisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628156542453438905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMimiA0DdhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJvMJrJM0Q/S220/daisy_red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202241913336722630.post-9177207107885674738</id><published>2008-05-08T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T09:57:24.056-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When asked if you wanted to go to Old McDonald's farm for a birthday party your response was "I just want to sing it...I don't want to go there."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202241913336722630-9177207107885674738?l=bugamug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/feeds/9177207107885674738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202241913336722630&amp;postID=9177207107885674738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/9177207107885674738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/9177207107885674738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-asked-if-you-wanted-to-go-to-old.html' title=''/><author><name>RedDaisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628156542453438905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMimiA0DdhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJvMJrJM0Q/S220/daisy_red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202241913336722630.post-911245407702110183</id><published>2008-04-25T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T11:39:14.836-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Newsletter'/><title type='text'>Month 45</title><content type='html'>Dear Bugamug,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last month started out with Landon’s birthday party.  Landon and your Dad share the same birth date, we went to his house for a BBQ.  I think you had a good time.  Your Dad shared with me that you and Maddox were in the other room pouting when Lan was opening his presents.  I know it is hard for you guys, plus he got some really cool stuff.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the weekends this month consisted of errands and chores.  Your Dad and I are attempting to get things in order before your brother makes his debut in less than eight weeks.  You’ve been helping me plant lilies, trimming trees and organizing the garage.  It’s been rather challenging but you do love to help so much…and I try to keep that in mind to keep you busy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taekwondo has been going really really well.  You earned TWO STRIPES within a week.  I was afraid you were going to expect stripes every time you showed up for class but thankfully this past class no one received a strip so you didn’t feel slighted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Dad and I watch you and just shake our heads.  You can always be heard over everyone eles (YES MA’AM).  You have a big o smile on your face when you are allowed to run.  You want to lead (and you are promptly reminded you cannot be the leader of the class until you obtain your black belt status in about 6-8 years),  you have found shortcuts to things that don’t entirely make sense to you like hiding behind the bob’s and instead of squatting and standing back up you just remain squatting.  Nice going son. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You received an outstanding report from your class yesterday and wanted to bring it in to your class.  I said no because it had glitter on it and I didn’t see the relevance then your Dad remembered the kids’ bringing in their reports last week and they received a ‘Way to Go’; silly mommy.  You brought your report in and you received a way to go and you earned your first star.  Now we just have to get a visitor to come visit with you so you can get a V to sew that star on to.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That leads us to Dr. Ler.mer.  Dad and I decided to go to a family counselor for some advice and coaching on how to handle a boy of your nature.  It turns out you are extremely gifted, by his observation of course.  Not that Dad and I don’t feel the same we just thought it was our biased opinion.  You really enjoyed the visit with the doctor and he obviously made an impression on you, you are still bringing up his name.  He gave us some good advice and we will see where we go from here in the coming months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School just got better for you this last week.  They moved you up to Sweet 450.  You seemed to be adjusting quickly.  Ms. Heather is so excited you are in her class she can’t stop talking about it.  You also seem to be up the challenge of the big kid class.  For now…”Oh No” reports are a thing of the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had another BBQ in mid April at Ms. Nicole’s.  She has to be the coolest ever.  She rented a moon jump for you boys and you guys had a blast.  We brought out the fire pit and you were obsessed.  You boys had your drinks and cookies sitting around the fire.  WAY TOO CUTE.  Again we were there until about 10 and we didn’t get home until 11 and you were exhausted; MUST STAY AWAKE FOR SCOOBY DOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found a new favorite show for you: Captain Planet.  Actually it is a really good show about protecting the planet from pollution and such.  I’ve taught you to turn the water off while you are brushing your teeth, you even remind me sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I began reading a children’s version of Treasure Island and you are riveted.  We read a few pages every night and you seem to look forward to it.  Pirates and Treasure…ARGH MATEY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had another BBQ at Mr. Paul’s house.  You and Kyle had a fun time chasing each other around.  Kyle and I left at the same time, I had a girls night a Ms Nicole’s and you were more upset that Kyle left than me.  That’s lovely.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend you visited the ‘Shire’ with your Dad for the first time…that you know of.  You were actually there when you are a baby but we only stopped by for a few pix the last time.  Your dad said you had a blast on your adventure through the forest.  He has plans to take you fishing Saturday morning.  HOW FUN!!  I know you boys will have a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear you grow up everyday.  It is hard to keep up with you sometimes.  Dr. Lermer said you would surpass us at 8 with your intellect and wit…I’m thinking more like 5.  I am grateful you have been blessed with your gifts and your Dad and I are going to try everything in our power to step up to the challenge and cultivate those gifts in the best way possible.  Heaven help us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just called to RSVP you to birthday party for an old friend of yours, Kolby Davis.  You haven’t seen her in almost a year but you still talk about her and apparently she still talks about you.  I think I’m not going to tell you and let you be surprised.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very loved and we are very proud of you…keep being you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202241913336722630-911245407702110183?l=bugamug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/feeds/911245407702110183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202241913336722630&amp;postID=911245407702110183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/911245407702110183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/911245407702110183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/2008/04/month-45.html' title='Month 45'/><author><name>RedDaisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628156542453438905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMimiA0DdhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJvMJrJM0Q/S220/daisy_red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202241913336722630.post-794859274113705763</id><published>2008-03-26T12:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T12:23:56.770-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Newsletter'/><title type='text'>44 Months</title><content type='html'>Dear Bugamug,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On time two months in a row…I’m on a roll.  This month has been nothing less than exciting.  We are still keeping you very busy.  A few notables from the month, you attended Tay.lor’s birthday party at Pu.mp It Up.  Of course you LOVED it.  You slid down the gynormous slide frontwards, backwards and upside down, BOY; no fear.  You prolly would have done a swan dive off the top if you had thought about it.  You and your dad played around a bit and your mom got some great shots, and you ran and ran and ran to your sweaty hearts content.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following weekend your dad went to New Or.leans on a guys trip and true to form I kept you incredibly busy.  That Saturday was by far your busiest day to date.  First stop was TaeKwonDo.  This was the first time you actually participated, second time to attended class.  You did a stellar job.  You listened, participated and looked to be enjoying what you were doing.  So…I signed you up and you got your Gui.  That’s where the fun abruptly stopped.  The instructor put your jacket and your white belt on to take a picture and you were not happy at all.  However, the picture you ended up taking made you look way intense which I don’t think is a bad thing.  You are a force to be reckoned with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After TaeKwonDo we went to I.HOP for breakfast.  You got the JoJo pancakes.  Which translates to pink and blue syrup with a pink sucker on top in honor of ‘Hor.ton Hears a Who’.  You ate about half and had had your fill.  I think you figured out that while it looked cool it did not live up to your expectations; you bogarted the strawberries from my pancakes instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After breakfast we headed to Gal.veston to the beach, the first time you went to the beach in Texas.  We met Landon and Maddox there.  OH MY GOSH did you have fun.  I enjoyed just watching you take it all in and play to your hearts content without restriction.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had all the best beach toys; I know this because other kids were migrating our way asking to play with our sand toys.  There was a mishap regarding the sand castle you boys and Ms. Jodie were building but once we got past that it was smooth sailing. You decided to try out the water and it was COLD.  You ran and ran and played and played then it was time to pack up and head to Maddox’s for dinner.  When you told your dad you went to the beach you explained it the following way: “I was running in the water and the water totally came up and got me.”  Totally…totally…my lil California boy; that is so cool.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Maddox’s house you and the boys played some more.  It was great going to a new house with new toys to keep you boys occupied.  Landon and Maddox’s parents and I enjoyed some ‘adult’ time and got dinner ready while you boys played to your hearts content.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally wrapped it up around 10p and you showed no signs of slowing down.  Where do you get all of your energy?  We headed home which took about 45 min and you still didn’t fall asleep you were watching ‘Sco.oby Doo’.  Only after we got our showers and I put you to bed did you fall asleep 5 minutes later  AND you didn’t get up until 8:30 the next morning…that’s my boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday we had a low key day.  I made breakfast and we got ready to go to the movies to see ‘Hort.on Hears A Who’.  You enjoyed the movie.  You were sitting in my lap at one point and your brother started kicking you in the back.  You could feel him and it didn’t seem to bother you.  You would just smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had glorious naps then got ready to pick Dad up from the airport.  I had a really a good weekend with you…thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following weekend was Easter weekend.  I’m still trying to find a church so we haven’t gone yet, I swear by next year the Wayne’s will be in church celebrating Easter.  Saturday we started off at TaeKwonDo, all I can say is we made progress from Thursday’s debacle.  On Thursday we got to the door but you refused to go in.  You had your Gui on but it must have been burning your skin or harming you in some way based on the way you were carrying on.  We ended up leaving and sent you to your room and boy were you mad.  Saturday morning we did get you in your Gui and in the building.  Understanding your progress we told you that you could watch.  You seemed content with that and we will try again on Thursday to actually participate IN your Gui.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon you helped me scoop sand out of your sandbox in order to clean it up and make it useable.  Your Dad and I are working to get that backyard in better shape so you can play out there more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday the Easter Bunny visited you.  When Dad came back from Starbucks he went to find you to let you know he saw the Easter Bunny leaving our backyard.  You totally scored.  The Bunny left you a car basket that was bigger than you and hid a ton of eggs around the backyard.  You went out in your jammy’s and loaded up.  Your dad made his famous, incredible French toast then we colored a few eggs for fun.  That afternoon you and I went on an ‘adventure’; we took a walk up to the park, you got bored then we went to the duck pond, through the tunnel, to the other duck pond and the other park then back home.  It was delightful.  We talked about things, sang songs, and watched all the animals.  It was a few hours of just us that I will remember and cherish always.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for the update regarding school; deep breathe…things aren’t going as well as we would like.  The ‘Oh No’ reports have stopped but that is just because your teachers were told to stop reporting.  Not sure that is the right answer because you understand that you don’t have to be accountable and you are getting away with things.  Your Dad and I are still discussing what we are going to do to try and solve this problem.  Your teachers believe that it will resolve itself after your brother is born.  I’m hoping…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very loving to your brother as you watch my belly grow.  You like to feel him kick and you ask how he is doing every day.  Whenever you share snacks with me you always give one for me and one for your brother.  You are already very thoughtful and loving toward him.  I can’t wait for you boys to meet and become lifelong friends.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202241913336722630-794859274113705763?l=bugamug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/feeds/794859274113705763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202241913336722630&amp;postID=794859274113705763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/794859274113705763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/794859274113705763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/2008/03/44-months.html' title='44 Months'/><author><name>RedDaisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628156542453438905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMimiA0DdhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJvMJrJM0Q/S220/daisy_red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202241913336722630.post-6609176108392982205</id><published>2008-02-27T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T11:31:28.143-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Newsletter'/><title type='text'>43 Months</title><content type='html'>Dear Bugamug,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me I’m actually on time…don’t get used to it.  It’s been a month and it seems a long one at that.  Your dad and I are at our wits end with you and your ‘oh no’ reports from school.  The level of frustration is at its all time high.  We’ve taken away TV, treats, you go to bed right after dinner without a story or me or your dad laying with you for 5 minutes.  BOY!!!  I’ve dangled sleeping in our bed AND playing with Kolby Davis and that still doesn’t trigger a change.  Your dad called you in your classroom and that seemed to help.  I tried this today since your dad is on a business trip in Ve.gas…we will see.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going to try Kar.ate in the next couple of weeks to see if you need an outlet for your energy and we believe that will provide more structure.  Unfortunately your mom had the same issues and they greatly subsided when I joined soccer.  Luckily we’re trying this kar.ate thing at 4 instead of 8.  Cause good lord…we would probably make you walk to school both ways naked and if you kept this up for the next 4 years.  For those parental activist groups I am just kidding…I would let him wear underware.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that is out of the way…I can talk about all the good things that happened this month.  We went to Granny’s for her birthday that coincided with our monthly visits.  You were very happy to see her and gave her a lot of hugs and she ate them all up.  Papa was there in his blue jumper and that other boy Donald also made an appearance.  You and the puppy Abby added A LOT of noise to nominally much quiet house.  Abby likes to chase you around the living room and bark and you squeal.  This went on…and on…to where the noise was too much for me to bare.  Poor Granny and Papa…I think they were ready for us to leave sooner than later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems you are finally reacquainted with your room and you don’t come down EVERY night and try to weasel you way into our bed.  Also you’ve managed to stay in your bed after we put you down instead of the previous two hours later still trying to get you to go to bed. “I need some water”, “I need to go to the bathroom”, “MOM…MOM…cover me up!”.  Good lord son…you almost drove me to drinkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and your dad have had some great bonding time of late.  I think it has been great for you, especially when your brother arrives you and your dad will be hanging out a lot more.  I love to hear of all the things you guys do together…there is just some things mom doesn’t think of and thankfully you have a dad that does and I can tell you enjoy every minute of your time with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the zoo with your Ms Jodie, Mr. Bryan, Miss. Nicole, Mr. Danny, Landon, Mr. Max, Ms, Melyssa and Max.  It was a BEAUTIFUL day the weather was warm enough but not HOT.  Most of the animals were out (the ones in cages too) and we had a good time.  You are the oldest of the three boys, all about 1.5 apart and you so get a kick out of seeing them do what you do…even if you get in trouble because I know you like seeing them get in trouble too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend we went to Moody Gardens, your first trip and I haven’t been there in 6 years.  It is nice, pricey but nice.  We went to the Aquarium and the Rainforst pyramid.  Yeah…you weren’t interested.  You had more fun just running about, especially since the floor sloped down the entire way…gotta love gravity and the sensation of running fast and running over everything in your path.  Excuse him…Seth Allen…excuse him…Seth Allen.  That was the theme of the afternoon.  Good grief boy you are challenging.  As we were leaving Ms. Melyssa spotted a playground and you boys went to town.  We could have saved our money and just played there for four hours.  We ended up at dinner at Cas.ey’s on the seawall and I had had enough.  WHERE is your OFF BUTTON.  You would not be quiet.   Where do you get it?  You didn’t even fall asleep on the way home…did you forget you DID NOT have a nap?  Thankfully mom thought ahead and bought you a new DVD and that occupied you for the entire way home.  I would kiss the person that invented the portable DVD player if he/she were standing in front of me…tongue and everything.  Ok...I digress…I’ll save that for my blog.  I apologize son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things heard at the dinner table from a certain 3.5 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dad…this dinner is good…or shall I say Honey…this dinner is good.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hubby and I were hugging in the kitchen, said 3.5 yr old “awe”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll have to ask your dad about the few more that currently escapes me.  Oh you listen…and you listen good you just choose not to listen when you want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the by I love you very much.  Challenges and I all I wouldn’t have you any other way than you are…except perhaps the listening and minding part.  :D  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202241913336722630-6609176108392982205?l=bugamug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/feeds/6609176108392982205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202241913336722630&amp;postID=6609176108392982205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/6609176108392982205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/6609176108392982205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/2008/02/43-months.html' title='43 Months'/><author><name>RedDaisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628156542453438905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMimiA0DdhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJvMJrJM0Q/S220/daisy_red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202241913336722630.post-7417690335445941837</id><published>2008-02-04T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T15:20:22.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superbowl XLII</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Superbowl 42, Patriots vs Giants.  This was a significant superbowl regarding the Patriots bid to go 19-0 for the season, only one other team in the NFL has gone undefeated, the 1972 Miami Dolphins.  How’s that info coming from MOM.   That’s right, I know a thing or two about sports.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not going to do an in depth commentary about the game.  It was a pretty boring game to say the least until the fourth quarter and the game was 7-3 Patriots.  The Patriots scored with less than 5 minutes to go in the fourth making it 14-10.  The Giants got the ball back with four minutes left on the clock and went down the field for a touchdown, game ends 14-17 Giants.  HUGE upset.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you are not into watching football yet your dad and I set you up in our bedroom with a couple of rented movies and all the snacks your little bowl could carry.  Funguns were a big hit with you.  Transformers didn’t hold your attention but boy howdy we didn’t see or hear you for an hour and fifteen while you watched Rugrats.  All in all you did great.  Asking you to stay out of sight for three hours was a tall order and you managed about two hours.  Nice job boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202241913336722630-7417690335445941837?l=bugamug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/feeds/7417690335445941837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202241913336722630&amp;postID=7417690335445941837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/7417690335445941837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/7417690335445941837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/2008/02/superbowl-xlii.html' title='Superbowl XLII'/><author><name>RedDaisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628156542453438905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMimiA0DdhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJvMJrJM0Q/S220/daisy_red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202241913336722630.post-8580514473773614590</id><published>2008-01-16T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T13:14:57.282-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenthood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Newsletter'/><title type='text'>42 months and 3 weeks</title><content type='html'>Dear Bugamug,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well your mother is WAY behind on your newsletters.  I apologize.  I somehow hope this brief hole in your existence doesn’t lead you on a path of crime and evil.  Not that you haven’t been at the forefront of my thoughts at some point everyday, there is just so many hours in a day and it seems I need more.  You won’t understand this until you are at least 30 years old with a family, and a career of your own.  I didn’t get it until about six months ago.  Before then there seemed to be too many hours in the day and I was just wishing the day away trying to figure out what to do with my time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been several changes in your life since your last newsletter.  You have done great with potty training since we had our party in April.  I brag about you to all that will listen and they can’t believe it was all done in a day.  I have come to realize that waiting so long actually helped.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took our first family vacation in May to San Antonio.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had your 3rd birthday party at Pump It Up in Kingwood.  It is an indoor inflatable jumping experience.  About 10 of your friends showed up and you had a blast.  Running, jumping, pizza, cake and presents!  We should do this everyday!  (Oh god NO!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In July we decided to change schools.  Prim.rose just wasn’t doing what we thought they should regarding curriculum and discipline.  Kids.R.Kids built a new school down the road and we went for a visit and really liked what we saw and heard and decided to make the switch.  The decision was again hard on me, I hated you having to leave your best friend and be ‘the new kid’ yet again.  Your Dad and myself believe we have your best interest at heart even if you don’t understand it yet…you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also FINALLY put away your crib and purchased a big boy bed and furniture.  We took the side off your crib and you would not have anything to do with staying in your bed with all that freedom of running around at all hours.  Your bedroom has been converted into a Surf and Skate theme…we hope you like it.  Your Dad and I try to be hip when we can.  When we fail miserably I still want points for times like this when we do it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the Summer was a big adjustment in your new school.  It didn’t seem to be working out well.  You were getting into trouble, not listening and ending up with the principal way more than I ever did at your age.  So…we finally figured out you were bored and asked them to move you into the next class.  BINGO.  That lasted about few months until your old classmates moved up and the behavior issues started again.  You are a smart one and you definitely keep your teachers on their toes.  They have gone so far to tell me and your Dad that you are the reason they get up in the morning and teach.  You continue to be challenging but they love you and you always become their favorite…even when you are not listening or tearing up your artwork or disturbing others a nap time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A funny thing, you have Spanish every afternoon and you hate it, never listen, never participate BUT you know it.  Your teacher says the only way you won’t disrupt others is if she sits down with you.  Even though you don’t participate, when asked, you will tend to show off and regurgitate everything that has been taught, almost as if what you are learning is so 6 months ago and you so don't have time for this right now.  That’s my boy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In October you received some news that our family is growing by one.  You seemed to take the news very well.  Your dad and I did make the mistake of telling you it was a girl and you fell in love with her.  You even decided to tell your teachers ‘Mommy has baby Sydney in her tummy.’  Thanks for that, Mom got a talking to from Ms. Pam on that one because Ms. Pam didn't find out first.  Unfortunately mom and dad found out the baby was going to be a brother and not a sister and you were not happy one bit.  ‘I don’t like boys, I like girls.’  It seems you have come around, you’ve started talking to your brother again while he is my ever growing belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Christmas we decided to go to California to visit your dad's relatives.  It was your first plane ride and you were so very excited.  Mom and Dad prepared with snacks, books, and a definite must have...the DVD player (angels singing).  Even though the flight wasn’t exactly like the last time mom had flown ALONE it was fun to share your first experience with you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;California was great, you had a blast.  Everyday was a new adventure.  You bonded with your cousins and Aunt Stef quickly.  You had your first sleepover at Mema’s and liked it so much you did it again.  HEAVEN.  You also had your first Christmas experience at Nana and Papa’s.  We went to Legoland, the beach (WHICH YOU LOVED), the aquarium, Bolboa park, and to visit some of Dad’s friends.  You also had your dad and I doing laundry at 2 am one morning.  Note to others out there…never give a young boy spaghetti sauce that has Vodka in the incredients.  Doesn’t look or smell too good the second time around.  You had this flying thing down pat as you slept through landing as we touched down at home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That pretty much highlights the last 10 months of your life.  Your favorite show(s) are Justice League, Batman and PowerRangers.  You are better about the clothes you wear and seem to be growing out of the phase where certain articles of clothing burn the skin off of your bones when we put them on you.  You will however not stay in your bed since we got back from California.  You say you are afraid of the dark. Even though you have a night light in your room and my office light stays on to illuminate the hallway and there is a nightlight in the bathroom.  So…kid…are you manipulating or are you truly scared.  I am going to try one more thing tonight, switching of the noisemakers.  I suspect the 10 year old noisemaker is making sounds that my be waking you at night.  We will see.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a very strong will boy and your dad and I are finding it challenging helping you to display your dissatisfaction in way other than temper tantrums.  “I want cheese, two cheeses.”  “Ok”  “I want strawberries.” “No, you can have cheese for a snack, not strawberries.”  Here is where you fall to the floor in agony…the audacity that I, the mommy, tell you...the child...that you cannot have strawberries.  Where is the justice in this world.  I know…I know…We are currently working on government legislation for parents to be flogged 100 times if requests by three year olds are not satisified immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy…you are a stinker but how you have made my life complete.  I never imagined or believed my heart could love so much.  You teach me things everyday about myself.  You bring out my strengths and my weaknesses and when you reach out for me, hug and kiss me or snuggle with me at night for storytime those weaknesses seem to fade away.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202241913336722630-8580514473773614590?l=bugamug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/feeds/8580514473773614590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202241913336722630&amp;postID=8580514473773614590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/8580514473773614590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/8580514473773614590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/2008/01/42-months-and-3-weeks.html' title='42 months and 3 weeks'/><author><name>RedDaisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628156542453438905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMimiA0DdhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJvMJrJM0Q/S220/daisy_red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202241913336722630.post-5878899597681464639</id><published>2007-08-20T19:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T12:59:05.599-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenthood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Vacation'/><title type='text'>Summer recap Part 1</title><content type='html'>How sad am I.  It's been 4 months since I last gave any kind of update. That is just sad.  So...sit back, relax and grab a cold one, this may take awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe I was supposed to give a recap of our first family vacation to Sea.world.  May 4-6th we travelled to San Antonio.  I was very excited and I think you were to but really didn't know it at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived and checked into our room and headed to the River.walk where we walked, tried to keep you from going for a swim and had dinner at the Rain.forest cafe.  At the restaurant every half hour a 'thunderstorm' would take place and you wanted nothing to do with that!  We ate and got out of there a fast as possible only to end up at mar.ble slab.  YUM-O.  You had cotton candy flavored ice cream with M&amp;.M's and sprinkles...I could put sprinkles on lima beans and I believe you would eat them.  Hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it home and you crashed.  You slept in your own bed which made me and daddy very happy.  We had big plans the next day at Sea.world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we had breakfast at the hotel and headed off on our adventure.  We rented a little cart which was priceless and a must.  We were off like a heard of turtles.  The day was overcast thankfully and kept the temps down and made the entire day very tolerable.  Our first stop was the water skier show.  Around the corner just before the entrance to the show you spot a colorful bird that is talking up a storm.  "Look Mom, a Macaw."  I had to look around and make sure that came from you and not a 5 year old standing next to me.  No, not a bird, a Macaw.  Yes, you were right. During the water ski show you didn't take your eyes off the performers and they were as big as silver dollars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop was the childrens climbing area.  You and Dad had fun climbing the ropes and walking across the wonky bridge. You and dad also rode on a mini, very mini ferris wheel.  Nothing but smiles and laughing as you took it all in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we went to feed the dolphins.  A nice lady gave you a couple of fishes.  You let mommy take the lead on that one.  You loved looking at the dolphins but were not so much interested in them mistaking your hand for fish food.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least was the ultimate, the reason we were there, the end all be all...SHA.MU!  Yes, we went to a show.  You were fading fast but you managed to keep your wits about you as you sat on your dad's lap and watch the whales swim, dance and splash water all over the unsuspecting victims in the lower rows.  That was it, that was all we had in us.  Our day at Sea.world came to a close.  It was great and fun was had by all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way home we stopped and had dinner at Olive Gar.den, not gourmet but it was filling.  No one had any trouble falling asleep that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we packed up and begin our trip home.  The plan was to stop by Splash.town and have some fun at the waterpark.  Of course the thought process was it is May and summers in Texas are notorious for being hot...who would have expected to be rainy and cold.  Well...it is Texas so anything is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad decided to brave the drizzle and we did the waterpark anyway.  Hindsight it was a mistake.  You ended up getting tonsilitis and we felt bad we kept you out in the rain cold and wet.  But...to tell you truth mom and dad had fun being kids again, if only for a few minutes.  A couple of days and you were back on your feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That concludes the first annual Wayne family vacation.  Your dad and I absolutely love to see the joy and excitement of your new experiences.  We are so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.  I'll recap the rest of the summer tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202241913336722630-5878899597681464639?l=bugamug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/feeds/5878899597681464639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202241913336722630&amp;postID=5878899597681464639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/5878899597681464639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/5878899597681464639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/2007/08/summer-recap-part-1.html' title='Summer recap Part 1'/><author><name>RedDaisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628156542453438905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMimiA0DdhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJvMJrJM0Q/S220/daisy_red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202241913336722630.post-6368890999913755673</id><published>2007-04-09T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T12:58:46.668-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenthood'/><title type='text'>Potty Training 101</title><content type='html'>My baby isn’t a baby anymore.  This weekend we began the potty training that took mom 6 months to prepare for both emotionally and physically.   I was all gung ho after my friend bought the Boy a potty chair for his 2nd birthday and I knew his school was going to start training as well.  So…I purchased a “Potty Training in One Day” book and started my “to do list”.  Good grief was I overwhelmed.  Plus I can honestly admit I was becoming lazy about it all.  Pull ups are so convenient…or so I thought AND the fear of my baby not being a baby anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally decided Good Friday would be the day.  The boy’s school was closed and hubby had to work.  I was sort of prepared back from my initial crack at preparations so I would get my list back out and figure out a plan.  Of course I am an uber anal person about planning and everything had to be perfect and go just as the book explained.  The anatomically correct potty doll, the bathroom turned into a boardwalk and beach, streamers, presents galore, treats, potty books and potty videos, planned activities related to the beach all day long.  I’m tired just thinking about it.  Thank goodness I’m done.  So…here is how the day went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning the boy gets out of bed about an hour earlier than I had planned.  This was ok since the hubby and I stayed up the previous night decorating and put the finishing touches on preparation.  The hubby was great.  After working extra long hours he came home and helped me and added his own “Daddy touches”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the book suggested the morning was going to focus on Paul (the doll) and teaching him how to use the potty.  Whatever…the boy wanted about 5 seconds of that.  The good thing about waiting this long was the boy was familiar with the potty and he has used it on several occasions but just not consistently.   So…plans changed and mom almost had a nervous breakdown.  Instead of focusing on Paul we focused on the Boy…about four hours earlier than planned.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the book suggested I wrapped everything; Paul, the potty chair, undies, a couple of special gifts, all to generate excitement about it all.  He wasn’t to keen on putting on the undies at first.  I had to put them on him and reassure they were fun.  He didn’t put up much of a fight once they were on.  He opened his brand new potty chair that I went ahead and jumped to the 3rd step and put just the potty seat on the big toilet so he would go ahead and get used to the big potty.  We were making progress and it was only 9:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made hats, waves, watched videos, make cookies, read books and put stickers on his chart and a treat always followed.  He did great.  I couldn’t imagine potty training going so smoothly…after I figured out and accepted Paul wasn’t needed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night when Dad came home from work and we went to Ch.uck E. Che.ese to celebrate…with our big boy undies on!  It was great…he even used the big boy potty.   He was a little apprehensive at first but seemed to accept his fate and went like a champ.  We only had one accident today…we still need to work on BMs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday came and went with no accidents and he had a BM in his upstairs potty.  YES!  We even went to IHOP and Costco. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I was all but out of commission all day and Dad took care of him.  YAY…Dad is trained now too.  Today is his first day at school and I told him he had big boy undies and to spend a bit more time with him today.  I hope it goes well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned that the Boy wouldn’t be a baby anymore and it is true.  It is like he grew up over the weekend.  He is much wiser to the world with his potty endeavors.  I guess that solves it…we gotta have another one.  See babe…I wrote it so it’s official.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202241913336722630-6368890999913755673?l=bugamug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/feeds/6368890999913755673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202241913336722630&amp;postID=6368890999913755673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/6368890999913755673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/6368890999913755673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/2007/04/potty-training-101.html' title='Potty Training 101'/><author><name>RedDaisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628156542453438905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMimiA0DdhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJvMJrJM0Q/S220/daisy_red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202241913336722630.post-2151489726483043417</id><published>2007-03-30T10:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T12:58:18.699-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenthood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Newsletter'/><title type='text'>33 Months and 4 Days</title><content type='html'>Hello son-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom here…This last month has been a flurry of activity and few changes that surprised myself and dear old dad…not that he’s old…just a figure of speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll start with the good and end with the challenging…yeah…we’ll call it challenging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend you accompanied me to “Miss Nicole’s” house to help Miss Nicole with getting ready to put her house up for sale. Nic’s has two big dogs and you’re not used to being around dogs so you did not leave my lap. By your reaction I can only imagine you thought those doggies were ready to take a limb or your entire head at any given moment. You never took your eyes from them…just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went upstairs to work in a bedroom and created a much appreciated barrier from the dogs and you proceeded to be mom’s big helper by lining up the socket wrench attachments (part of your OCD) and amusing yourself with playing hide and seek in the closet. Miss Jodie and I were taking furniture out of the room and you were my little shadow…not letting me out of your site. I’m sure it was from fear the dogs would show up at any given moment and off with your arm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Jodie took a wrong step down the stairs and ended up hurting (spraining) her ankle. So every time you and I continued up and down the stairs you would tell me to be careful so I won’t hurt my ankle like Miss Jodie; Compassion from a 2.5 yr old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later on you found a car in Miss Nicole’s office and you wouldn’t put it down…she ended up letting you have the car and you still haven’t put it down…it makes it really difficult at bath time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend before that you went with me to a race. Mom was not racing in this race however we went to cheer on Miss Jodie and her family in a marathon relay. I got you up really…really early and I was anticipating a “challenge”. You were golden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made our way down to Seabrook (about 45 minutes from home). Thankfully, the park had a very nice skateboard park where we set up camp. There was about 8-15 of us at any given time. Well…you loved it. The half pipes were calling you. You figured out how to crawl up by yourself and slide down on your bottom. I caught you testing your limits by trying to go head first…thankfully I thwarted that attempt. I am trying to minimize the number of emergency room visits that I know are in our future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After you got bored with sliding down yourself you decided it would be fun to see how the fire engine held up to the half pipe rigor. You thought it was so funny when the truck would sail through the legs of several unsuspecting people. Yeah…not so much…mean ole mom took away the fire engine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You then had your sights set on a stick…not any old stick…the stick. The stick that made it’s way all the way back home to your house. Announcement…For those that wish to purchase birthday and Christmas presents for the next year…just send sticks…not the little puny ones…the big walking kind and just wrap random boxes in paper…nothing in them…just paper. I digress…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the stick; you found a stick and everything in your path was fair game. After warning and removing small children and the elderly I let you have it. Coke cans, grass…dirt…other people drinks, water were not safe. That is…until the skateboarders came out and started doing their thing. You thought it would be fun to see what happens when you throw your big ole stick in the path of the skateboarders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not Cool…and because you are my son and I saw you looking at your stick then at the skateboarders and begin to take a step in the direction of said skateboarders I knew what you were thinking and again…avoided a trip to the emergency room to pay for the damage you may have done to some unsuspecting skateboarder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after…it was time to head home. You didn’t make it 15 minutes and you were wiped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend before that we went to your friend Taylor’s 4 yr birthday party at Chu.ck E. Che.ese. Of course you had a great time…crawling around the hamster trails…playing video games and eating pizza and birthday cake too. A funny thing happened…you wouldn’t remember but when you were a baby you went to a school in the Woodlands. One of your classmates was Vishnu. Everyone knew Vishnu as he cried A LOT. Vishnu happened to be having his 3rd birthday party on the same day. What are the odds…he’s still just a little guy. Odds are, when you are both adults you will either go to college together or end up working together, funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That about sums up the month of weekends…tomorrow we have Landon’s 1st birthday party where you will attend your first crawfish boil. I am sure I will not able to wait a month to write about that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the challenges that have ensued…you have figured out on the weekends you do not have to wait until Mom or Dad comes in to get you in the mornings…you get out of your bed on your own. Thankfully it is still around 9a so it’s not that challenging…yet; however, your Dad and I really…really need to convert your bed into a toddler bed for your safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantrums…boy…you had a 45 minute temper tantrum last night because 1. your school bag blanket was left at school. (Your blanket always stays at school). 2. Mom took your shoes off because they had mud on them. (How could I) 3. We would let you watch your new movie (i.e. Ic.e A.ge…the Meltdown) What horrible parents we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally had to put you in your room and close the door until you were finished with your fit. When you finally quieted down I found you lying on the floor on your blanket. When I asked if you wanted to come eat dinner you said “NO” as only a 2.5 year old can. So…I left you in your room. Dad went up a bit later to talk with you and tell you that we would enjoy it if you came and had dinner you still refused. Dad left your door open when he left the room and you promptly got up and shut it…as only a 2.5 year old can. Your Dad and I had to smile at that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally you decided you had had enough and you joined us for dinner. You stubborn little man…you are definitely my son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantrums have been your theme lately. You’ve about sent Dad over the edge in the mornings to the point where he has had to ask me for help. So…in order to alleviate such challenges as picking the right shirt/pants/shorts you have worn the same pair of shorts for a week now…your black comfy shorts with white strips on the side. I let you pick out your own shirt and that seems to have helped a bit in the clothing department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I made the mistake of “opening” your banana (which you asked me do to before quickly changing your mind right after I “opened” it. The mouth opened…the eyes squeezed shut and I reminded you to use your words and talk to me. All you had to do was ask to switch bananas with me. You understood so the crying was short lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad have quite a challenge with you and us. It seems we have reached a point where your independence and we doing things for you has reached crossroads. Understanding this makes it a bit easier…but somedays (like yesterday) there is not an easy button and you just have to push through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a good boy and bring us so much joy…I know we will all get through it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh…you said y’all the other day…your dad almost fell over out of shock. Me…not so surprised as you live in Texas and I say it frequently. I am trying however not to say “fixin” when you are in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a long one but a good one. You still grow up every day. You are 37lbs and 39 inches tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the month to come we will tackle potty training…stay tuned for those trials and tribulations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep growing, keep laughing and keep learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202241913336722630-2151489726483043417?l=bugamug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/feeds/2151489726483043417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202241913336722630&amp;postID=2151489726483043417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/2151489726483043417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/2151489726483043417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/2007/03/hello-son-mom-herethis-last-month-has.html' title='33 Months and 4 Days'/><author><name>RedDaisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628156542453438905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMimiA0DdhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJvMJrJM0Q/S220/daisy_red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202241913336722630.post-4768316002796246525</id><published>2007-03-06T08:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T15:52:06.529-08:00</updated><title type='text'>32 Months and 8 Days</title><content type='html'>Today is a beautiful day in March. The weather is a perfect, a crisp morning and it will be warm in the afternoon. We have been taking advantage of the extra daylight hours in the evening and venturing outside to talk with our neighbors. Last week you and I were out talking to Mr. Justin and Gus; when you saw your Dad turn down the street you yelled “Look Mr. Justin there is my Dad”. It was the sweetest thing. I put you down (you are afraid of Gus) and you ran up the driveway to meet your Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we went out to ride your tricycle after you nap and we walked down to Jordan’s house and you had your first “play date”. Jordan is 6 and it was fun watching you two interact. All of her toys are pink and she has lots of dolls and you didn’t care. To you...it was cool just playing with new toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week all of us neighbors were out talking in the evening and you helped Mr. Paul move his dirt with a shovel, right after you were playing in it. Mr. Paul asked if you like to fish and you said no so he offered for you and dad to come fish with him. Now when we talk about Mr. Paul you ask about fishing. I think you would love to fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went away a couple of weeks ago to Florida visiting the Space Shuttle for work. It was the first time I have been away from home in a couple of years and I was worried you and Dad were going to have a difficult time. Again…you proved what a wonderful child you are and everything went great. I called you at school everyday to check on you and spoke with you again at night before you went to bed. I think you were more excited about the prospect of getting a present than worried about me being gone. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your behavior is improving and your dad and I are so proud of you. We even got awarded parents of the month at your school! WE ROCK. You are working so hard and your teachers and your parents can tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night when dad was putting on your show you told him you were “pointed” in him. I almost fell over laughing so hard. You meant you were disappointed in him, this is what mommy and daddy tell you when you get sent to the office at school. Oh man…nothing gets by you. You are so smart.  It seems you are struggling with when you choose to use that knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dad and I are having our own struggle with removing your crib rail to convert your bed to a toddler bed. Like I’ve always said... you are a most excellent sleeper, you even crawl in your bed in the evening and out in the morning... once you are in …you are in. We’re just afraid you will know you have a bit more freedom and it scares us. We just need to suck it up. I am thinking Saturday morning the rail comes off and you are that much closer to independence. Excuse me while I wipe my tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eating habits are better but still no veggies. Dad found an excellent solution V8 Mango Juice or something like that. It gives you your entire serving of fruits and veggies in a tasty juice. That works for us…until you decide you will eat any veggie that is not corn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your most watched movie this last couple of days is NEMO. Saturday it was the Incredibles and Cars. You hate to wear pants that are too big. The one time you did you were scarred. Now you think all your jeans are too big. We have to tell you to try them on and we will take them off if they are too big. They never are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are brushing your teeth like a champ…spitting and everything. So…big…so big. At night you like to hide in Daddy’s office with him and I always have to ask Dad if he has seen you. Then I go around the house looking for you. When I come back I hear a faint meow in the corner…it’s you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You read “Papa, Please Get Me the Moon” to me the other night, almost verbatim. There is something about a two year old that includes “indeed” when they are speaking. Of course you are not reading you have heard the story so many times you know it by heart. Or are you? Daddy told you a Magic Ladybug story when I was gone and you ask me to tell you that story and I tell you I don’t know it. Then you tell me the story. LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That about covers it for the last month, your dad and I love you very much and we really understand how hard you are working to be good at school, we are very proud and we thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202241913336722630-4768316002796246525?l=bugamug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/feeds/4768316002796246525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202241913336722630&amp;postID=4768316002796246525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/4768316002796246525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/4768316002796246525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/2007/03/32-months-and-8-days.html' title='32 Months and 8 Days'/><author><name>RedDaisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628156542453438905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMimiA0DdhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJvMJrJM0Q/S220/daisy_red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202241913336722630.post-3863777755226601616</id><published>2007-02-16T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T12:58:01.941-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenthood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy Holiday - 2007 (Valentine's Day)</title><content type='html'>Happy Valentine's Day sweetie!  V-Day was a good day.  I went to visit you at your Valentine's party.  When I arrived you were sitting very nicely carefully eating a bite sized cup cake.  Your plate was filled high with big ol' cup cakes, cookies and cheese.  Yes...cheese.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your first thing out of your mouth was that you were good today and did not go to the office or time out.  I was smiling ear to ear!  I am so proud of you.  I told you and hugged you.  You finished your cup cake and cheese and you were ready to go.  Of course you were enticed by the valentine cards waiting for you from your classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home early and you wanted to watch the Incredibles.  Mom had to do some "Valentine's" prep and you were very content watching your movie.  You called your dad and told him the good news about the office.  He was very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When dad got home you opened your cards and your presents.  You received more "Cars" cars, a balloon and a book about the airport.  Dad did good.  We're going to try to go to San Diego in May so Dad is prepping you early. When myself and your dad would say Happy Valentine's day you would come back with Happy Holiday.  Too cute. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner you watched one more show and then it was bath and bed.  It was a very nice day...and you were great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202241913336722630-3863777755226601616?l=bugamug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/feeds/3863777755226601616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202241913336722630&amp;postID=3863777755226601616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/3863777755226601616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/3863777755226601616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-holiday-2007.html' title='Happy Holiday - 2007 (Valentine&apos;s Day)'/><author><name>RedDaisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628156542453438905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMimiA0DdhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJvMJrJM0Q/S220/daisy_red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202241913336722630.post-8007528555707000099</id><published>2007-02-13T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T12:57:09.728-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenthood'/><title type='text'>Fun Family Weekend</title><content type='html'>This past weekend we had a family weekend.  And you absolutely loved it.  On Saturday we took you to the Woodlands Children's Museum and you had a ball playing with the sand, looking at fish, writing on the chalkboard of the school room and playing in the tar pits with the dinosaurs.  Mom and Dad really enjoyed it as well.  There was so much to see and do that we couldn't finish everything so I am sure we will be going back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, Dad suggested to go ride go-karts, which we hadn't done before.  Oh My Gosh...you so loved it!  You went out with your dad first and every time you guys came around the corner you had a big o smile on your face...ear to ear.   Then it was mom's turned and dad went and got the camera and he got some stellar shots of you thoroughly enjoying your first go-kart experience.  By the time you were riding with me you would be my spotter and tell me when other karts were coming up from behind..."Go faster mom".  One for the memory bank!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/RdIi5lTfhAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ybyAkokTbPs/s1600-h/DSC_0062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/RdIi5lTfhAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ybyAkokTbPs/s320/DSC_0062.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031122106388022274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are planning a trip to San Diego in May.  We have started talking with you about riding on a plane.  You are very excited.  We still need to work on your behavior at school.  Trips to the office are coming to frequent.  Listening ears...Your dad and I are trying hard to remind you to go talk to your teacher if you are frustrated.  Keep trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202241913336722630-8007528555707000099?l=bugamug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/feeds/8007528555707000099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202241913336722630&amp;postID=8007528555707000099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/8007528555707000099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/8007528555707000099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/2007/02/fun-family-weekend.html' title='Fun Family Weekend'/><author><name>RedDaisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628156542453438905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMimiA0DdhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJvMJrJM0Q/S220/daisy_red.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/RdIi5lTfhAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ybyAkokTbPs/s72-c/DSC_0062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202241913336722630.post-912715004951735388</id><published>2007-02-02T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T12:56:31.402-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenthood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Newsletter'/><title type='text'>31 months and 7 days</title><content type='html'>You turned 31 months a few days ago...all I can say is I'm trying.  You are changing weekly it seems.  Growing older and wiser by the day.  Your dad and I continuously ask you if you grew up today.  You give us a look like "mom..dad, put down the jagermister."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your eating habits still do not include any vegetable that does not start or end with corn.  You eat more pancakes for breakfast than I do.  Your Dad bought the fam a quesadilla maker and you LOVE those.  Mickey D's is still your favorite weekend lunch and frozen spaghetti and chicken on the bone come in a close second and third.  Your dad and I have been able to insert "Dora" yogurt as a dessert and always top that off with a chocolate coin.  "Can I have a coin?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The potty training front is improving.  You do not like to use the potty at school because you are afraid you will fall in.  I saw those potties and I can totally relate.  You are doing well with training at home.  You always go before your bath because Mom has burned in your brain that pottying in the bathtub is gross.  Especially with the amount of bathwater you consume each night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few weeks we have had to work with you regarding your behavior at school and at home.  Your dad got a call from the school and you had to talk with him and tell him why you were in the office.  You did not like that.  We took away your shows and you were not allowed to watch TV.  The following Monday you were sent to the office again and no shows or TV.  By Tuesday you got it and we haven't had a return trip since.  We had a conference with your teacher, Ms. Viviana yesterday and she told us how much she enjoys you in her class.  You are so smart but you are having a hard time with structure.  Mom and Dad are working on that with you and we can already see a difference in a just a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in the past week you decided to call us Mom and Dad.  "Hey mom?...Mom"  thanks "Dad".  It cracks your dad and I up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite TV shows are Dora, Diego, The Wiggles and Handy Manny.  Your favorite movie this week is Antbully.  I hear you quoting lines in the bath every now and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have started role playing much more openly.  I could hear you talking in the bath when you thought I wasn't listening but now you are doing more physical role playing.  You like to pretend you are a dog or a baby at night and you go and hide from me in your dad's office.  When I ask your dad where you are I can hear you giggle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have learned to crawl in and out of your bed but thankfully you have not put two and two together and figured out you can do this when mom and dad are not there.  I think this is because you are a most excellent sleeper and when you are in your bed you are sleeping and not contemplating your escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are very well mannered and polite.  Always saying yes, please and thank you.  You execuse yourself from the table and put your dishes in the sink.  Your dad and I watch with pride and amazement at how fast you are growing into a young man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I went to visit Great Granny and Papa Boley last weekend.  We had chicken on the bone for dinner.  You weren't very hungry because Granny kept giving you "treats".  That's okay...it's Granny's job.  I love how very affectionate you are with them, including "that other boy", Uncle Donald.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy was sick last weekend and you and I spent a lot of time together.  We made a magic ball out of crystals, we built forts with Lincoln Logs and you crashed them with your truck.  We also played video games on your Vcast.  Well...mom did most of the playing, you watched.  You were so cooperative.  Like you knew things were off and it was very important to help mom and be on your best behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your and Dad and I are so proud of you and how hard you have worked on your behavior at home and school.   I am so happy to be your mom and I love you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202241913336722630-912715004951735388?l=bugamug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/feeds/912715004951735388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202241913336722630&amp;postID=912715004951735388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/912715004951735388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/912715004951735388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/2007/02/31-months-and-7-days.html' title='31 months and 7 days'/><author><name>RedDaisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628156542453438905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMimiA0DdhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJvMJrJM0Q/S220/daisy_red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202241913336722630.post-6137676316669423486</id><published>2007-01-18T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T12:55:34.326-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tagged'/><title type='text'>6 Weird Things About Me</title><content type='html'>Thanks Jodie! Since you used half of the things I would have posted I'm going to have to get creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rules: Each player of this game starts with the six (6) weird things about you. People who get tagged need to write a blog post of their own six (6) weird things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose six (6) people to be tagged and list their names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I absolutely must take a shower at night before I go to bed. It doesn't not matter if I have had three showers earlier in the day or that I have not left the house all day. I do not sleep well unless I have had my shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Although food touching is at the top of my weirdness list I also eat one food at a time.  None of this mixing and matching.  Eat all of the taco, move on to the enchilada and finish will a little bit of beans and rice and I may elect to eat chips along with my beans and rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I hate feet.  Yours...mine and ours.  Feet disgust me.  That's all I'm going to say about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I cannot sleep if I do not have the fan on.  I don't care if it is 20 degrees outside the fan must be on.  I may concede and turn it down to medium during cold weather.  If I am in a hotel I turn the A/C down as low as possible...I have to have air circulating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  All doors visible in the bedroom must remain close.  Hello...panick room and the guy standing in the door way when she was sleeping.  Hell no!  Bedroom door, bathroom door, closet door...all closed at night for safe sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Man I thought I was the only one that was freaked out if the toilet paper was upside down.  I am a big proponent of making sure the toilet paper dispenses from the top.  I hate spinning and spinning and spinning looking for the start of the roll and it remains upside down.  I will also fix toilet paper, even in a strangers house if it is upside down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag &lt;a href="http://ska-t-boy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Scott&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://chroniclesofreddaisy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sandy&lt;/a&gt; (my other blog) and &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/jallen_20  "&gt;Jen&lt;/a&gt;.  I am still developing a blog circle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202241913336722630-6137676316669423486?l=bugamug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/feeds/6137676316669423486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202241913336722630&amp;postID=6137676316669423486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/6137676316669423486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/6137676316669423486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/2007/01/6-weird-things-about-me.html' title='6 Weird Things About Me'/><author><name>RedDaisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628156542453438905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMimiA0DdhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJvMJrJM0Q/S220/daisy_red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202241913336722630.post-5667222062669569282</id><published>2007-01-18T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T12:54:05.640-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenthood'/><title type='text'>Your first SNOW (ICE) day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday school was cancelled due to the ice storm that rolled through town on Tuesday night. You do not yet fully understand the significance of a snow day in Texas. Although it did not technically snow Houstonians are not used to driving around on ice and do it very poorly. So we had a mommy and me day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got you up around 9:30 due to the most excellent sleeper that you have become and I will forever thank you for that. You helped me make pancakes and we pigged out during an episode of Dora. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Dora we moved on to Over the Hedge, anything but The Incredibles or Cars...I can recite every line. I really enjoyed snuggling with you on the couch and protecting you from the bear. After two back to back showings of Over the Hedge you had lunch and went down for a nap until 4:30, that's my boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I won't win any "mother of the year" awards for filling your day with TV but you seemed to enjoy it and I enjoyed "enjoying" it with you. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When daddy got home we broke out the Quesadilla maker and made you a chicken and cheese quesadilla. You absolutely loved them. You ate more than I did. From now on we will forever have a quesadilla night once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed spending time with you yesterday and perhaps in about 5 more years we may have another Snow day to enjoy together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202241913336722630-5667222062669569282?l=bugamug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/feeds/5667222062669569282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202241913336722630&amp;postID=5667222062669569282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/5667222062669569282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/5667222062669569282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/2007/01/your-first-snow-ice-day.html' title='Your first SNOW (ICE) day'/><author><name>RedDaisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628156542453438905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMimiA0DdhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJvMJrJM0Q/S220/daisy_red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202241913336722630.post-878777697404906764</id><published>2007-01-08T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T12:52:48.711-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenthood'/><title type='text'>No More Fish</title><content type='html'>This weekend was a sick weekend for you. On Saturday morning when I went to get you up around 9:30 there was a pungent smell of vomit and poo in the air. Sometime during the night you became sick and you didn't even call for your dad or me to help you. Saturday morning we got you up and you didn't want a bath but your Dad calmed you down and you and I layed on the couch together watching Cars and The Incredibles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thought it may have been the Mahi Mahi with Chipotle sauce you bummed from your Dad on Friday that upset your stomach but on Sunday morning when we were eating Taco's you had another explosion. So we think it was a bug going around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are such a good boy and so loving when you are not feeling good. You and I again watch more Cars and Incredibles. By the end of last night you were actually quoting from the movies during your bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Dad and I went out to dinner on Saturday night to celebrate our anniversary so we put you to bed early. You did not want any part of that. I'm getting ready and I hear..."Mommy...Mommy...where are you?" "Mommy...Mommy...good night." "Mommy..." A promise of CostCo and a bike ride forty-five minutes later finally quited you down. You know...you always know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are feeling much better thankfully and went to school this morning.  Looks like we made it through unscathed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202241913336722630-878777697404906764?l=bugamug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/feeds/878777697404906764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202241913336722630&amp;postID=878777697404906764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/878777697404906764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/878777697404906764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/2007/01/no-more-fish.html' title='No More Fish'/><author><name>RedDaisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628156542453438905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMimiA0DdhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJvMJrJM0Q/S220/daisy_red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202241913336722630.post-3237051052450234375</id><published>2007-01-03T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T12:51:25.235-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenthood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>"I'll be your best friend"</title><content type='html'>Yes...at 2 1/2 you have officially mastered the art of bribery.  You were in the tub the other night and wanted me to "fetch" your cars that were downstairs.  I told you I was fixin to bathe you and we would get your cars tomorrow.  With a smile on your face and your head cocked to the side and your puppy dog brown eyes you said "I'll be your best friend!"  What!  Where it the world did you hear that and how do you know the context in which to use that remark?  Son...you continue to amaze me everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was great.  This was the first year you were truly excited and understood all that was going on.  You made quite the hall.  Here is a brief list, there was sooo much:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two dinosaurs - rah&lt;br /&gt;"Cars" Cars: Chick Hicks, Mater, Doc Hudson, Red, Sheriff&lt;br /&gt;A wooden tractor trailer truck with "Seth Allen" on the side - Nana and Papa&lt;br /&gt;Ornaments - Nana and Papa&lt;br /&gt;Gasoline Truck with Helicopter - The Hess'&lt;br /&gt;VCast Video Game - Mema&lt;br /&gt;Tractor from the "Cars" - Aunt Sue and Uncle Roger&lt;br /&gt;Police Car - Granny&lt;br /&gt;Big Truck - Uncle Donald&lt;br /&gt;Tank - Aunt Denise and Uncle Gene&lt;br /&gt;$50 gift card - Grandma and Grandpa&lt;br /&gt;Gumby and Pokey&lt;br /&gt;Fort&lt;br /&gt;Lincoln Logs&lt;br /&gt;Bath water coloring&lt;br /&gt;Bath paints (do not recommend)&lt;br /&gt;Shoes&lt;br /&gt;Clothes&lt;br /&gt;"Cars" Bedding&lt;br /&gt;"Cars" Blanket - The Dugan's&lt;br /&gt;"Cars" Shirt - The Dugan's&lt;br /&gt;Aquadoodle - The Reeves'&lt;br /&gt;Horns - Eric Reeves&lt;br /&gt;"Cars" Tricycle&lt;br /&gt;Books&lt;br /&gt;Safari animals&lt;br /&gt;Hungry Hungry Hippos&lt;br /&gt;and...and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is most of it...lessons learned...scale back for next year.  It took us two days to open all of the gifts.  You will be fine sweetie...you won't even notice.  We had ham for dinner, by the way, you LOVE ham.  And for dessert you asked for a brownie and I told you we didn't have any brownies and you preceded to say "we have cookies though".  Boy...you proving to be someone your Dad and I are going to have to stay one step ahead of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You went to Jump Town with Taylor on Friday and you had a great time.  Jump town is an indoor facililty that has several different types of air jumpers.  You climbed, slid, bounced and showed off to your hearts content.  We grabbed lunch at Johnny Carino's and he wanted no part of settling down to eat, you were too ramped up from the 1.5 of jumping so mommy and you had to make a quick departure.  By the time I read your story you were OUT.  It was a fun day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the weekend was low key, you helped me take some of the Christmas lights down and rode your tricycle.  You also helped take our donations to Goodwill.  You are starting to asert your authority and Dad and I are prepping for the challenge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we went to visit Granny and Great Papa.  They were very much looking forward to your visit.  You played with Papa and he showed you his toys and you showed him yours.  We are going to make an effort to see them once a month in the upcoming year.  It was great to see the love and joy on their faces with having a little one around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year little one. It's going to be a great year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202241913336722630-3237051052450234375?l=bugamug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/feeds/3237051052450234375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202241913336722630&amp;postID=3237051052450234375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/3237051052450234375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/3237051052450234375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/2007/01/ill-be-your-best-friend.html' title='&quot;I&apos;ll be your best friend&quot;'/><author><name>RedDaisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628156542453438905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMimiA0DdhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJvMJrJM0Q/S220/daisy_red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202241913336722630.post-1390953595234202163</id><published>2006-12-18T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T12:50:58.856-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenthood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Visit with Santa</title><content type='html'>It has been a while and I apologize. Mommy has been very busy with work and visits with Santa regarding your presents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had your first "official" visit with Santa on the 9th. Our community had a "Winter Wonderland" and Santa stopped by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were standing in line Dad asked you what you wanted and you said Cars, you love cars! We asked you what else you wanted and you said you didn't know. Mommy tried to help you out by asking you if you wanted world peace and you just looked at me funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued to prep you with your list for Santa.  Just before the big moment we asked what you wanted and you said "Cars but not World peace". Your dad and I almost fell on the floor laughing. It was hilarious. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was your time to shine, the moment arrived and as you walked up to Santa you were a bit intimidated. I can see why. An over weight, bearded guy with a red suit and boots. Did he realize it was 80 degrees outside? Anyway, you stood beside him with your figures in your mouth, clearly messmermized by the magnitude of the event of actually meeting Santa.  Daddy took a few pictures to document the event and we were on our way to the balloon animals. You never quite got to tell Santa what you wanted for Christmas but he knows...he always knows. Plus...Mom and Dad got some extra "Santa" time and we told him a few things that we thought you might like as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way home we went and looked at lights. I think you were still reeling with your visit from Santa and we promptly called it a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more week...it is so amazing to see the excitement and awe through your eyes. You ask Daddy to tell you the story of the cardinal and Grandma Helen. Every time a new present appears under the tree you squeal with excitement. We can't wait to share Christmas morning with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202241913336722630-1390953595234202163?l=bugamug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/feeds/1390953595234202163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202241913336722630&amp;postID=1390953595234202163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/1390953595234202163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/1390953595234202163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/2006/12/visit-with-santa.html' title='Visit with Santa'/><author><name>RedDaisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628156542453438905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMimiA0DdhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJvMJrJM0Q/S220/daisy_red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202241913336722630.post-2238191058878759944</id><published>2006-11-22T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T12:49:29.499-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenthood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Nana and Papa are here!</title><content type='html'>Nana and Papa from California came to visit us for Thanksgiving.  When I got home yesterday you were playing with them in your game room and were smiling from ear to ear.  We have video chats with them every now and again and you love when "Geoffrey" the girafe stops by for a chat.  You also hear Papa on the answering machine leaving messages on the weekend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I dropped you off and were not happy at all.  I hate to leave you when you are so upset.  You usually get this way when I drop you off for the first time in a long while, Daddy normally takes you in the morning.  I know you wanted to stay home and play with Daddy and Nana and Papa.  I told you they would pick you up early but that didn't console you. We will watch Cars on Sunday and that is all you can talk about and I know you will enjoy Thanksgiving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202241913336722630-2238191058878759944?l=bugamug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/feeds/2238191058878759944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202241913336722630&amp;postID=2238191058878759944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/2238191058878759944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/2238191058878759944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/2006/11/nana-and-papa-are-here.html' title='Nana and Papa are here!'/><author><name>RedDaisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628156542453438905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMimiA0DdhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJvMJrJM0Q/S220/daisy_red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202241913336722630.post-7232463355437472293</id><published>2006-11-20T08:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T12:48:44.393-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenthood'/><title type='text'>"We're all Tooting"</title><content type='html'>Yes...out of the mouth of babes!  You...my dear are quite an extradorinary little boy (yes...I'm biased...but I'm am your mother).  You and your dear Dad were sitting at the table having dinner and I came in from the other room and you proceeded to explain..."We're all tooting".  Your dad and I laughed and laughed and we're still laughing about it.  Boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had quite a busy weekend.  We ran errands mostly on Saturday.  You went with me to the grocery where you got a spiderman lunch box and a watch because Mom bought 3 Kraft products.  You absolutely had to put the watch on like Mommy.  After your nap we went to the antique store where you and Daddy went up and down the aisle "looking but not touching" (yeah right).  You did great for a 2.5 year old.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was ALOT more eventful, Daddy FINALLY put together your sandboat which had mainatined a permanent place in the living room since June 26th (your birthday).  When you got up on Sunday the first thing you asked was "where is my fort?".  You helped Daddy for a bit but after the "spitting" incident he sent you inside with me.  After your nap, as promised, Daddy filled your boat with sand and you played in your boat for awhile before we went to watch our Sunday matinee "Monsters Inc".  The movie scared you a bit at first but Mommy and Daddy explained that it was just pretend and they were nice, silly monsters.  You didn't move from you seat and except for showing Daddy the goober you put in your nose once or twice it was a great time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nana and Papa come in tomorrow.  We will be watching Cars with them on Sunday.  We can't wait to watch you watch that movie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202241913336722630-7232463355437472293?l=bugamug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/feeds/7232463355437472293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202241913336722630&amp;postID=7232463355437472293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/7232463355437472293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/7232463355437472293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/2006/11/were-all-tooting.html' title='&quot;We&apos;re all Tooting&quot;'/><author><name>RedDaisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628156542453438905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMimiA0DdhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJvMJrJM0Q/S220/daisy_red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202241913336722630.post-9144941453461219507</id><published>2006-11-16T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T12:45:27.224-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenthood'/><title type='text'>Sausage Monster</title><content type='html'>You stole my sausage this morning!  LOL!!!  My breakfast is 2 soy sausages and an engligh muffin and this morning while I was waiting for my muffins you stole one of my sausages. Then you went back for more.  Stinker!  I called you the sausage monster and you wanted to know where it was.  I told you it was you and you laughed.  You and your dad started a new ritual in the mornings, he lets you drive down the driveway on your way to school.  I got to witness it this morning.  It was sweet, you were sitting in your Dad's lap with a big o' smile on your face turning the windshield wipers on and off.  These are the experiences that I hope you are able to remember as an adult that allow you to remember how much you are loved.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catching up...you poo pooed in your potty last week.  YAY!! It was during your bath and you got out and sat on your potty.  You were very calm about the situation and I am sooo proud of you.  You asked to pee pee in the big potty the other day but I think we will stick with your potty and become more diligent about the potty on a more regular basis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're getting ready for Nana and PaPa to come for Thanksgiving and we're having Great Granny Grunt, Aunt Jen and my family over as well.  It should make for a homey holiday I hope everyone is on their best behavior!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1202241913336722630-9144941453461219507?l=bugamug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/feeds/9144941453461219507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1202241913336722630&amp;postID=9144941453461219507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/9144941453461219507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1202241913336722630/posts/default/9144941453461219507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bugamug.blogspot.com/2006/11/sausage-monster.html' title='Sausage Monster'/><author><name>RedDaisy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02628156542453438905</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6D1lUPM9UVk/SMimiA0DdhI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YJJvMJrJM0Q/S220/daisy_red.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1202241913336722630.post-3171473612254206968</id><published>2006-11-09T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T12:44:11.880-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenthood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Newsletter'/><title type='text'>28 Months and 19 Days</title><content type='html'>Several mothers across the land chronicle their child's life starting at conception. I've been the mom that says...wow...they have too much time on their hands. As I go back read the experiences of pregnancy and late nights with various people I can't help but wish I had done the same. So...today it starts. Although I won't remember your first word or when you took your first step you will have many more firsts and starting today you will read about them. This blog is for you son. You are 28 months and 19 days today and "this is your life." (starting today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You continue to amaze your father and me with your development, demeanor and overall self control. I call you an "old soul". You have a gentle nature and pensive disposition. You do not do anything before you have studied your surroundings and others that are participating in an activity. Once you are comfortable and understand the activity there is no shortage of excitement and fun that is reflected in your expressions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that you enjoy: NEMO, sand, feeding the ducks, McDonald's - nuggets and fries, helping Mom in the kitchen (we've made cupcakes and brownies together), playing "Spot the trashcans" and listening to SKA music in the morning with Daddy, Sunday afternoon matinees, making popcorn with Daddy and putting Goobers in your popcorn. You love cars, trucks, excavators, dump trucks and monster trucks. Sometimes when we get home we wait for the trucks to pass and they honk at you. Handy Manny and the Upside Down Show are your favorite shows. I think Dora and Wonder Pets are a close second. You know Toy Story and Lion King by heart. Mommy reads the Lion King book to you at night and every now and then you spout off "your future king is my son". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that you dislike: Timeout, getting woken up from your nap early, mean boys, going anywhere when you have been woken up from your nap early and thunder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food that you like: Burritos, Spaghetti, Chicken nuggets and fries, breakfast tacos, pancakes, eggs, sausage, corn and corn on the cob, broccoli, cheese turkey burgers, baked beans, corn dogs without the outside batter and anything that you can dip in sauce. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food that you dislike: ALL veggies (except corn). The weird veggies that Daddy likes (most people don't like those veggies either). Sushi and avocado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not a big junk food eater, you love the occasional brownie that you get from the spaghetti dinner and every now and again you'll have candy from your Halloween stash. You LOVE chocolate. Who makes the chocolate? "Daddy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night you told me that you "Can't see because of what you are doing." Pretty articulate for a 28 month old. You tell me when you are cold and when you don't feel good. You are very good about using your words. You have a memory that is incredible. You demonstrate daily what a sponge you are and nothing gets by you. You in early pre-school II at school and in a couple of weeks you are transitioning to preschool. Pre-Kindergarten is next then Kindergarten and then you will be driving. &lt;sniff, sniff&gt; Your best friend at school is Kolby and you participate in gymnastics and music classes which you really seem to enjoy. Taylor is your other friend outside of school and you and he are best pals when you aren't trying to drop things on his head when you are upstairs and he is downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our routine at night starts with a bath, then jammie time dance (Stop...Jammie Time) and brush your teeth. We then say goodnight to NEMO and Daddy and I read and we say your prayers. When we are "relaxing" just before I tuck you in you hug me real tight and tell me "I love you so much." When I tuck you in you ask me to leave the bathroom light on. You are a great sleeper (you can thank your mom for that one...and your mom and dad thank you as well). Usually on the weekends you don't get up until we get you up around 9:30 and that is only because you need a nap sometime in the early afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, you seem like a very happy boy. You know how to use "that's punk rock" and "it's all jacked up" in a sentence. You can identify the lunar module and Mommy is teaching you about the Neutral Buoyancy Lab and that the NASA KC-135 is known as the vomit comment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was rough going to bed. Your back molars are coming in and that seems to be messing with your system. You had diaper rash yesterday because of your bowel movement and didn't want to take a bath. You wanted your Daddy when we went to sleep but I think you were just overly tired and not feeling well. I rocked you for about 30 minutes and you went to bed fine. When Daddy and I came in and got you this morning you were perfect and in a good mood. Perhaps it was because it was "spot the trashcan" day with Daddy. When I left this morning you and Daddy were walking down our street to go check out the excavators. 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