<?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-314419630745025961</id><updated>2012-01-24T13:24:43.668-08:00</updated><category term='Toddler Time'/><title type='text'>Tu mari jan chay</title><subtitle type='html'>a discovery of life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>153</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-2691831704067795250</id><published>2012-01-10T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T17:48:25.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sprouting Wings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fP7U8xE6u6U/Twzkg72dXlI/AAAAAAAABBQ/FNNkK-UDZgc/s1600/DSC_0052.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fP7U8xE6u6U/Twzkg72dXlI/AAAAAAAABBQ/FNNkK-UDZgc/s320/DSC_0052.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1173279386MsoNormal"&gt;Is my baby girl really 2 months away  from being 2 years old!? I now understand how hard it will be to let  your child go… with each day I feel I am already having to let go, if only  a little. Every time Mikayla says “Mimi do it” a  bit of independence shines its way through the baby and brings her that much closer to leaving the nest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1173279386MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1173279386MsoNormal"&gt;Ok I am sounding a bit melodramatic… it’s not like she will be going to College tomorrow… so I am going to remain in the NOW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1173279386MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1173279386MsoNormal"&gt;Mikayla’s language skills have been  exploding. About a month ago she said her first sentence “Dada do it”  &amp;nbsp;which I missed since I was at work, but oh well. It was cute hearing  the story from Dhrumil who was an extremely proud papa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1173279386MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1173279386MsoNormal"&gt;At the present, though still sounding a  bit like Yoda, she has started to say other short sentences. She is  also becoming a pro at mimicking words we say (making me double think  words such as “crap”) and pointing at an item, proudly saying  its name, then looking at us with a huge smile knowing how intelligent  she is, but waiting for us to confirm this fact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E5qVoSmuXw8/TwzkeI2FksI/AAAAAAAABBI/hzAS4yasKQ8/s1600/DSC_0047.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E5qVoSmuXw8/TwzkeI2FksI/AAAAAAAABBI/hzAS4yasKQ8/s320/DSC_0047.jpg" width="233" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her "CHEESE" face&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1173279386MsoNormal"&gt;The one word which Mikayla is having  trouble with, or should I say has chosen not to say, is her name. I  can’t even remember when, but a while ago she started calling herself  Mimi. We are not sure where this came from except when listening  to Veggies Tales one day she started saying “ME” and I guess it just  turned into Mimi. Anyways this is how our conversation goes…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1173279386MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t0A8zjaaJms/TwzkdPE157I/AAAAAAAABBA/ccQAb_vrplg/s1600/DSC_0046.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t0A8zjaaJms/TwzkdPE157I/AAAAAAAABBA/ccQAb_vrplg/s320/DSC_0046.jpg" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1173279386MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EB – Point to myself “mommy”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1173279386MsoNormal"&gt;M – “Mommy”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1173279386MsoNormal"&gt;EB – Pointing to Mikayla “Mi”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1173279386MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="NO-BOK"&gt;M – “Mi”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1173279386MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="NO-BOK"&gt;EB - “Kay”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1173279386MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="NO-BOK"&gt;M – “Kay”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1173279386MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="NO-BOK"&gt;EB – “La”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1173279386MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="NO-BOK"&gt;M – “Mimi!!!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1173279386MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="NO-BOK"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1173279386MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1173279386MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1173279386MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how long that will last? Well  we now refer to her as Mimi. Oh one thing… is it just Mikayla or do all  toddlers refer to themselves in the 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; person? In our house this  snowballs into Dhrumil and I referring to ourselves, each  other and Mikayla in the third person. I have been trying to catch  myself lately, but it’s hard not to get caught up in the play of “Mommy  is going to make Mimi food and then Mimi is going to eat the food” which  Mikayla would then reply “Mimi food eat!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1173279386MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1173279386MsoNormal"&gt;Mikayla’s loves at the moment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4p1_hulPyc/TwzkcH5hOnI/AAAAAAAABA4/sQOvv13NWNM/s1600/DSC_0039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4p1_hulPyc/TwzkcH5hOnI/AAAAAAAABA4/sQOvv13NWNM/s320/DSC_0039.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1173279386MsoListParagraph"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Butterfly kisses given by mommy, and&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; giving them in return&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1173279386MsoListParagraph"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Reading! Still!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1173279386MsoListParagraph"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Playing with her kitchen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1173279386MsoListParagraph"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Yogurt! Still!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1173279386MsoListParagraph"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Swinging &amp;nbsp;and sliding at the park (last weekend we spent 20 minutes at the swing!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1173279386MsoListParagraph"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Trains&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1173279386MsoListParagraph"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Christmas lights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1173279386MsoListParagraph"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Her Pop Pop and Gee Gee &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1173279386MsoListParagraph" id="yui_3_2_0_1_132624447116492"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Running and tumbling with Daddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1173279386MsoListParagraph"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Stickers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1173279386MsoListParagraph"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Blocks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1173279386MsoListParagraph"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Her stuffed animals (they rotate favor with her)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1173279386MsoListParagraph"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Playing QUEEN, we drape a blanket on her shoulders and she  walks around&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1173279386MsoListParagraph"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; triumphantly while we bow and make trumpet noises to  announce her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1173279386MsoListParagraph"&gt;-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Dancing! Still!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1173279386MsoListParagraph"&gt;- &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Saying her numbers (usually only in order up to 5 :), letters and colors &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1173279386MsoListParagraph"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1173279386MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1173279386MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The life of a mother of an almost 2 year old? Challenging yet rewarding, exhausting yet rejuvenating, filled with love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CwJMn-bJXBE/Twzm5Nd76bI/AAAAAAAABBY/sDe0Fn96v0M/s1600/DSC_0017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CwJMn-bJXBE/Twzm5Nd76bI/AAAAAAAABBY/sDe0Fn96v0M/s320/DSC_0017.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1173279386MsoNormal"&gt;Every time I see Mikaya’s precious face, I cannot but marvel at the beautiful little person I helped create. Mikayla is sprouting wings and as tough as it may be for me to let go, I pray I can fully equip her to be ready to fly one day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rRrpKC5pCKI/TwzpX04WrLI/AAAAAAAABBo/2f4fiejHYyQ/s1600/DSC_0068.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rRrpKC5pCKI/TwzpX04WrLI/AAAAAAAABBo/2f4fiejHYyQ/s400/DSC_0068.jpg" width="223" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Playing Horsey&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-2691831704067795250?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/2691831704067795250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=2691831704067795250' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/2691831704067795250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/2691831704067795250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2012/01/sprouting-wings.html' title='Sprouting Wings'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fP7U8xE6u6U/Twzkg72dXlI/AAAAAAAABBQ/FNNkK-UDZgc/s72-c/DSC_0052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-5053373400678051452</id><published>2012-01-10T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T12:29:48.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He did it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2537HnFlTkc/TwyejlyUEGI/AAAAAAAABAA/dN6i1ZBV93w/s1600/DSC_0061.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2537HnFlTkc/TwyejlyUEGI/AAAAAAAABAA/dN6i1ZBV93w/s320/DSC_0061.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hooray!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1568051647MsoNormal"&gt;I have yet to document a very  important event that happened in our family. I think it was because it  happened in the middle of the Christmas rush. Well now I am taking the  time…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1568051647MsoNormal"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1568051647MsoNormal"&gt;DHRUMIL GRADUTED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1568051647MsoNormal"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1568051647MsoNormal" id="yui_3_2_0_1_1326148998996414"&gt;Yes! It is true!! No more papers, tests, homework or nights and days away… Dhrumil now has his MBA and I couldn’t be prouder!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1568051647MsoNormal" id="yui_3_2_0_1_1326148998996414"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1568051647MsoNormal" id="yui_3_2_0_1_1326148998996414"&gt;It is hard to believe that he began  this journey BEFORE we were married. Throughout school Dhrumil had to  juggle a new marriage, moving 4 times, becoming a parent, not sleeping  for 15 months and working full time! He did it in an excellent  way and graduated with 1 B short of straight As! What a great example  for Mikayla to see what her dad accomplished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kde1OJbLDE8/TwyewQCrAzI/AAAAAAAABAI/6TAgK0EIFUI/s1600/DSC_0062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kde1OJbLDE8/TwyewQCrAzI/AAAAAAAABAI/6TAgK0EIFUI/s320/DSC_0062.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The sign Mikayla and I made for Dhrumil&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Fj7Jqse9oY/TwyeyNrzqsI/AAAAAAAABAQ/GsYm4VlPniM/s1600/DSC_0063.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Fj7Jqse9oY/TwyeyNrzqsI/AAAAAAAABAQ/GsYm4VlPniM/s320/DSC_0063.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was greeted with Champagne and warm cookies&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1568051647MsoNormal" id="yui_3_2_0_1_1326148998996414"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1568051647MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Fj7Jqse9oY/TwyeyNrzqsI/AAAAAAAABAQ/GsYm4VlPniM/s1600/DSC_0063.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-5053373400678051452?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/5053373400678051452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=5053373400678051452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/5053373400678051452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/5053373400678051452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2012/01/he-did-it.html' title='He did it!'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2537HnFlTkc/TwyejlyUEGI/AAAAAAAABAA/dN6i1ZBV93w/s72-c/DSC_0061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-5191040975109069149</id><published>2012-01-08T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T12:49:07.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Merry Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="yiv917131496MsoNormal"&gt;It is hard to believe Christmas has  come and gone and it is 2012! This year we didn’t have to make the long  trek to Indiana and for the first time since Dhrumil and I have been  married we celebrated Christmas in Connecticut. We both had  almost two weeks off and had a wonderful time being with Mikayla all  day long!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv917131496MsoNormal"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv917131496MsoNormal" id="yui_3_2_0_1_132605390588999"&gt;We  started our vacation off by attending my brother in law’s brother’s  wedding. This Summer we got to know Ted and his new wife Heather on a  family vacation our family took with Clinton’s and Heather’s families.  Attending the wedding was  particularly special to me since Heather borrowed my veil. She looked  beautiful in it and I was happy to have the veil used once again (my  sister also used it).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv917131496MsoNormal" id="yui_3_2_0_1_132605390588999"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CRgWXsPCrKI/Twn7h-qvh6I/AAAAAAAAA9w/TTn1DuiKdIk/s1600/DSCN0932.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CRgWXsPCrKI/Twn7h-qvh6I/AAAAAAAAA9w/TTn1DuiKdIk/s320/DSCN0932.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Happy Couple!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="yiv917131496MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;This was also Mikayla’s first wedding  and she did great. During the ceremony she spent most of the time in the  back of the sanctuary and one memorable moment was when she yelled  “YEA!” after a song was done.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xjigpDj1Pcw/Twn7aLFsbAI/AAAAAAAAA9o/UQNWOUwV3j4/s1600/DSCN0928.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xjigpDj1Pcw/Twn7aLFsbAI/AAAAAAAAA9o/UQNWOUwV3j4/s320/DSCN0928.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mikayla has strawberries all over her face :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TXb0Lw8Ew5Y/Twn8S2JMALI/AAAAAAAAA94/ikSVBnMRP4Y/s1600/DSCN0940.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TXb0Lw8Ew5Y/Twn8S2JMALI/AAAAAAAAA94/ikSVBnMRP4Y/s320/DSCN0940.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was nice to all be together!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="yiv917131496MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We got home Christmas Eve afternoon and  I was starting to develop a cough and wasn’t feeling so hot. Mikayla  had just gotten over an ear infection and was almost over a bad cough.  Mommy always gets the wonderful presents of sickness from  little girl. &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was  determined though that sickness and exhaustion would NOT keep us from  attending our churches Christmas Eve service and we enjoyed singing  Christmas Carols with a squirmy girl and coughing mommy.  On the way home Mikayla entertained us with her “TREE TREE” obsession  with any Christmas lights she saw. That evening Dhrumil and I began to  create Brunch that we were going to serve the next day. We also moved  the play kitchen into position and covered with  a blanket , excited to see Mikayla’s face the next morning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KKMbR_drJaU/Twn8gPFYF_I/AAAAAAAAA-A/ZJFcX0MUJ8Y/s1600/DSC_0082.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KKMbR_drJaU/Twn8gPFYF_I/AAAAAAAAA-A/ZJFcX0MUJ8Y/s320/DSC_0082.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-roeVmiGWzZc/Twn8hbWqPTI/AAAAAAAAA-I/IfGtK59HPxA/s1600/DSC_0058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-roeVmiGWzZc/Twn8hbWqPTI/AAAAAAAAA-I/IfGtK59HPxA/s320/DSC_0058.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Kitchen&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="yiv917131496MsoNormal"&gt;Christmas morning came and we read the  Christmas story from Mikayla’s Bible and she added baby Jesus to the  manager scene. It was a precious moment. Then the kitchen was revealed  and to our delight Mikayla seemed very excited by it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Aa4McG08vDY/Twn9bwr7_lI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/kxr_g1KjpXQ/s1600/DSC_0060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Aa4McG08vDY/Twn9bwr7_lI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/kxr_g1KjpXQ/s320/DSC_0060.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Too excited to look at the camera&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZMpjNZ4l4c/Twn9cv9UJ7I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/2a9cAH7q5Ps/s1600/DSC_0071.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7ZMpjNZ4l4c/Twn9cv9UJ7I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/2a9cAH7q5Ps/s320/DSC_0071.jpg" width="182" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ready to celebrate!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="yiv917131496MsoNormal"&gt;We finished up Brunch prep and headed  over to our friend’s house to set up brunch and await the arrival of my  parents, sister and brother in law. They were all in the city for my  dad’s Christmas morning service. Our friends Nancy and Justin  graciously let us use their house since Clinton is allergic to our dog  and we had a wonderful time there.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv917131496MsoNormal"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv917131496MsoNormal"&gt;Brunch came out perfectly with rave  reviews and Dhrumil and I were proud of it especially since we had been  planning the menu for weeks. The menu was:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv917131496MsoNormal"&gt;Honey Glazed Ham&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv917131496MsoNormal"&gt;Oven roasted potatoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv917131496MsoNormal"&gt;Vegetable egg casserole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv917131496MsoNormal"&gt;Blueberry almond French toast casserole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv917131496MsoNormal"&gt;Fruit Salad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv917131496MsoNormal"&gt;Gingerbread muffins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv917131496MsoNormal"&gt;Banana chocolate chip bread&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv917131496MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sQPgDEpCdIc/Twn9v-TOAEI/AAAAAAAAA-o/kpYNyfzSaUs/s1600/brunch" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sQPgDEpCdIc/Twn9v-TOAEI/AAAAAAAAA-o/kpYNyfzSaUs/s320/brunch" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yummy food!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8HPPnEOcQTQ/Twn9wIB6fMI/AAAAAAAAA-w/T--J_OP56Y0/s1600/menu" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8HPPnEOcQTQ/Twn9wIB6fMI/AAAAAAAAA-w/T--J_OP56Y0/s320/menu" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv917131496MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv917131496MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp; The family voted that we would be doing this every year…  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv917131496MsoNormal"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv917131496MsoNormal"&gt;Highlights from the day included  Mikayla playing piano with my dad, the company of Christina and Clinton,  my mom’s “bag” of gifts and Mikayla’s gift opening skills (very slow  and precise!)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv917131496MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--UcA6Levi4s/Twn-KNngXJI/AAAAAAAAA-4/fgelnN1ZOkQ/s1600/DSC_0090.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--UcA6Levi4s/Twn-KNngXJI/AAAAAAAAA-4/fgelnN1ZOkQ/s320/DSC_0090.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2p3J6QLyRR0/Twn9dymD7sI/AAAAAAAAA-g/iwWpKbDsCww/s1600/DSC_0093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2p3J6QLyRR0/Twn9dymD7sI/AAAAAAAAA-g/iwWpKbDsCww/s320/DSC_0093.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv917131496MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv917131496MsoNormal"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv917131496MsoNormal"&gt;The whole week after Christmas was a  blur since I ended up getting a terrible cough and had to go on  antibiotics. We were supposed to go into the city a bunch of times that  week to be with my family and also to go see the Nutcracker, but  I was stuck on the couch hacking up a lung while Dhrumil entertained  Mikayla.. I was really bummed, but I think Mikayla enjoyed 100% focus on  her from mommy and daddy and much playing with her new kitchen.  &amp;nbsp;Mikayla did get hives at the end of the week, but  thankfully they didn’t seem to bother her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv917131496MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NcbOjqqWv8o/Twn-3EU71WI/AAAAAAAAA_A/4VRnXNvkk8c/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NcbOjqqWv8o/Twn-3EU71WI/AAAAAAAAA_A/4VRnXNvkk8c/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ub0ssjNRkhI/Twn-6hP5pJI/AAAAAAAAA_I/GTH_4o9Jl5M/s1600/DSC_0014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ub0ssjNRkhI/Twn-6hP5pJI/AAAAAAAAA_I/GTH_4o9Jl5M/s320/DSC_0014.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Na and Uncle visited on one of our "sick" days&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-6bJ6nQ3ss/Twn_ChearcI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/liV3nXj2QjM/s1600/DSC_0026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z-6bJ6nQ3ss/Twn_ChearcI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/liV3nXj2QjM/s320/DSC_0026.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her heart belongs to Uncle Clinton!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="yiv917131496MsoNormal"&gt;On New Year Eve we headed into the city  and Mikayla got to take her second ever train ride. She did amazing and  loved every minute! We headed over to my parent’s home of the week on  Roosevelt Island and enjoyed the beautiful view of the  East River from the apartment’s many large windows. My dad graciously  watching Mikayla while the rest of us when to our Christmas present to  see Godspell. And while I wasn’t concentrating on not coughing, I  enjoyed the show immensely! I highly recommend! After  the show we were caught in midtown with some of the New Years crowd  which was INSANE! Sadly my New Year’s Eve story ends with us going to  bed at 10:30pm… oh well it is what it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zxb7NvefEgo/Twn_Q5kax1I/AAAAAAAAA_o/UnAvq00Y5B8/s1600/DSCN0986.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xWGp8OJCaRE/Twn_Vuk54PI/AAAAAAAAA_w/LroscGdIt4M/s1600/DSCN0990.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xWGp8OJCaRE/Twn_Vuk54PI/AAAAAAAAA_w/LroscGdIt4M/s320/DSCN0990.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the way to see Godspell&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LjCNjaUUSxI/Twn_bgilSII/AAAAAAAAA_4/pC_h82wmED0/s1600/DSCN0999.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LjCNjaUUSxI/Twn_bgilSII/AAAAAAAAA_4/pC_h82wmED0/s320/DSCN0999.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Telling Geegee something&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zxb7NvefEgo/Twn_Q5kax1I/AAAAAAAAA_o/UnAvq00Y5B8/s1600/DSCN0986.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QccCzOpZOJE/Twn_Mmz1OXI/AAAAAAAAA_g/9YbFr1lfeic/s1600/DSCN0982.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QccCzOpZOJE/Twn_Mmz1OXI/AAAAAAAAA_g/9YbFr1lfeic/s320/DSCN0982.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;On the Tram to Roosevelt Island&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="yiv917131496MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv917131496MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;So bring on 2012, my 30&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; birthday, our 5 year anniversary, Mikayla's second birthday and the move further away from childhood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-5191040975109069149?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/5191040975109069149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=5191040975109069149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/5191040975109069149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/5191040975109069149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2012/01/very-merry-vacation.html' title='A Very Merry Vacation'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CRgWXsPCrKI/Twn7h-qvh6I/AAAAAAAAA9w/TTn1DuiKdIk/s72-c/DSCN0932.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-1836317981612607847</id><published>2012-01-05T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T11:28:20.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Through the eyes of a toddler</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="yiv536097922MsoNormal"&gt;Have you ever wondered what people look  like to an almost 2 year old? Well now you get a chance to dive into  the brain of a little munchkin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv536097922MsoNormal"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv536097922MsoNormal"&gt;To preface this awe inspiring discovery… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv536097922MsoNormal" id="yui_3_2_0_1_1325791276093155"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv536097922MsoNormal"&gt;Mikayla loves to read books… whether we  are reading to her or she is reading to herself… books are one of her  favorite pastimes. It gives me great joy to see her delight in books,  especially when she giggles at a favorite part or sits down  on the floor and “reads” out loud in nonsensical &amp;nbsp;sentences. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv536097922MsoNormal"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv536097922MsoNormal"&gt;Being one who was part of theatre  growing up and who competed in high school reading snap shots of  children’s books, I especially enjoy reading in many voices and giving  life to the characters. And when I don’t think I can read Jake’s Big  Adventure for the tenth time in a row, I give the narrator a new accent  and achieve an unspoken goal in my head to top it the next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv536097922MsoNormal"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv536097922MsoNormal" id="yui_3_2_0_1_1325791276093163"&gt;But  enough about me and how I read… back to the brain of an almost 2 year  old! A few months ago I was reading to Mikayla out of a Little Golden  Book that used to be mine when I was little. The particular book was a  collection of Mother  Goose Rhymes and I am not sure what it is about those rhymes… but  Mikayla could listen to them over and over again. (on a side note… some  of those rhymes are a little PG rated… like the one where the man didn’t  say his prayers so the goose threw him down the  stairs. Hello! I change the words when I get to that one) I was giving a  particular good performance of “sing a song of sixpence a pocketful of  rye” when all of the sudden Mikayla pointed to the old woman holding the  pie and replied “GeeGee” which is her word  for my mom. I paused for a second to which she again pointed to the  woman and said “GeeGee.” I asked her if that woman was GeeGee and she  replied “YES!” Every time we read that book now she points out GeeGee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv536097922MsoNormal" id="yui_3_2_0_1_1325791276093163"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V7KxmAIYh2Q/TwX5GmwacdI/AAAAAAAAA9U/CVPA5QBDriM/s1600/DSC_0015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V7KxmAIYh2Q/TwX5GmwacdI/AAAAAAAAA9U/CVPA5QBDriM/s400/DSC_0015.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;GeeGee!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="yiv536097922MsoNormal" id="yui_3_2_0_1_1325791276093163"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv536097922MsoNormal"&gt;For Christmas my sister got Mikayla her  newest favorite book, Knuffle Bunny. This is an adorable book for  Mikayla because she is very attached to her own bunny. Within the past  week every time we read the part where the baby and her daddy  are in the park she point to a jogging couple and says “Mommy, Dadas”  to which I ask her… “that’s mommy and daddy”? “YES!”Hmm maybe she has  aspirations of us exercising this year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-728QwxiIv_s/TwX5iCJD0XI/AAAAAAAAA9g/Bh6t-PEY0lw/s1600/DSC_0002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-728QwxiIv_s/TwX5iCJD0XI/AAAAAAAAA9g/Bh6t-PEY0lw/s400/DSC_0002.JPG" width="372" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy and Mommy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="yiv536097922MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv536097922MsoNormal"&gt;So there you have it… what we look like through Mikayla’s eyes! Seen any resemblances?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv536097922MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-1836317981612607847?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/1836317981612607847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=1836317981612607847' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/1836317981612607847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/1836317981612607847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2012/01/through-eyes-of-toddler.html' title='Through the eyes of a toddler'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V7KxmAIYh2Q/TwX5GmwacdI/AAAAAAAAA9U/CVPA5QBDriM/s72-c/DSC_0015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-5102494660599230785</id><published>2011-11-30T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T18:18:52.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dollar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UFzgdFsMQ2o/TEZbFvpvGHI/AAAAAAAAFnU/3Ya6Ok5BqHg/s1600/snickers-bar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UFzgdFsMQ2o/TEZbFvpvGHI/AAAAAAAAFnU/3Ya6Ok5BqHg/s320/snickers-bar.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2079765324MsoNormal" id="yui_3_2_0_16_1322705070539131"&gt;I spent a dollar on a snickers bar today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2079765324MsoNormal"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2079765324MsoNormal"&gt;Did I mentioned Dhrumil and I are  doing a weight loss challenge? Whoever gets closest to their goal by our  trip in March will get to choose the excursion we do in Jamaica. My  personal goal has been to cut out most sugar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2079765324MsoNormal"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2079765324MsoNormal"&gt;I spent a dollar on a snickers bar today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2079765324MsoNormal"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2079765324MsoNormal"&gt;Forgot to mention it was 10:30 am and I  was sitting at my computer daydreaming about caramel, nuts and  chocolate. I was in the middle of a full out war in my head… don’t do  it, just do it, don’t do it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2079765324MsoNormal"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2079765324MsoNormal"&gt;I spent a dollar on a snickers bar today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2079765324MsoNormal"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2079765324MsoNormal"&gt;Guess I should mention that I googled  what one dollar can do… Do you know it could help alleviate poverty? I  could have also doubled it every day to become a millionaire in 20  years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2079765324MsoNormal"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2079765324MsoNormal"&gt;I spent a dollar on a snickers bar today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2079765324MsoNormal"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2079765324MsoNormal"&gt;Snickers bar in hand I returned to my  seat, only to notice the BRIGHT GREEN nutrition facts staring at me. Why  do they have to be so noticeable? I broke off one small piece, hoping  to dull the blaring fact that what I was about to put into  my mouth was pure evil. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2079765324MsoNormal"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2079765324MsoNormal"&gt;I spent a dollar on a snickers bar today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2079765324MsoNormal"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2079765324MsoNormal"&gt;That bite was good. I slipped the  snickers bar into my desk drawer for later enjoyment. After a moment’s  pause I took it right back out and threw it in the trash where it landed  with a comforting BANG. I started to feel sick from the insane  sugar that was now coursing through my veins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2079765324MsoNormal"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2079765324MsoNormal" id="yui_3_2_0_16_1322705070539141"&gt;I wasted a dollar on a snickers bar today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2079765324MsoNormal" id="yui_3_2_0_16_1322705070539141"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2079765324MsoNormal" id="yui_3_2_0_16_1322705070539141"&gt;Next time I'll get Peanut M&amp;amp;Ms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M9jfiRF3e3A/TtbjXtJE3LI/AAAAAAAAA9A/Z5c0io15Bm0/s1600/Photo+on+2011-11-30+at+21.14+%25235.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M9jfiRF3e3A/TtbjXtJE3LI/AAAAAAAAA9A/Z5c0io15Bm0/s400/Photo+on+2011-11-30+at+21.14+%25235.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2079765324MsoNormal" id="yui_3_2_0_16_1322705070539141"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-5102494660599230785?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/5102494660599230785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=5102494660599230785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/5102494660599230785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/5102494660599230785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2011/11/dollar.html' title='A Dollar'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UFzgdFsMQ2o/TEZbFvpvGHI/AAAAAAAAFnU/3Ya6Ok5BqHg/s72-c/snickers-bar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-8909096972823473855</id><published>2011-11-21T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T14:21:33.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Archives</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MAAjD2DgqeY/TsrFcHn13KI/AAAAAAAAA8o/C4KB5aKNGOM/s1600/DSC_0032.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MAAjD2DgqeY/TsrFcHn13KI/AAAAAAAAA8o/C4KB5aKNGOM/s320/DSC_0032.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today I was reading through my &lt;a href="http://ebafterthought.blogspot.com/"&gt;old blog &lt;/a&gt;and some of my old posts on this blog and noticed a trend. It seems that through difficult times in my life I tend not to write for a while. I see this trend happening now due to the mixture of my busy schedule and the death of my grandpa. I guess that is why I haven't written about his death until now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had a chance to just stop and take in the fact that my grandfather is no longer on this earth. In this moment, I am coming to the realization that I will not see him again until I am in heaven. Of course the knowledge of heaven and seeing him again and knowing he is happy and rejoicing gives me great joy, but there is still the dull painful ache that I have never experienced to this extent before. The world has lost a truly wonderful man and he will be remembered! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa would have been 90 this February and I have had some nod and say "ah" when mentioning this fact. I know I have done this to many who have had their grandparents die and now I wish I hadn't. The fact is... it doesn't matter what the age is... they were still very much a part of your life and the shock of death is still very real.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had some time to clean out my closet today and I came across a box of old letters and cards that date back to high school.&amp;nbsp; Now that I am in the profession of information management my mind immediately went to... are these records? Do these documents have purpose to my life and therefore need to be kept for an amount of time or can they be "deleted"? After shutting off my&amp;nbsp; business mind I noticed letter upon letter of encouragement from dear friends and family and also many from my grandparents. In that moment I was so thankful to have kept these personal "archives." I am so thankful God gave my grandma the gift of writing many many letters! Currently her mind is being taken over by dementia and I think it makes the death of my grandpa that much harder. I will cling to these letters as a piece of her and my grandpa to keep for years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandpa,&lt;br /&gt;Your love for God was infectious. I always knew you were praying for me. You always came to all of my orchestra concerts, ballet recitals, plays... you name it, you and grandma were there. You supported me, you loved me. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6ss79GEoFfE/TsrMdGXwFPI/AAAAAAAAA8w/PjcUShT9BZk/s1600/Grandpa+2+12.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6ss79GEoFfE/TsrMdGXwFPI/AAAAAAAAA8w/PjcUShT9BZk/s320/Grandpa+2+12.jpeg" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I was 3 when this picture was taken of us&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p_c41bD4Lw0/TsrMikohhAI/AAAAAAAAA84/WA7KC7111rY/s1600/DSC_0028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p_c41bD4Lw0/TsrMikohhAI/AAAAAAAAA84/WA7KC7111rY/s320/DSC_0028.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;So thankful Mikayla met grandpa!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-8909096972823473855?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/8909096972823473855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=8909096972823473855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/8909096972823473855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/8909096972823473855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2011/11/personal-archives.html' title='Personal Archives'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MAAjD2DgqeY/TsrFcHn13KI/AAAAAAAAA8o/C4KB5aKNGOM/s72-c/DSC_0032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-5482722446311989819</id><published>2011-10-04T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T19:33:16.434-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toddler Time'/><title type='text'>Vegetables</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZH2cmCoois/R68ZqYUMhFI/AAAAAAAAEjc/TP_GEejQrEs/s400/tmp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="166" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZH2cmCoois/R68ZqYUMhFI/AAAAAAAAEjc/TP_GEejQrEs/s200/tmp.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Vegetables. Not sure what it is about them that has most kids running for cover. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up I never had that big of an issue with vegetables and wasn't bribed into eating them. I enjoyed corn and carrots. Brussel sprouts were served regularly along with broccoli and green beans. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love vegetables… my husband is a vegetarian… my child will love them too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember scoffing while watching a spot on a TV morning show about a woman who wrote a cookbook for moms. The recipes hid the vegetables so children would eat them… “HA” I said to myself “it is all in the way you raise your child, mine will NEVER need something like that.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cue the Chef Boyardie commercial where the mother destroys a whole can display to keep the word vegetables from being heard by her child. “Who would do such a thing?” I thought to myself… I was more distinguished than those who ate hidden veggie Chef Boyardie. My children would eat vegetable casseroles, enjoy things like kale and leeks and not even blink while downing carrot ginger soup garnished with arugula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had my own child. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The organic pureed vegetables were first. Though she made faces at the beginning, Mikayla grew to enjoy them, especially sweet potatoes and peas. Being a working mom it was easier to give her the jars and not puree my own, but eventually I started to give her fresh veggies. This should have been the first sign… she was not a fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n7EuIt6iAK0/Tou_C9J1DDI/AAAAAAAAA8I/CkH6HN7b1MU/s1600/DSC_0064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n7EuIt6iAK0/Tou_C9J1DDI/AAAAAAAAA8I/CkH6HN7b1MU/s400/DSC_0064.JPG" width="337" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she became a toddler… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason Mikayla does not like to try to new foods. Thinking back on her short life I cannot remember a moment where this behavior manifested itself. Perhaps with her birthday cupcake? Now with the wonderful “no” and the ability to throw her food, Mikayla has made it known that the only vegetable of choice is “PEA.” Ironically Peas are somewhat of a triumph for me since I left them on her plate for a week until she ate them. I have tried this strategy again, but with sad results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where am I now? Well Mikayla has an amazing appetite, but it consists of peas, fish sticks, chicken, brown rice, yogurt, applesauce and fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was yesterday… where Mikayla met steamed broccoli in a dance I call… the “mmmmmm” dance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She eyed the broccoli as something mommy was making for her to play with. “MIMI” she called… did I dare? Fine, might as well. I brought the small tree of broccoli over and held my breath… one bite, just try ONE bite. “MMM” I said… she tasted a piece “mmm” she replied with a coy smile. No this couldn’t be true. “MORE” I gasped… and quietly, with a smile pasted on my face and the thought that THIS might be the vegetable of salvation… “MMM” I said… she ATE IT “mmm” she replied again. Feeling the joy of victory flood my body and spontaneously taking a moment to do the "I am an amazing mother" dance I glanced back at Mikayla in time to see her spit out the tree and made a noise close to “ickyyuckblah!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I need to find one of those cookbooks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-5482722446311989819?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/5482722446311989819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=5482722446311989819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/5482722446311989819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/5482722446311989819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2011/10/vegetables.html' title='Vegetables'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DZH2cmCoois/R68ZqYUMhFI/AAAAAAAAEjc/TP_GEejQrEs/s72-c/tmp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-2347957214859493703</id><published>2011-09-19T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T07:57:37.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6XCriG9OXME/TndUXkIfAJI/AAAAAAAAA68/OHdfqRc65js/s1600/DSC_0019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6XCriG9OXME/TndUXkIfAJI/AAAAAAAAA68/OHdfqRc65js/s320/DSC_0019.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dhrumil and I just looked at each other a few days ago and said... "ahh we have a child" I guess even 18 months after the fact we are still in awe that this little person came from us and that we are responsible for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before time fast forwards I wanted to document what Mikayla has been up to lately. It is crazy how much you forget in such a short amount of time. I have a friend with a newborn and when she tells me some of the sweet things she does I’m like… “wait I think Mikayla did that!?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikayla has been changing so much lately that it is a blur when she really started doing certain things. I guess it doesn’t really matter having the exact moment written down. What matters most is that I have experienced those bursts of growth with Mikayla and it has added to my life’s story. All of those little moments have created who Mikayla is now at this very second. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind Mikayla is now official a toddler. She runs like a toddler, she laughs like a toddler and she SCREAMS like a toddler. It is especially fun to have her throw a tantrum in a store, in front of a GIANT line of people waiting to buy baseball tickets and also in a restaurant. We are learning in those times though and for the most part, taking it all in stride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have recently been seeing small glimpses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SmNSIimI99g/TndUwwqTzBI/AAAAAAAAA7A/KSQaqAwNo8Y/s1600/DSC_0055.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SmNSIimI99g/TndUwwqTzBI/AAAAAAAAA7A/KSQaqAwNo8Y/s320/DSC_0055.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the latest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves:&lt;br /&gt;Reading books&lt;br /&gt;Eating yogurt&lt;br /&gt;Running&lt;br /&gt;Saying “no”&lt;br /&gt;Night Night (her bunny she sleeps with)&lt;br /&gt;Ducks (yes still!)&lt;br /&gt;Giving kisses&lt;br /&gt;Laughing&lt;br /&gt;Going on walks&lt;br /&gt;Swimming class&lt;br /&gt;Dancing (especially when I ask her to plie)&lt;br /&gt;Eating&lt;br /&gt;Looking at pictures of the family&lt;br /&gt;Pointing to things and saying the name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drawing with chalk&lt;br /&gt;Buckling anything with a buckle&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in her crib for a long time and reading or playing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newest words:&lt;br /&gt;She comes up with new words everyday… words I didn’t know she knew and also words I do not hear again for weeks. She is brilliant at communicating and for the most part I know what she wants.&lt;br /&gt;One, two, three&lt;br /&gt;Ook (book)&lt;br /&gt;Ish (kiss)&lt;br /&gt;Bye (finally after months of Hi) &lt;br /&gt;Yesh (not as frequent as No, but it is starting to be used correctly)&lt;br /&gt;GeeGee (my mom)&lt;br /&gt;Inton (Uncle Clinton)&lt;br /&gt;Bathsss&lt;br /&gt;Up&lt;br /&gt;Out&lt;br /&gt;Alk (walk)&lt;br /&gt;Trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--GRzg-q4X9k/TndVGlgVGhI/AAAAAAAAA7E/cH582700fFs/s1600/DSCN0853.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--GRzg-q4X9k/TndVGlgVGhI/AAAAAAAAA7E/cH582700fFs/s320/DSCN0853.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Giving a kiss to friend Brady&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--5ahQzKh58s/TndWK2JCdbI/AAAAAAAAA7U/COiMIeFYWq0/s1600/DSC_0051.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--5ahQzKh58s/TndWK2JCdbI/AAAAAAAAA7U/COiMIeFYWq0/s320/DSC_0051.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Telling daddy what she wants him to do while playing&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6IWMHfB6K44/TndV3Lab7HI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/edw2bJw26o8/s1600/DSC_0026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6IWMHfB6K44/TndV3Lab7HI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/edw2bJw26o8/s320/DSC_0026.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kissing night night&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kq7va3k5qBA/TndVXZJblMI/AAAAAAAAA7I/SfVsOyO55EA/s1600/DSC_0004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kq7va3k5qBA/TndVXZJblMI/AAAAAAAAA7I/SfVsOyO55EA/s320/DSC_0004.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoying a stroll in daddy's shoes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nw7606IvUVw/TndVl-l19RI/AAAAAAAAA7M/BYiTwuaX2Zs/s1600/DSC_0009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nw7606IvUVw/TndVl-l19RI/AAAAAAAAA7M/BYiTwuaX2Zs/s320/DSC_0009.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;She loves to sit in her crib with a bunch of stuff&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-2347957214859493703?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/2347957214859493703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=2347957214859493703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/2347957214859493703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/2347957214859493703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2011/09/18-months.html' title='18 Months'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6XCriG9OXME/TndUXkIfAJI/AAAAAAAAA68/OHdfqRc65js/s72-c/DSC_0019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-4960543837996544825</id><published>2011-08-26T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T07:28:33.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures of House Hunting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="tripane message content" id="yui_3_2_0_5_131436832777946"&gt;Prospects of becoming a house owner  are exciting, scary and exhausting all wrapped up into one lovely  package. I was excited when Dhrumil and I came to the agreement to start  house hunting, but it was hard to quiet the positives and negatives  of this endeavor which were in a constant shouting match in my head…  Stability! Goodbye money! Ownership! Responsibility! No close neighbors!  No neighbors! Easy! Hard! Staying! Packing! GOODBYE MONEY  &lt;div class="msg-body inner  undoreset" id="yui_3_2_0_5_131436832777987"&gt;&lt;div id="yiv1934722858"&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1934722858WordSection1" id="yui_3_2_0_5_131436832777986"&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1934722858MsoNormal"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1934722858MsoNormal"&gt;One would say this is a buyers’  market… and it is. BUT living in one of the most expensive counties in  America always tends to put a damper on things. An 1100 square foot  house is the same price, if more expensive, than a BRAND NEW 2400  square foot house in Indiana. Sigh. Thus our search began on the  thought that oh wow that house is only 450K how can that be!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1934722858MsoNormal"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1934722858MsoNormal"&gt;We decided to start this process with  Mikayla in tow. Our realtor thought it would be great for her to be part of  the experience and though apprehensive we agreed. The first house we  viewed on a day of 5 houses Mikayla yelled “NO” the first  step we took into the house. I couldn’t have agreed more. Though  Mikayla was an angel during the house hunting, the rest of that day had a  mixture of no living space, no closet space, smelly basements and no  bathtubs. Needless to say by the end we were feeling  deflated and defeated. Unless we were millionaires living in our county might not happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1934722858MsoNormal"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1934722858MsoNormal"&gt;Instead of throwing away the towel we  decided to get back out there and see more houses. Sunday morning we  were all dressed and ready for church as we embarked on yet another day  to view potential dwelling places. A block from our first  house Dhrumil pointed out a little Chihuahua mix walking down the  sidewalk alone. **&lt;b&gt;DISCLAIMER – Dhrumil has radar for stray dogs, he  sees them from a mile away and has delivered many a pooch home to their  owners. I have encouraged him on numerous occasions  to open DADDY D’s K9 rescue, but he has decided to stay in Finance&lt;/b&gt;**  &amp;nbsp;Maybe this dog should have been a clue or omen to what would come. I  sprang out of the car and pounced on the little dog, as though rehearsed  I called out the phone number from his collar and Dhrumil  called the owner. Already late for our first house no one answered the  call and Dhrumil told me to bring the dog in the car. He seemed friendly  enough… so in the car he came. Thankfully I spotted the street that was  on his collar and I again sprang out of  the car and delivered him to his owners.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1934722858MsoNormal"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1934722858MsoNormal"&gt;To continue… we finally made it to the  house and liked what we saw. I then happened to notice many pictures  hanging that had Dhrumil’s good college friend in them. WAIT!? Ended up  being his friend’s parents’ house. Such a small world. Though  we thought that house was the best we’ve seen so far, we just didn’t  think it was the one. So on to the next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1934722858MsoNormal"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1934722858MsoNormal"&gt;The next was a flip and though the inside was  very nice, we didn’t like the street and while discussing this with the  realtor we both happened to turn our backs for a SECOND. I’m sure many  of you know what turning a back for a SECOND can do when  a toddler is loose. Wasn’t it a toddler who started the economic crisis  because her dad’s back was turned while she did a little buying and  selling of stocks? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1934722858MsoNormal"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1934722858MsoNormal"&gt;Anyways I hear an “OH NO” and look to  see my sweet angel in her white Sunday dress have her hands covered in  gravel tar. You know that black stuff that they put on streets? I ran to  get wipes, that didn’t work. We ran into the house and  while Dhrumil held Mikayla the realtor and I both scrubbed her hands  all the while Mikayla was screaming and yelling MIMI MIMI! That is what  she calls herself… maybe she was saying mimi was dirty? Yup so that  didn’t work either. We decided to run to the nearest  Home Depot and while Dhrumil was saying his apologies to the realtor I  ran into the house to try to clean off the tar hand print on the white  door. Yup that didn’t work. Once we arrived at Home Depot we realized  neither of us had our wallets so we had to drive  30 minutes back to our house, all the while I was in the back seat  ensuring Mikayla’s hands did not come into contact with her face, her  mouth or my dress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1934722858MsoNormal"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1934722858MsoNormal"&gt;On our drive back I had a light bulb  go off… they clean those oil covered pelicans in the commercials with  Dawn...maybe it would work on a toddler? Though I didn’t have Dawn, I  grabbed the kitchen soap and while Mikayla played with her  toys in the bath I scrubbed… and after 15 minutes we had a clean  Mikayla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1934722858MsoNormal"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1934722858MsoNormal"&gt;Has this episode deterred us? Of  course not. What has it taught us? Kitchen liquid soap is a powerful  ally in the fight against dirty toddler. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1934722858MsoNormal"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1934722858MsoNormal"&gt;Stay tuned to more adventures of house hunting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1934722858MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V4SywWPUxVo/TlesTO99X5I/AAAAAAAAA6g/DBIZFhK1qXU/s1600/DSC_0351.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V4SywWPUxVo/TlesTO99X5I/AAAAAAAAA6g/DBIZFhK1qXU/s400/DSC_0351.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1934722858MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1934722858MsoNormal"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1934722858MsoNormal"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1934722858MsoNormal"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1934722858MsoNormal"&gt; 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          To say that Mikayla loves birds would be an understatement&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="msg-body inner  undoreset" id="yui_3_2_0_5_131231154334575"&gt;&lt;div id="yiv137818882"&gt;&lt;div class="yiv137818882WordSection1" id="yui_3_2_0_5_131231154334574"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkWGtcgQgp4/TjhKUc67JrI/AAAAAAAAA6U/_xIRKrfOQOg/s1600/DSC_0063.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv137818882MsoNormal"&gt;And I’m afraid I don’t know which bird she likes the most since she calls them all “DUCKY”!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv137818882MsoNormal"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zBLBmjXoBEY/TjhJdvxpMyI/AAAAAAAAA6A/OR1eU4XPSCo/s1600/DSC_0109.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zBLBmjXoBEY/TjhJdvxpMyI/AAAAAAAAA6A/OR1eU4XPSCo/s320/DSC_0109.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;First close bird encounter at 5 months old&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="yiv137818882MsoNormal"&gt;The first bird Mikayla was introduced  to was a rubber duck in her bath. This was the first toy that she smiled  at and the first animal name she said.&amp;nbsp; Her first birthday party  was duck themed as this was the logical choice to the  one true love she had at the moment. We thought this would fade, but  here we are 5 months later and duckies are still all the rage!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv137818882MsoNormal"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv137818882MsoNormal"&gt;Ducky has expanded from the bathtub to  all the birds on the earth. While on a walk Mikayla yells DUCKY and  points to a bird that is flying by. While driving Mikayla yells ducky  and I can only conclude that she must have seen a bird out  of window. Watching the geese swim in the pond … ducky! While tweeting  like a bird (yes I do this)… ducky! Looking at the parrots in the pet  store… ducky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv137818882MsoNormal"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hBUIy2pgxG0/TjhJwMzAb8I/AAAAAAAAA6E/eB9wjRWtARo/s1600/DSCN0142.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hBUIy2pgxG0/TjhJwMzAb8I/AAAAAAAAA6E/eB9wjRWtARo/s320/DSCN0142.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ducky from tante tina&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="yiv137818882MsoNormal"&gt;She has books with ducks, she loves  songs about ducks. She loves to watch UP with the bird Kevin who she  calls ducky. I now hear ducky multiple times in a day and am never quite  sure which one she is referring to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv137818882MsoNormal"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv137818882MsoNormal"&gt;And now… a new duck has joined in the  form of a flying rat… the famous NYC pigeons. Mikayla had the time of  her life this past weekend chasing pigeons around a park at the base of  the Brooklyn Bridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv137818882MsoNormal"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv137818882MsoNormal"&gt;I wonder if she would pet one if she could?&lt;/div&gt;This little girl shows no fear in the face of Duckies!  &lt;div class="yiv137818882MsoNormal"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv137818882MsoNormal"&gt;Now my only hope is that she will outgrow this phase before I hear the words “mommy I want a ducky for Christmas”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hECmB61lA5A/TjhJ1BsPPCI/AAAAAAAAA6I/Z2zv62v67Dw/s1600/DSC_0037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="274" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hECmB61lA5A/TjhJ1BsPPCI/AAAAAAAAA6I/Z2zv62v67Dw/s320/DSC_0037.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her best bath friends&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xhpKBvQqV84/TjhJ8yoeuSI/AAAAAAAAA6M/STKnA1oQ5XQ/s1600/DSC_0049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xhpKBvQqV84/TjhJ8yoeuSI/AAAAAAAAA6M/STKnA1oQ5XQ/s320/DSC_0049.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her Easter friend&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhojSh6ETM8/TjhKLxd4aCI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/J1-NVjipUJE/s1600/DSCN0700.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rhojSh6ETM8/TjhKLxd4aCI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/J1-NVjipUJE/s320/DSCN0700.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taking her duck on a walk&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-10Pfc493hPc/TjhKmwwgBjI/AAAAAAAAA6c/2c3Vd1PfGEU/s1600/DSC_0065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-10Pfc493hPc/TjhKmwwgBjI/AAAAAAAAA6c/2c3Vd1PfGEU/s320/DSC_0065.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her new found DUCKY friends&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5KKIuGSHAr8/TjhKbqL83vI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/_8GW8o7kIE0/s1600/DSC_0064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5KKIuGSHAr8/TjhKbqL83vI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/_8GW8o7kIE0/s320/DSC_0064.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;She was determined to catch them&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkWGtcgQgp4/TjhKUc67JrI/AAAAAAAAA6U/_xIRKrfOQOg/s1600/DSC_0063.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XkWGtcgQgp4/TjhKUc67JrI/AAAAAAAAA6U/_xIRKrfOQOg/s320/DSC_0063.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where did all of my friends go?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="yiv137818882MsoNormal"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv137818882MsoNormal"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="shaded" id="quick-reply" style="display: none;"&gt;  &lt;div id="quick-reply-box"&gt;&lt;label class="offscreen" for="qr_reply_fld"&gt;Reply to:&lt;/label&gt; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FsUzQqgxG7s/TgpWh9eyfwI/AAAAAAAAA2s/_DJ-7fppUdU/s1600/DSC_0238.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FsUzQqgxG7s/TgpWh9eyfwI/AAAAAAAAA2s/_DJ-7fppUdU/s200/DSC_0238.jpg" width="132" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2128206701MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Sunday  was a tough day. Mikayla woke up screaming at 5am and the rest of the  day was filled with a little girl who was in pain from all of her teeth  coming in. Needless to  say she was not the happiest and Dhrumil and I tried to make the most  of the day and just go with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2128206701MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2128206701MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;By the  time Mikayla woke up screaming from her short nap that afternoon the day  felt never ending. I suggested we go to Waveny (a big beautiful park in  our town) and without  hesitation Dhrumil loaded the baby and wagon into the car while I  grabbed the dog and a picnic blanket. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2128206701MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2128206701MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;It was  at Waveny where we saw Mikayla’s first smiles of the day while Dhrumil  pulled her in the wagon across the great expanse of green grass. I had  to find the perfect tree  to lay under and Willoughby was in his glory running back and forth  between all of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2128206701MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2128206701MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Lazily  laying on a blanket reading a book was something I used to do all the  time before I was a mother… times have changed. I was ready to take back  one of the greatest pleasures, but as I stared up at the tree above I couldn’t help but  turn to the sounds of giggling. A sweet high belly laugh came out of  Mikayla who had just fallen in the soft grass followed by Dhrumil’s  laughter which never fails to make me smile. I pushed  my book aside and watched as Mikayla attempted to run around the field  chasing the dog as Dhrumil chased both of them. It was then that I  gasped… this was my family. MINE! They are beautiful and they are part  of me and I of them. All of the exhaustion of the  day lifted in that moment and I felt truly blessed and in awe of the  gift I was entrusted with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2128206701MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2128206701MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;This short poem came from the feelings of that moment:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2128206701MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2128206701MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;A day of crying a day of pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2128206701MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;A day where it all seems the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2128206701MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2128206701MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;But then a moment which stops all time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2128206701MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;A stillness wanders into my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2128206701MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2128206701MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;A beautiful image appears to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2128206701MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;And I know that for all of eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2128206701MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2128206701MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I have been blessed beyond all measure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2128206701MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;This gift from God regards all splendor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2128206701MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2128206701MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;My life has somehow become complete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2128206701MsoNormal" id="yui_3_2_0_1_13092996011502012" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="yui_3_2_0_1_13092996011502011" style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;And purpose finally will I meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2128206701MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2128206701MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;This blessing so pure and divine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2128206701MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Can only come from one so fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2128206701MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2128206701MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I thank the Lord for all He’s done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2128206701MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;A glimpse of Heaven as bright as the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2128206701MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N70-hBUtL7I/TgpWme_ZqzI/AAAAAAAAA2w/tzGFXDfybeM/s1600/DSC_0738.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N70-hBUtL7I/TgpWme_ZqzI/AAAAAAAAA2w/tzGFXDfybeM/s400/DSC_0738.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv2128206701MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-1434020528787764672?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/1434020528787764672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=1434020528787764672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/1434020528787764672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/1434020528787764672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2011/06/glimpse.html' title='A Glimpse'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FsUzQqgxG7s/TgpWh9eyfwI/AAAAAAAAA2s/_DJ-7fppUdU/s72-c/DSC_0238.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-1869372000710079743</id><published>2011-06-23T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T18:01:30.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Fleeting</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MtJZtr1av4M/TgPfFbgxRZI/AAAAAAAAA2c/YBRD2m-cO1c/s1600/DSCN0667.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MtJZtr1av4M/TgPfFbgxRZI/AAAAAAAAA2c/YBRD2m-cO1c/s320/DSCN0667.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Four generations&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1756402897MsoNormal"&gt;I have heard this term in books. Today  I looked up fleeting to see what it really means… “Passing or fading  quickly” and in the Thesaurus… “brief, momentary, transitory and  evanescent.” These definitions bring tears to my eyes and a picture  in my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1756402897MsoNormal"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1756402897MsoNormal"&gt;Last week Mikayla and I flew to visit my parents in &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1308875857_0"&gt;Indiana&lt;/span&gt; one last time before they move to &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1308875857_1"&gt;NYC&lt;/span&gt; (More on that trip to come) While there it was very important for me to go and visit my Yoder Grandparents in &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1308875857_2"&gt;Ohio&lt;/span&gt;.  They have been having  a difficult time lately… afflicted by things that come with age. My  Grandpa can hardly see and is in a wheelchair because he fell. My  grandma succumbing to dementia, though she can still remember us. They  have both been moved to separate rooms on the assisted  living wing of the wonderful home they are living in. More like a  “college for the old” than a facility for the weary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1756402897MsoNormal"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1756402897MsoNormal"&gt;When I went into my Grandma’s room I  was shocked by how frail and little she looked… same with my grandpa.  Grandma was slightly confused, but was excited to see me. When they saw  Mikayla joy lit their faces and I was hit with the thought  of this new life was giving large smiles to the old life passing  through. While sitting in the lobby, watching Mikayla play and toddle  back and forth between my parents and grandparents, I had a new  appreciation for life and the moments that are meant to be  cherished. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1756402897MsoNormal"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VHwiwu8yOgI/TgPgM12cTZI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c7ddsbyZWqI/s1600/DSCN0679.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VHwiwu8yOgI/TgPgM12cTZI/AAAAAAAAA2o/c7ddsbyZWqI/s320/DSCN0679.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma talking to Mikayla about her shoes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1756402897MsoNormal"&gt;We happened to be in the lobby during  the June birthday celebration. A man on an accordion and one on the  drums played and sang to their hearts content. I enjoyed looking around  and watching the elders sing along. Mikayla was in her glory…  dancing with my mom, walking from one end to the other, being the  center of attention. Amidst the joy and naivety of a &amp;nbsp;child who has yet  been blemished my life’s hardships it wasn’t hard to miss the looks on  those around me. My parents showed love of their  grandchild, but also exhaustion and a bit of sadness that is brought by  the stresses of having older parents. My Grandpa showed concern through  his eyes for the love of his life whose mind is leaving it’s body. And  my Grandma? She sat quietly, a peaceful but  faraway look in her eyes. I wondered where she was… perhaps thoughts of  her younger days had come upon her and she had been transported to a  place where she was witty, young and beautiful again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1756402897MsoNormal"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1756402897MsoNormal"&gt;Saying goodbye was the hardest. After  helping my Grandma into her chair and covering her with a blanket I bent  to hug her and whisper to her what I know I wanted her to hear while  she still remembered who I was… “You have been and are the  best Grandma, thank you.” As tears filled both of our eyes we clung to  each other and as I looked deeply into her cloudy blue eyes &amp;nbsp;I  remembered a time not too long ago where her eyes were clear and she was  teaching me to cook and sew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1756402897MsoNormal"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1756402897MsoNormal"&gt;As I left their room, my dad’s  comforting arm around my shoulders, immense sadness filling my heart, I  knew one thing for sure. Life is fleeting. My grandparents, like the  rest of us, are just passing through. This life is but a brief stop  on the way to all of the Glory and Splendor waiting for us in Heaven.  That thought gave me comfort.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NFfVN8vldCw/TgPfeDxiRmI/AAAAAAAAA2g/fNDz7Aor-j0/s400/DSCN0670.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Special family&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KTf4Vs08jqA/TgPf2FE6XtI/AAAAAAAAA2k/j3b8Ojm5imU/s1600/DSCN0677.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KTf4Vs08jqA/TgPf2FE6XtI/AAAAAAAAA2k/j3b8Ojm5imU/s400/DSCN0677.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Giving five to Grandpa&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1756402897MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1756402897MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-1869372000710079743?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/1869372000710079743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=1869372000710079743' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/1869372000710079743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/1869372000710079743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2011/06/life-is-fleeting.html' title='Life is Fleeting'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MtJZtr1av4M/TgPfFbgxRZI/AAAAAAAAA2c/YBRD2m-cO1c/s72-c/DSCN0667.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-56335769335432145</id><published>2011-06-23T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T17:44:49.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Off Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="yiv535602006MsoNormal"&gt;Do you ever have a day that is just a bit  off? A day where there seems to be something you are probably  forgetting but you push it off as something you dreamt and not something  you were supposed to remember? Yesterday was that day for not  only myself, but also Dhrumil. We were already reeling from getting  back into the daily grind after vacation and were preoccupied with  trying to catch up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv535602006MsoNormal"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv535602006MsoNormal"&gt;That morning I had forgotten to pack  Mikayla’s lunch and in my rush I threw items into a bag and forgot the  spoon… ok not so bad. Work went as usual, Dhrumil dropped Mikayla off as  usual and all was right in the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv535602006MsoNormal"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv535602006MsoNormal"&gt;Then the phone call came. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv535602006MsoNormal"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv535602006MsoNormal"&gt;To preface the phone call… I was planning on leaving work 20 minutes early to pick up Mikayla since Dhrumil had a meeting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv535602006MsoNormal"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv535602006MsoNormal"&gt;Ok back to the phone call.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv535602006MsoNormal"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv535602006MsoNormal"&gt;It was Dhrumil with a bit of panic in  his voice… “how are you going to pick up Mikayla?” What a silly  question! Um drive and get her… higher pitched this time “you don’t have  the car seat and my big meeting is in 10 minutes” BLANK “hello?”  BLANK “what should we do?” BLANK. HOW in the world did both of us  forget about the car seat? My mind went over the possibilities… I could  walk home… that would take me a few hours. I could sit at the church and  wait until Dhrumil was done with his meeting…  Mikayla would have a meltdown from exhaustion. BLANK. Wish we could fly  home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv535602006MsoNormal"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv535602006MsoNormal"&gt;“What should we do!?” Dhrumil’s voice  calm, but persistent. Sigh. It was raining out… the traffic was going to  be bad… I was, shall we say, not thrilled? Maybe we could also say I  was… frustrated since we were having Mikayla stay in day  care an extra hour so I woudn’t have to leave work EARLY AND OH MY GOSH  SHE IS IN DAYCARE JUST SO I CAN DRIVE AROUND FOR AN HOUR AND I STILL  HAVE TO LEAVE WORK EARLY! Ok guess I was past the point of no return.  Well one thing was for sure, I didn’t want Dhrumil  to leave his important meeting. So I drove.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv535602006MsoNormal"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv535602006MsoNormal"&gt;Slow cars… why do cars always drive  slow when I am trying to GO PLACES!? Three highways later, 25 minutes  later, a burst of tears when I saw Dhrumil later, I was in the car with  the car seat heading back down to pick up Mikayla. I got there  right at 1pm, she smiled, laughed, said “Momeeeee” in her sweet sweet  way and all was right in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv535602006MsoNormal"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv535602006MsoNormal"&gt;Total time spent in the car? One hour and a half&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv535602006MsoNormal"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv535602006MsoNormal"&gt;I can laugh it off now… and hopefully  next time something happens like this I can laugh it off in the moment  and just breath because a giggly, smiley little girl will be there at  the end with a wet kiss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv535602006MsoNormal"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fzN76iAOCEE/TgPdJlHKtaI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/JWahjYXkPSI/s1600/DSC_0015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fzN76iAOCEE/TgPdJlHKtaI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/JWahjYXkPSI/s400/DSC_0015.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv535602006MsoNormal"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv535602006MsoNormal"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv535602006MsoNormal"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv535602006MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-56335769335432145?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/56335769335432145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=56335769335432145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/56335769335432145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/56335769335432145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2011/06/off-day.html' title='An Off Day'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fzN76iAOCEE/TgPdJlHKtaI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/JWahjYXkPSI/s72-c/DSC_0015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-1899030267933068288</id><published>2011-05-31T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T05:17:15.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pool and the Little Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Memorial day was a long day of outside fun for Mikayla Rose. So much fun that by the time our cook out started she was done for the day. After eating with Mikayla yelling, ok screaming, through most of it I decided it wouldn't hurt to let her wade around in the pool. I turned my eyes for a SECOND and the next thing I know Mikayla is sitting in the pool with her pretty dress floating up like a balloon.&amp;nbsp; At this point all I could do was laugh and yell to my friend to start taking pictures. Mikayla's dress was so soaked that I decided the best course of action was to remove it. After allowing her to take one more walk around the pool it was into daddy's arms and off to bed almost an hour early. And boy did she sleep solidly that night! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QNwBLjqy574/TeWexuAnbdI/AAAAAAAAA18/6e_CkZnQHpc/s1600/DSC_0387.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QNwBLjqy574/TeWexuAnbdI/AAAAAAAAA18/6e_CkZnQHpc/s400/DSC_0387.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um this feels weird with my dress&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f2Et4iY8aJ8/TeWe0E0CSeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/FXfVnni-CsI/s1600/DSC_0388.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f2Et4iY8aJ8/TeWe0E0CSeI/AAAAAAAAA2A/FXfVnni-CsI/s320/DSC_0388.JPG" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x9w1Tax8BQk/TeWe3A_NqJI/AAAAAAAAA2E/WyQ9A6yTufk/s1600/DSC_0391.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x9w1Tax8BQk/TeWe3A_NqJI/AAAAAAAAA2E/WyQ9A6yTufk/s400/DSC_0391.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;This needs to come off&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ihPPofyqxDQ/TeWe6A-BbUI/AAAAAAAAA2I/FC4-PxBm7Mc/s1600/DSC_0392+1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ihPPofyqxDQ/TeWe6A-BbUI/AAAAAAAAA2I/FC4-PxBm7Mc/s320/DSC_0392+1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I liked my dress in the water!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MrbShPLVgd8/TeWe8XfJv6I/AAAAAAAAA2M/5fJO6moaV5Y/s1600/DSC_0397.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MrbShPLVgd8/TeWe8XfJv6I/AAAAAAAAA2M/5fJO6moaV5Y/s400/DSC_0397.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok I guess this is ok&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HcAx_05OD64/TeWe-j8RqUI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/Htx2mD0OT80/s1600/DSC_0398.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-1899030267933068288?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/1899030267933068288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=1899030267933068288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/1899030267933068288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/1899030267933068288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2011/05/pool-and-little-girl.html' title='The Pool and the Little Girl'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QNwBLjqy574/TeWexuAnbdI/AAAAAAAAA18/6e_CkZnQHpc/s72-c/DSC_0387.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-8453239916242136235</id><published>2011-05-14T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T14:23:40.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loves of the Week</title><content type='html'>These past few days Mikayla must be on a break from teething because she has been in the happiest of moods. :) Or, as my mom likes to remind me, she is a person and has moods just like us. Whatever it is... having a happy girl makes for a happy mommy which makes for a happy daddy and then equals a happy family! Of course we still love an unhappy little girl, but life is easier when she is really loving life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to believe Mikayla is 14 months old and I am continuously reminded of how fast time really does fly. Some days I feel like I have a little girlfriend to hang out with, someone who you can sit with at the mall food court sharing Chinese noodles and not feel weird, cause you are really not alone! Other days I feel like I have the grumpiest toddler who likes to scream in public and when overtired continuously yells "BUBBLES" and when they don't magically appear within seconds, melts into a pool of tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeks like these... when everything Mikayla does is absolutely adorable, when I have an unending sense of energy, when she keeps me laughing all day from something she does or says, when she leans over to hug me while pushing her in the grocery cart, when she toddles over to me with a proud grin and yells "MUMEEE" or when she shares my ice cream so I don't feel like I'm eating it all alone... it helps me continue on in this thing called parenthood and gives me the confidence I need to face another week. It helps me know I can do this and maybe I am doing a few things right after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of Mikayla's loves of the week. And believe me... they change or evolve EVERY week! :) One I left out is BUBBLES. This is Mikayla's favorite word right now and she loves watching me blow bubbles. She woke up the other morning and as if she remembered her world of bubbles yelled it with a big smile on her face... to which I laughed... to which she acted offended as if I should also understand the sun rises and sets for bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HSRz2cLhwQI/Tc7tp_ycgcI/AAAAAAAAA1E/jiGV3bR585E/s1600/DSC_0212.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HSRz2cLhwQI/Tc7tp_ycgcI/AAAAAAAAA1E/jiGV3bR585E/s320/DSC_0212.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rides in the wagon with her friends&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RqLTiqXvSeM/Tc7twvnXS5I/AAAAAAAAA1I/srbTRE68iOU/s1600/DSC_0216.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RqLTiqXvSeM/Tc7twvnXS5I/AAAAAAAAA1I/srbTRE68iOU/s320/DSC_0216.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Throwing her friends out of the wagon&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vu7Nwrpj_4k/Tc7t4PwrCRI/AAAAAAAAA1M/otZDboaYf9g/s1600/DSC_0218.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vu7Nwrpj_4k/Tc7t4PwrCRI/AAAAAAAAA1M/otZDboaYf9g/s320/DSC_0218.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the cow is gone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sPGgwWSaOng/Tc7uO0ko3dI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/3rCQ9MLRTYQ/s1600/DSCN0420.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sPGgwWSaOng/Tc7uO0ko3dI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/3rCQ9MLRTYQ/s320/DSCN0420.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nemo Fish or "ishhhhh"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2qM0Yx6VdiY/Tc7ufzT5zyI/AAAAAAAAA1U/vzeJSue92bY/s1600/DSCN0424.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2qM0Yx6VdiY/Tc7ufzT5zyI/AAAAAAAAA1U/vzeJSue92bY/s320/DSCN0424.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enamored with her bathing suit&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mXbbrmYdqJA/Tc7u0BU8_4I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/hLGIV-UtgQc/s1600/DSCN0434.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mXbbrmYdqJA/Tc7u0BU8_4I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/hLGIV-UtgQc/s320/DSCN0434.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doing her hair (do you see the black hair tie)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-APMYn3saAOY/Tc7vHIsaSCI/AAAAAAAAA1c/frXqIHqZ-5E/s1600/DSCN0435.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-APMYn3saAOY/Tc7vHIsaSCI/AAAAAAAAA1c/frXqIHqZ-5E/s320/DSCN0435.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Putting bows in her hair&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkICovI04A8/Tc7veEBsW4I/AAAAAAAAA1g/E9iUQqFm0Cc/s1600/DSCN0442.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zkICovI04A8/Tc7veEBsW4I/AAAAAAAAA1g/E9iUQqFm0Cc/s320/DSCN0442.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sitting with friends (they had to be in that order!)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hepQXdni_9g/Tc7v06xv8mI/AAAAAAAAA1k/wt55rp5rtT4/s1600/DSCN0446.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hepQXdni_9g/Tc7v06xv8mI/AAAAAAAAA1k/wt55rp5rtT4/s320/DSCN0446.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reading to friends&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U3uym2csAg0/Tc7wLCmh_CI/AAAAAAAAA1o/OwpeWR60iV8/s1600/DSCN0450.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U3uym2csAg0/Tc7wLCmh_CI/AAAAAAAAA1o/OwpeWR60iV8/s320/DSCN0450.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her FAVORITE book we read at least 4 times a day&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V6DD2NWhaec/Tc7wdv1cjyI/AAAAAAAAA1s/LKOkFWfVua8/s1600/DSCN0452.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V6DD2NWhaec/Tc7wdv1cjyI/AAAAAAAAA1s/LKOkFWfVua8/s320/DSCN0452.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Reading in her new lawn chair&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_amLCt0uB7g/Tc7wv2ulwFI/AAAAAAAAA1w/cJEZAcOasl4/s1600/DSCN0454.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_amLCt0uB7g/Tc7wv2ulwFI/AAAAAAAAA1w/cJEZAcOasl4/s320/DSCN0454.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;She LOVES this chair&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-8453239916242136235?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/8453239916242136235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=8453239916242136235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/8453239916242136235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/8453239916242136235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2011/05/loves-of-week.html' title='Loves of the Week'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HSRz2cLhwQI/Tc7tp_ycgcI/AAAAAAAAA1E/jiGV3bR585E/s72-c/DSC_0212.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-1400129461298199895</id><published>2011-04-10T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T12:22:12.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRw7d5c43ME/TaIBSEZbmsI/AAAAAAAAA0w/MnaQseiD6LU/s1600/DSC_0007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRw7d5c43ME/TaIBSEZbmsI/AAAAAAAAA0w/MnaQseiD6LU/s320/DSC_0007.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mikayla's Bad Day&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Today is one of those days where I ask myself... am I really cut out for this? To which myself replies... well you have been thrown into the pool so you better swim because drowning is NOT an option. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To what am I referring to in this conversation with myself you ask? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a mother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I felt having a newborn was easier, that even though I was clueless at the beginning I somehow figured it out, but today? This moment? I have NO clue what to do. Hard feeling to deal with... the overwhelming sense of not knowing what to do and the thought of “am I doing this right” looming over you like a big huge thunder cloud ready to burst. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And burst it did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikayla being sick so much has really taken a toll on all of us. First my poor baby is so uncomfortable and in pain and I hate that. On top of that throw in 3 months of almost non stop sickness, me catching almost everything Mikayla has had, exhaustion and stress of missing work because we have no back up for daycare. It finally all caught up with me in the latest sickness of double ear infection combined with Mikayla’s new found independence in pointing to things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today being my day off I thought I would take Mikayla to the mall and give her something different then the house she has been stuck in all week since she has been sick. I packed her lunch and after her nap we headed to the mall. A nice walk, starbucks, the smell of Barnes and Noble, fun in the kids play area and a nice lunch together was what I desired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cue the kid who ran past Mikayla in the kids play area and side swiped her so hard her little cheek got bright and pink for the next half hour. &lt;br /&gt;Baby feeling... SCREAM &lt;br /&gt;Mommy feeling... how did that happen so fast? No matter how fast it was I should have used my inhuman reflexes and pulled her away when I saw that kid running. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next... lunch. Grabbed subway so I could eat while Mikayla ate. Pushing stroller, carrying daughter who did not want to sit in stroller, diaper bag falling off shoulder and dragging highchair, which I knew having read a study was infested with bacteria, I made it to a table in the food court. I then proceeded to put down the sticky place mat on the table to which Mikayla kept ripping off and screaming to which I continued to try to stick the stupid thing down on the table.&lt;br /&gt;Baby feeling... this is fun&lt;br /&gt;Mommy feeling... should I care this much about bacteria?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening the packed lunch Mikayla started to throw food in her mouth faster than I was able to cut into little pieces prompting her to scream. She then wanted water, mommy’s water, she then pointed to the apple sauce, pointing, grunting, screaming, pointing, grunting, screaming to which I could not keep up pace and to which the points to randomness further confused me and further frustrated Mikayla. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subway sandwich untouched, daughter covered in avocado, mommy covered in avocado, I decided lunch was over and put a disgruntled little girl into the stroller.&lt;br /&gt;Baby feeling... scream&lt;br /&gt;Mommy feeling... I just want to SOB and throw in the towel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting a hold of myself I made it to the car, Mikayla fell asleep in the next minute and I cried to my mom on the phone. Her words? You won’t know what to do most times as a mother, but you will figure out. Sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rtn-5Kn1yNM/TaICdRMfUDI/AAAAAAAAA04/RpRApktgooo/s1600/DSCN0302.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rtn-5Kn1yNM/TaICdRMfUDI/AAAAAAAAA04/RpRApktgooo/s400/DSCN0302.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We made it!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-1400129461298199895?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/1400129461298199895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=1400129461298199895' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/1400129461298199895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/1400129461298199895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2011/04/being-mom.html' title='Being a mom'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZRw7d5c43ME/TaIBSEZbmsI/AAAAAAAAA0w/MnaQseiD6LU/s72-c/DSC_0007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-1162894609116486636</id><published>2011-03-17T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T17:45:17.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year Musings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5lNes94cy1k/TYKkQok9KnI/AAAAAAAAA0U/8d1_1CuwHZM/s1600/DSC_0040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5lNes94cy1k/TYKkQok9KnI/AAAAAAAAA0U/8d1_1CuwHZM/s400/DSC_0040.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After attempting a one year photo shoot today at the park... I gave up jumping up and down and trying to make Mikayla smile and just took pictures of who she was at that moment.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-SFmoZ3kfQmg/TYKkdGW7aZI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/ko6cqAT6rP4/s1600/DSC_0019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-SFmoZ3kfQmg/TYKkdGW7aZI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/ko6cqAT6rP4/s320/DSC_0019.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Though Mikayla has a wonderful smile and uses it often these pictures show who a part of her is as a one year old. A little girl who is finding her independence in head nods, pointing and using her language to explain what she wants. A baby emerging into a toddler who throws her food on the ground when she is done, picks the books she wants read by pushing away those she is not interested in, and who clings to her mama like I am going to disappear in a poof of smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-VEc8HEpWtSg/TYKkjxwGXeI/AAAAAAAAA0c/KxG4dAxFESQ/s1600/DSC_0024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-VEc8HEpWtSg/TYKkjxwGXeI/AAAAAAAAA0c/KxG4dAxFESQ/s320/DSC_0024.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;She is not a puppet who I can pose with a smile when I want. She is her own person and her personality is emerging every day! Mikayla takes care to sit slowly after standing, she has her "party tricks" of pointing to her belly and nose, clapping, lifting her arms in touch down, she says hi and duck, dog and so many more babels that are harder to make out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-hZhA8pmc6Lw/TYKoGzlpzyI/AAAAAAAAA0s/hkRSz5NDYRc/s1600/DSC_0061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-hZhA8pmc6Lw/TYKoGzlpzyI/AAAAAAAAA0s/hkRSz5NDYRc/s320/DSC_0061.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Mikayla loves to dance to music, crawl around the house at lightening speed and give belly laughs when her neck is tickled. She loves hugs from mommy and daddy and loves to hold her bunny snuggles. She pretends to go to sleep by randomly laying on the ground and she covers her face with her hands and thinks we can't see her. She loves the tunnel a the mall play area and bee lines to it every time Dhrumil brings her there to play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7yXRnklfuPk/TYKk0CTwzDI/AAAAAAAAA0k/346Z7D10vNs/s1600/DSC_0060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-7yXRnklfuPk/TYKk0CTwzDI/AAAAAAAAA0k/346Z7D10vNs/s320/DSC_0060.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My baby is growing up each moment of every day and though I miss the days when she was tiny it is so much fun to discover the world through her eyes. To see it in it's simplicity that only a child can see. To appreciate the ducks swimming in the pond, the taste of a cracker and the bathtime that gives such joy to this little person who is my daughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-F7U3_lkEI4o/TYKksmStt2I/AAAAAAAAA0g/MgUseOV5ddU/s1600/DSC_0054.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-F7U3_lkEI4o/TYKksmStt2I/AAAAAAAAA0g/MgUseOV5ddU/s320/DSC_0054.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I can't wait to hold Mikayla's hand and watch her grow the be the person God has planned for her to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-vvBIvxm3fZA/TYKk7TNSbdI/AAAAAAAAA0o/6rQUottCro4/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-vvBIvxm3fZA/TYKk7TNSbdI/AAAAAAAAA0o/6rQUottCro4/s400/DSC_0005.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-1162894609116486636?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/1162894609116486636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=1162894609116486636' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/1162894609116486636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/1162894609116486636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2011/03/one-year-musings.html' title='One Year Musings'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5lNes94cy1k/TYKkQok9KnI/AAAAAAAAA0U/8d1_1CuwHZM/s72-c/DSC_0040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-504323229214022456</id><published>2011-03-17T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T17:12:56.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Ducky Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Po5HERW5czc/TYKc159VHzI/AAAAAAAAAz0/3KbShnBFSAg/s1600/DSCN0100.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Po5HERW5czc/TYKc159VHzI/AAAAAAAAAz0/3KbShnBFSAg/s320/DSCN0100.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikayla's first birthday party was at the tail end of all of her sickness so the picture to the left shows her mood that day. :) We had her party the day after her birthday and the theme was ducks. From the beginning of her being able to smile she would always have a huge smile to give no matter what her mood when she played with her ducks in the tub. Duck was also her second word... so ducks seemed to be the obvious choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were blessed to have both of our parents, Dhrumil's siblings, my uncle and grandpa and few close friends to celebrate with us. And even though Mikayla would not let go of me the whole party, didn't want to eat her cupcake or be messy about it and screamed when opening her last present... we had a wonderful time celebrating the life God gave us one year ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7m0UsdsDfKQ/TYKiE7EsFKI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/R0Uf0gwpDF8/s1600/DSCN0146.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7m0UsdsDfKQ/TYKiE7EsFKI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/R0Uf0gwpDF8/s320/DSCN0146.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Happy" family! :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MxZYZFdJgUY/TYKhgVPYCTI/AAAAAAAAA0I/yeBZCFRsHdE/s1600/DSCN0088.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-MxZYZFdJgUY/TYKhgVPYCTI/AAAAAAAAA0I/yeBZCFRsHdE/s320/DSCN0088.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Little girl not happy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-E0yHrrQM3ok/TYKhw_29BEI/AAAAAAAAA0M/7zFdT0KYRVw/s1600/DSCN0111.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-E0yHrrQM3ok/TYKhw_29BEI/AAAAAAAAA0M/7zFdT0KYRVw/s320/DSCN0111.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Party Guests!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dfH6-EkSSRM/TYKdKkVdjZI/AAAAAAAAAz4/ogZGIPe9ccA/s1600/DSCN0118.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dfH6-EkSSRM/TYKdKkVdjZI/AAAAAAAAAz4/ogZGIPe9ccA/s320/DSCN0118.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I put the icing on her nose to make her appear messy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-jih-jgFAo50/TYKdVFDnJkI/AAAAAAAAAz8/ukt58gnAaH8/s1600/DSCN0121.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-jih-jgFAo50/TYKdVFDnJkI/AAAAAAAAAz8/ukt58gnAaH8/s320/DSCN0121.JPG" width="237" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Picture for high school graduation&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-gAIjRlWx5kM/TYKeTe1D-cI/AAAAAAAAA0A/MN9bqnK51MY/s1600/DSCN0057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-gAIjRlWx5kM/TYKeTe1D-cI/AAAAAAAAA0A/MN9bqnK51MY/s320/DSCN0057.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Right of passage for a new mom... the "cake" duck cupcakes!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-504323229214022456?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/504323229214022456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=504323229214022456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/504323229214022456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/504323229214022456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2011/03/ducky-birthday.html' title='A Ducky Birthday'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Po5HERW5czc/TYKc159VHzI/AAAAAAAAAz0/3KbShnBFSAg/s72-c/DSCN0100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-7550259822657598842</id><published>2011-03-17T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T16:31:53.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Little Germ Bug</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-DrSHSJKUt4Y/TYKXi26_VkI/AAAAAAAAAzw/AkZoGyJfEuw/s1600/DSCN0064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-DrSHSJKUt4Y/TYKXi26_VkI/AAAAAAAAAzw/AkZoGyJfEuw/s320/DSCN0064.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have been MIA from blogging for a while because of the sickness that took over our house for a while. I got used to lovingly calling Mikayla my germ bug because everything she had I ended up catching in one form or another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikayla has basically been sick since Christmas with only a week break and wow has it been tough! She had a horrible cough which we had to check with an xray. Then she got a stomach bug (which wasn't too bad for her) then I caught it and it was AWFUL! Then she got an ear infection with a temperature spiking close to 104 and staying high for a few days. When we got her an antibiotic she got a rash and so three antibiotics later she was finally getting better. I then caught the bug but on a smaller scale. Now she&amp;nbsp; has a stuffy nose AGAIN and a cough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have I learned through all of this? Patience... letting go of all else but focusing on caring for Mikayla... really enjoy the times we are well and also daycare is germ city!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying with the Spring will come a fresh start for Mikayla to remain healthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-7550259822657598842?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/7550259822657598842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=7550259822657598842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/7550259822657598842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/7550259822657598842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2011/03/cute-little-germ-bug.html' title='Cute Little Germ Bug'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-DrSHSJKUt4Y/TYKXi26_VkI/AAAAAAAAAzw/AkZoGyJfEuw/s72-c/DSCN0064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-991717010396130728</id><published>2011-02-05T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T17:16:11.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11 Months on Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TU317U5zqrI/AAAAAAAAAzY/HwF2lEFWJLc/s1600/DSC_0038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TU317U5zqrI/AAAAAAAAAzY/HwF2lEFWJLc/s320/DSC_0038.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;11 Months&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby is crawling WAY too fast towards becoming one years old.&amp;nbsp; Last year at this time I was huge and ready for the journey of parenthood to begin. Of course I had NO idea what I was in for. But who does when they make such a huge step in life? The picture above was taken today. I waited until the end of the day and Mikayla was either not looking at the camera or when she did not smiling... :) She is sitting on the chair I have rocked her in for almost a year. After that picture are a few more to show what she is up to these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TU31AiWENnI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/_TesoPc6JxU/s1600/DSC_0020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TU31AiWENnI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/_TesoPc6JxU/s320/DSC_0020.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Books!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TU3xUawjueI/AAAAAAAAAy4/k6LLWGjZK9M/s1600/DSC_0007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TU3xUawjueI/AAAAAAAAAy4/k6LLWGjZK9M/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Puffs&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TU3xbhdRq7I/AAAAAAAAAy8/_iv26qdKAnw/s1600/DSC_0057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TU3xbhdRq7I/AAAAAAAAAy8/_iv26qdKAnw/s320/DSC_0057.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Self discovery&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TU31Rk_gLdI/AAAAAAAAAzU/LnpjTR-y0UY/s1600/DSC_0034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TU31Rk_gLdI/AAAAAAAAAzU/LnpjTR-y0UY/s320/DSC_0034.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bananas&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TU32RlWgH7I/AAAAAAAAAzc/IFf6Y5Gk5n8/s1600/DSC_0002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TU32RlWgH7I/AAAAAAAAAzc/IFf6Y5Gk5n8/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teeth!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TU3xgKmdQDI/AAAAAAAAAzA/dsJNDBlapZY/s1600/DSC_0010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TU3xgKmdQDI/AAAAAAAAAzA/dsJNDBlapZY/s320/DSC_0010.jpg" width="215" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Self Discovery #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_429647383"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_429647384"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-991717010396130728?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/991717010396130728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=991717010396130728' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/991717010396130728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/991717010396130728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2011/02/11-months-on-earth.html' title='11 Months on Earth'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TU317U5zqrI/AAAAAAAAAzY/HwF2lEFWJLc/s72-c/DSC_0038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-7051849209075764413</id><published>2011-01-28T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T13:01:41.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teeth!</title><content type='html'>Strange how different teeth can make you look. With teeth I feel like I now see glimpses of myself in Mikayla.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TUMuCAuXPwI/AAAAAAAAAys/CnuEbpawSPI/s1600/DSC_0013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TUMuCAuXPwI/AAAAAAAAAys/CnuEbpawSPI/s400/DSC_0013.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Four top (one is hiding)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TUMuRcRS8pI/AAAAAAAAAyw/bgU4bys7odU/s1600/DSC_0016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TUMuRcRS8pI/AAAAAAAAAyw/bgU4bys7odU/s400/DSC_0016.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;two bottom&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-7051849209075764413?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/7051849209075764413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=7051849209075764413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/7051849209075764413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/7051849209075764413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2011/01/teeth.html' title='Teeth!'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TUMuCAuXPwI/AAAAAAAAAys/CnuEbpawSPI/s72-c/DSC_0013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-1483506906897104445</id><published>2011-01-25T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T18:33:21.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TT-C-FEmtjI/AAAAAAAAAyg/Tv_qcEwy-Yo/s1600/IMG_0271.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TT-C-FEmtjI/AAAAAAAAAyg/Tv_qcEwy-Yo/s320/IMG_0271.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What defines month 10 of Mikayla? Well what I really need is a picture of her mouth which is now full of teeth!! Hard to believe my sweet toothless baby's 9 month appointment was dominated by her&amp;nbsp; naive mommy asking the Dr. "I'm concerned she has no teeth" to which the Dr. replied "Um I see three coming in, look the top one you can see" WHOOPS! Yeah my brain and head are definitely separated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikayla now has 6 teeth which are almost all the way in. 4 top in a row and the two bottom middle. So cute, though I do miss her sweet gummy grins. Just another reminder that my sweet baby girl is almost a toddler. SNIFF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what else makes Mikayla who she is right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- SHE LOOKS LIKE ME SHE LOOKS LIKE ME! Ok so maybe she doesn't care, but I can FINALLY see myself in her. Some of her looks freak me out and I get so excited. :) For a sweet mini D it's nice to now have a little of me. (ok that was not supposed to be a witty ditty)&lt;br /&gt;- Mikayla crawls mad fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TT-DFSNMj-I/AAAAAAAAAyk/AV78F0J93-k/s1600/DSC_0054.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TT-DFSNMj-I/AAAAAAAAAyk/AV78F0J93-k/s320/DSC_0054.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- Mikayla's vocabulary now consists of (and I quote) HI HI HI HI HI hi hi mama HI HI HI HI HI da hi hi hi hi hi hi hi hi ba goobadoba HIHIHIHIHIHIHI. The girl won't stop saying HI! So funny for a first word. :)&lt;br /&gt;-She thinks she knows what she is saying when she talks gibberish. Our conversations go as follows... "hi goodabado bama dooo hi hi" "oh really that sounds like a very interesting idea for your birthday party"&lt;br /&gt;- She is pulling herself up on everything&lt;br /&gt;- She once again points at everything, waves when she wants too, loves reading books and saying... yup you guessed it, "hi" to them&lt;br /&gt;- Her personality is coming out more and more... she is IMPATIENT!&lt;br /&gt;- In new places she takes it all in... quietly watching and listening and then she starts to explore and talk&lt;br /&gt;- She cracks herself up &lt;br /&gt;- She melts mommy's heart with her hugs and kisses and HI!&lt;br /&gt;- She hangs onto my leg as I try to do things&lt;br /&gt;- She sleeps throughout the night... oh wait... only when she isn't sick which is never now a days&lt;br /&gt;- She LOVES to eat and puffs are a lifesaver! The great silencer I call them. :)&lt;br /&gt;- She likes to hand things to me now and also enjoys putting toys in bags or baskets&lt;br /&gt;- She makes up games for herself&lt;br /&gt;- She could spend minutes on end going up and down our one stair (with close supervision of course!)&lt;br /&gt;- Oh... and Dhrumil taught her touchdown. SIGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TT-G0mFsvPI/AAAAAAAAAyo/uR8ULe4SaSY/s1600/DSC_0019.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TT-G0mFsvPI/AAAAAAAAAyo/uR8ULe4SaSY/s320/DSC_0019.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Preparing for one of the many snow storms&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-1483506906897104445?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/1483506906897104445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=1483506906897104445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/1483506906897104445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/1483506906897104445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2011/01/10-months.html' title='10 Months'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TT-C-FEmtjI/AAAAAAAAAyg/Tv_qcEwy-Yo/s72-c/IMG_0271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-6379091570951019414</id><published>2011-01-25T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T18:05:45.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Look</title><content type='html'>So I've been really behind on posting. Christmas flew by and ever since we returned from Indiana we have been facing sickness after sickness. Mikayla is just getting over her worst "cold" to date. Poor girl still has a horrible cough. Dhrumil and I agreed that last week was the hardest as parents to date. Mikayla cried almost all day when she wasn't sleeping.... and she would only sleep on us. She had a 103 temperature and had many trips to the Dr. Needless to say we are so glad we are coming out of that, though now both Dhrumil and I are sick. Oh well... better us than her! :) I'll leave this post with the story of the past four weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TT-BJuqMjII/AAAAAAAAAyc/c94MEqn-lr0/s1600/DSC_0007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TT-BJuqMjII/AAAAAAAAAyc/c94MEqn-lr0/s400/DSC_0007.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blizzards '11&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-6379091570951019414?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/6379091570951019414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=6379091570951019414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/6379091570951019414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/6379091570951019414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-look.html' title='A New Look'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TT-BJuqMjII/AAAAAAAAAyc/c94MEqn-lr0/s72-c/DSC_0007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-2372237064020633064</id><published>2010-12-17T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T18:25:26.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom Was Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="yiv1801926671MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;After  another full day which has turned me into a walking zombie I stumble  into my room to grab my robe and a pair of clean necessities for after  my bath. I’m stopped dead in my tracks by the neatly rolled bundles  that await me in my underwear drawer. I remember leaving them in a  jumbled mess. “She’s been here,” I say to myself. Skeptically I slowly  open my other drawers knowing I left them in complete  disarray. Her mark was all over, the woman who taught me how to fold  clean laundry, specifically my undergarments, has made her way into my  drawers and turned a heaping mess into a happy place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1801926671MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TQwWrpKwLVI/AAAAAAAAAvU/5c0kTfojewY/s1600/DSC_0018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TQwWrpKwLVI/AAAAAAAAAvU/5c0kTfojewY/s320/DSC_0018.JPG" width="319" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1801926671MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;The  woman I am talking about is my mother. &amp;nbsp;Why, you ask, is your mother  touching your underwear drawer? You are after all are 28 years old,  married  and a mother yourself. Believe me I’ve wondered the same thing and when  I ask my mom why she does it (knowing I will ruin her creation within  weeks) her answer is always the same… “because I want to.” &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1801926671MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1801926671MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;From early into my &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1292637394_0" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer;"&gt;pregnancy&lt;/span&gt;  with Mikayla my mom would randomly announce that she would love to come  and watch my baby when I go back to work. Too  overwhelmed with growing a human I would just reply “yeah sure”  shrugging away the idea that she would actually give up her life in  Indiana to help me out. After I had the baby and the decision of what  to do with my career was staring me in the face I had to make a  decision. I knew I could never leave my baby to go back full  time unless the person who I had the most trust in the world in would  watch her. That person was my mom and it was decided to have her move  out to CT for the summer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1801926671MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TQwW7tgT_lI/AAAAAAAAAvY/NXR7jR1MCA4/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TQwW7tgT_lI/AAAAAAAAAvY/NXR7jR1MCA4/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mikayla giving Gram Gram a kiss&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1801926671MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;When  my mom arrived in June I was an emotional roller coaster. I wasn’t  ready to leave Mikayla and was unsure that corporate life was for me. My  mom quietly encouraged me and with her help I made it through those  first few weeks. My life was in complete chaos trying to navigate a  marriage, child and job and my mom was there to support and help me  through it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1801926671MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1801926671MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Three months of helping out turned into six. My mom and Mikayla became buddies. They had the same routine every morning... go walk into town, talk to random people, go to the diner and then go to the Library. I was able to get part time at work and even after I started that my mom stuck around helping with the baby, fixing my wardrobe, scrubbing my windows (I told her not to!) and all the while loving me in a way only a mother knows how.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1801926671MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1801926671MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Last weekend she left to go back to Indiana. I felt as though it was the end of something very special. Throughout these past six months we have learned a lot about each other and though not always in sync we learned to communicate better. I was able to look at my mom with the eyes of a new mother and understand her love for me better than I ever have before. It is so easy to take it for granted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1801926671MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1801926671MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Thank you mom for helping me become the strong, confident woman I am at this very moment. I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1801926671MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TQwX3kegiFI/AAAAAAAAAvc/pVqvLxBqthQ/s1600/DSC_0004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TQwX3kegiFI/AAAAAAAAAvc/pVqvLxBqthQ/s400/DSC_0004.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1801926671MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-2372237064020633064?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/2372237064020633064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=2372237064020633064' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/2372237064020633064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/2372237064020633064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2010/12/mom-was-here.html' title='Mom Was Here'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TQwWrpKwLVI/AAAAAAAAAvU/5c0kTfojewY/s72-c/DSC_0018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-110170282870517948</id><published>2010-12-08T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T18:05:39.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Merry Willmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We aren't the only ones getting into the Christmas spirit...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Unpacking the Christmas decorations I came across a stuffed snowman... Willoughby "stole" it and ran around the house joyfully&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TQA2c0kd1AI/AAAAAAAAAvM/yOSRcmew5MY/s1600/DSC_0070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TQA2c0kd1AI/AAAAAAAAAvM/yOSRcmew5MY/s400/DSC_0070.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will plays with Mr. Snow&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TQA1bLNbjiI/AAAAAAAAAvI/LB9O-k4aB_U/s1600/DSC_0078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TQA1bLNbjiI/AAAAAAAAAvI/LB9O-k4aB_U/s400/DSC_0078.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The blur of Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And the best part of all... I had the tree on and a pine scented candle glowing prettily. We were in the other room playing with Mikayla but I happened to glance in the room and saw Willoughby enjoying himself and soaking in some Christmas spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TQA3P9uy1vI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/RCUQmzpz5IE/s1600/DSC_0013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TQA3P9uy1vI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/RCUQmzpz5IE/s400/DSC_0013.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;And to all a good night&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-110170282870517948?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/110170282870517948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=110170282870517948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/110170282870517948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/110170282870517948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-willmas.html' title='A Merry Willmas'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TQA2c0kd1AI/AAAAAAAAAvM/yOSRcmew5MY/s72-c/DSC_0070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-7908628927629317840</id><published>2010-12-02T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T17:25:45.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Different Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="yiv1010101355MsoNormal" style="display: block; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;Two major differences about Thanksgiving this year... My sister was in another country and there is now a small person joining us in the festivities. Here is how it all went down...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1010101355MsoNormal" style="display: block; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1010101355MsoNormal" style="display: block; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1010101355MsoNormal" style="display: block; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;My parents came to our house after visiting Boston and along with the stories of pushy homeless people they also brought with them a&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1291067618_1" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;stomach virus&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;(which my mom thought was&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1291067618_2" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(54, 99, 136); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 2px; cursor: pointer; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;food poisoning&lt;/span&gt;). So the day before Thanksgiving my mom was sick and we were scrambling around trying to figure out what would be made the following day. I am one who likes to prepare and get things done ahead of time and since we hadn’t even discussed how the bounty we were about to receive was going to get on the table we ended up going grocery shopping Wednesday afternoon. NOT fun. I am not a lover of shopping… shopping for bananas, shoes or dog sweaters is all the same to me… overwhelming… so add the busiest crowd of the year and throw me into it along with my mommy brain and I’m a mess. Dhrumil was going down one side of the store while I, with three cookbooks in hand and the baby’s stroller, was scouting out the other side of the store. And would you believe… the no hormone turkeys they had were MINIMALLY processed making us then go to yet ANOTHER store to find a bird worthy of our table. I suggested just shooting one of the CT turkeys on the side of the road since they are most natural, but this was not taken well. HIGHLIGHT of the day… making an&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1291067618_3" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;Apple Pie&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;with Chedder Cheese crust from scratch with my grandpa as Sous Chef. Gasp I know… I have never been much of a baker but ever since I’ve become a mom and gone to the CIA (Cullinary Institute of America) for a team building, I have started finding a love in cooking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1010101355MsoNormal" style="display: block; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TPg-hz6M5II/AAAAAAAAAuI/lvW87-xTyPg/s1600/DSC_0021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TPg-hz6M5II/AAAAAAAAAuI/lvW87-xTyPg/s320/DSC_0021.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A Piece of the PIE&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1010101355MsoNormal" style="display: block; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1010101355MsoNormal" style="display: block; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;Mikayla decided the Holidays would be the perfect time to stop sleeping through the night AGAIN and so we were all a bit out of it that morning. Though my parents are in the basement when they visit they still hear the screaming… which is VERY loud since Mikayla’s lungs are now larger. My mom, still weak from the virus, worked on the turkey covering it with my soy “butter” since I am still doing non dairy (yes I know the pie wasn't totally dairy free) and I prepared the brussil sprouts which both my Uncle and Grandpa looked at with a wary eye. We spent the morning being killed in Rummy by my grandpa and staring at Mikayla who would wave, clap, attempt to crawl, bang her drum, smile and “talk” while we all cheered her on. Must say she seemed quite proud of herself and enjoyed the audience immensely. By the time we sat down to eat we were all even more out of it that we forgot our time honored tradition of telling what we were thankful for and while Mikayla screamed in protest because she wanted mashed potatoes we feasted on food that was good. Then Mikayla started to scream because she was bored and we put her high chair in front of the window and she watched the rain facing away from us while we finished our meal in peace. HIGHLIGHT of the day… my pie and my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TPhAgNSaCyI/AAAAAAAAAuk/Oj8d2adJF7w/s1600/DSC_0011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TPhAgNSaCyI/AAAAAAAAAuk/Oj8d2adJF7w/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TPg_coX4yVI/AAAAAAAAAug/FEen0wTqKYI/s1600/DSC_0019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TPg_coX4yVI/AAAAAAAAAug/FEen0wTqKYI/s320/DSC_0019.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Rummy with Pop Pop&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1010101355MsoNormal" style="display: block; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1010101355MsoNormal" style="display: block; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;Another sleepless night led to a cranky baby… online shopping in the morning and then Dhrumil decided to bundle Mikayla up and take her on a walk. After coming home and saying he was tired (to which I rolled my eyes) he went to lay on the bed. Rest of the day you ask? Dhrumil was talking to Johnny on the porcelain phone with the stomach virus while I put&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1291067618_4" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;Christmas Carols&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;up extra loud as to not hear the poor man. I am not good with stomach sickness… Mikayla and I drove around and took a fun trip to Walgreens in hopes of escaping for a while. HIGHLIGHT of the day… hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TPhB8NZAklI/AAAAAAAAAuo/fuGrX9XLM_g/s1600/DSC_0025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TPhB8NZAklI/AAAAAAAAAuo/fuGrX9XLM_g/s320/DSC_0025.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mikayla in a fort made by daddy (after the sickness)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1010101355MsoNormal" style="display: block; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1010101355MsoNormal" style="display: block; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1010101355MsoNormal" style="display: block; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;MAJOR sleepless night since Dhrumil was ill and I was alone on baby duty. The next morning even though Dhrumil was very weak, he was over the worst and so we decided we NEEDED to get out of the house and went to chop a&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1291067618_5" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(54, 99, 136); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 2px; cursor: pointer; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;Christmas tree&lt;/span&gt;. Though the hayride which was promised was not running we had fun walking amongst the pines choosing one we thought was best. And there she was… Miss Pine in all her glory! Dhrumil and I took turns sawing it down and Dhrumil made the final cut (since he was the man) and that was that. Oh Miss Mikayla decided she was above smiling for the&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1291067618_6" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;family outing&lt;/span&gt;. Putting the tree up at home with a baby is exhausting. That being said after many failed attempts of making the tree look straight, we figured out the trunk was crooked… sigh. AND I got a rash from the tree… sigh again. HIGHLIGHT of the day… Christmas time is here! OH and my mom watched Mikayla so me and Weak Dhrumil who was exhausted could go to a movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TPhCQOxbQ2I/AAAAAAAAAus/D3505VFT4m4/s1600/DSC_0035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TPhCQOxbQ2I/AAAAAAAAAus/D3505VFT4m4/s320/DSC_0035.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TPg_Aj-vZbI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/_U-bNQ0c9Os/s1600/DSC_0040.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TPg_Aj-vZbI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/_U-bNQ0c9Os/s320/DSC_0040.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TPg_JSnndsI/AAAAAAAAAuU/X9z5UDYzco8/s1600/DSC_0064.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TPg_JSnndsI/AAAAAAAAAuU/X9z5UDYzco8/s320/DSC_0064.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TPg_Om_Lm8I/AAAAAAAAAuY/06SpMD90ZPk/s1600/DSC_0066.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TPg_Om_Lm8I/AAAAAAAAAuY/06SpMD90ZPk/s320/DSC_0066.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dhrumil carrying our tree&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1010101355MsoNormal" style="display: block; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;Mikayla learned to KISS! AHHH&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TPg_UKgXszI/AAAAAAAAAuc/WabaD-qnnrs/s1600/DSC_0083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TPg_UKgXszI/AAAAAAAAAuc/WabaD-qnnrs/s320/DSC_0083.JPG" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"&gt;Dhrumil and I agreed... that was the longest long weekend we had ever experienced. Hoping to not repeat the same next year, but holding dear to the few sweet moments we had!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv1010101355MsoNormal" style="display: block; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-7908628927629317840?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/7908628927629317840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=7908628927629317840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/7908628927629317840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/7908628927629317840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2010/12/different-thanksgiving.html' title='A Different Thanksgiving'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TPg-hz6M5II/AAAAAAAAAuI/lvW87-xTyPg/s72-c/DSC_0021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-8915497651097765252</id><published>2010-10-31T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T13:06:00.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pink Bunny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TM3H31HjtpI/AAAAAAAAAuE/dokMo6LoxwU/s1600/DSC_0002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TM3H31HjtpI/AAAAAAAAAuE/dokMo6LoxwU/s320/DSC_0002.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bunnies have been in my life for as long as I can remember. It all started with Floppy, the stuffed pink rabbit that I was given as a baby.&amp;nbsp;Floppy can be seen in photos that date back to my crawling days.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The first time I truly remember Floppy is when I found him in a box in the basement of our townhouse when I was 5. I remember &amp;nbsp;thinking... how lonely for him all alone in this box. From that point on we were inseparable. I couldn't sleep without him for (yes I can't believe I'm saying this) 20 years. He followed me to sleepovers, trips all over the country, more than 10 countries, college... you get the idea. He was my piece of home, my comfort and my last grasp on childhood.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A few years ago Dhrumil said it was him or Floppy... no not really :) BUT I did say goodbye to Floppy about a year ago. He now sits on a shelf and every now and then I have a glimpse of him and am reminded of my childhood and how amazing it was.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I now have a new pink bunny... and her name in Mikayla. When she is older and asks why in the world did I dress her as a pink bunny I will tell her the story of my favorite stuffed animal in the whole world...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TM3GiPRIEZI/AAAAAAAAAuA/N-C5P6Tr8Mg/s1600/DSC_0084.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TM3GiPRIEZI/AAAAAAAAAuA/N-C5P6Tr8Mg/s400/DSC_0084.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TM3FoluThlI/AAAAAAAAAts/cus3qtYTnVA/s1600/DSC_0018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TM3FoluThlI/AAAAAAAAAts/cus3qtYTnVA/s320/DSC_0018.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TM3Fz4AZjzI/AAAAAAAAAtw/3mnb5toBWEE/s1600/DSC_0031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TM3Fz4AZjzI/AAAAAAAAAtw/3mnb5toBWEE/s320/DSC_0031.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TM3GFxSd-dI/AAAAAAAAAt0/Un-IW_NKTL0/s1600/DSC_0042.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TM3GFxSd-dI/AAAAAAAAAt0/Un-IW_NKTL0/s320/DSC_0042.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TMMmdcBHvsI/AAAAAAAAAtg/gr5uqtPUhTw/s1600/DSC_0002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TMMmdcBHvsI/AAAAAAAAAtg/gr5uqtPUhTw/s320/DSC_0002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1 - Parenthood and a type A personality doesn't mix&lt;br /&gt;2 - When you think you are ready to leave the house, think again...&lt;br /&gt;3 - When you smell something funky in the car its most likely to be ALL over the baby&lt;br /&gt;4 - Change is your new constant&lt;br /&gt;5 - You don't need 8 hours of sleep to survive&lt;br /&gt;6 - It takes weeks instead of days to finish a new book&lt;br /&gt;7 - Laughter is a part of every day no matter how tough it is&lt;br /&gt;8 - It takes 5 days, instead of 30 minutes, to finish a post (ahem this one)&lt;br /&gt;9 - Working as a team with your spouse is more important than ever&lt;br /&gt;10 - Each new milestone, no matter how small, brings you closer to pushing your child out of the nest&lt;br /&gt;11 - Leaving the house messy is ok as long as you have a happy baby&lt;br /&gt;12 - Planning is a thing of the past&lt;br /&gt;13 - The books are NOT always right&lt;br /&gt;14 - Your baby isn't always like the books say&lt;br /&gt;15 - Um just throw out the books and go by your gut and advice from loved ones&lt;br /&gt;16 - The moments hen your baby looks at you with such love makes all the hard work that much more rewarding!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-5215013593894505392?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/5215013593894505392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=5215013593894505392' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/5215013593894505392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/5215013593894505392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2010/10/lessons-of-seven-month-parent.html' title='Lessons of a Seven Month Parent'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TMMmdcBHvsI/AAAAAAAAAtg/gr5uqtPUhTw/s72-c/DSC_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-5896769884215481064</id><published>2010-10-10T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T17:58:44.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Jazzercise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Feel like you need to lose a few? Don't have time to get in your exercise? Don't look any further than your own baby.&amp;nbsp;MOMERCISE!! Here is how it works...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TLJdUFKFjGI/AAAAAAAAAs8/5kPR9MHNtfI/s1600/DSC_0082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TLJdUFKFjGI/AAAAAAAAAs8/5kPR9MHNtfI/s400/DSC_0082.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Start with one baby who needs entertainment while you are cleaning the kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TLJcq3tNwMI/AAAAAAAAAss/TGJvaflLSZE/s1600/DSC_0073.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TLJcq3tNwMI/AAAAAAAAAss/TGJvaflLSZE/s400/DSC_0073.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Give her something to play with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TLJc0-1YiAI/AAAAAAAAAsw/2_v0LNKlMQI/s1600/DSC_0075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TLJc0-1YiAI/AAAAAAAAAsw/2_v0LNKlMQI/s400/DSC_0075.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Put away a dish, turn around, see "toy" on ground, hand it back, watch it go back on floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TLJfw7bhOfI/AAAAAAAAAtA/_-LMHoMnGvk/s1600/DSC_0078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TLJfw7bhOfI/AAAAAAAAAtA/_-LMHoMnGvk/s400/DSC_0078.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Give new "toy" watch while baby throws it on floor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TLJdKK_weYI/AAAAAAAAAs4/P2hmwjRdxcQ/s1600/DSC_0081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TLJdKK_weYI/AAAAAAAAAs4/P2hmwjRdxcQ/s400/DSC_0081.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Notice both "toys" on the ground, baby staring, hand them back, see them thrown...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so it will continue... lunge down grab toy, give back, turn around, put away dish, turn around, lunge for toy and continue for as long as it takes to clean the kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-5896769884215481064?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/5896769884215481064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=5896769884215481064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/5896769884215481064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/5896769884215481064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-jazzercise.html' title='The New Jazzercise'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TLJdUFKFjGI/AAAAAAAAAs8/5kPR9MHNtfI/s72-c/DSC_0082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-8676054150391043297</id><published>2010-10-10T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T17:29:28.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Never Ending To Do List</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.junkdrawerblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/windowslivewriterthetodolistmeme-117feto-do-list-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="176" src="http://www.junkdrawerblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/windowslivewriterthetodolistmeme-117feto-do-list-2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have always had a lot to do, but ever since we've had Mikayla it feels like the list is never ending. Those lazy Sundays with nothing to do are a thing of the past and I miss them. My days feel like a continuous cycle of things to do. I now I find myself starting a few different projects one after the other and then realizing I never finished the first project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I decided to do something different... it was time to put down the list. Last night when I finally sat down to watch a movie with Dhrumil my legs hurt and I couldn't figure out why. Sure I went apple picking, but it's not like I walked miles. Today I realized the same thing and then it hit me... I haven't sat down all weekend. I have been going from one thing to the other and haven't stopped. Today at 3pm I decided to stop. Of course all things Mikayla never stop BUT I decided my straightening up of the house was done, the laundry that needing folding could stay in a pile another day and all of the other house projects that tend to throw themselves in my way were ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels good... letting go. Can I do it again? Not sure. But I do know one thing... I will try to not let my to do list control me again. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-8676054150391043297?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/8676054150391043297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=8676054150391043297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/8676054150391043297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/8676054150391043297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2010/10/never-ending-to-do-list.html' title='The Never Ending To Do List'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-6346445253507619499</id><published>2010-10-06T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T16:44:16.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Saga</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; 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font-size: 13px;"&gt;Him: Baby sleeping?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Me: Not really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Him:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;You sleeping?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Me: Nope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Me: Well she sleeps through the night every few days or so… not sure what’s going on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Him: It’s called the baby syndrome, not much you can do about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;And there it is… I needed that as my AHA moment! This is what it is... so I'll just deal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TK0JNMl6JaI/AAAAAAAAAso/F48cmGV4i0s/s1600/DSC_0001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TK0JNMl6JaI/AAAAAAAAAso/F48cmGV4i0s/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-6346445253507619499?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/6346445253507619499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=6346445253507619499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/6346445253507619499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/6346445253507619499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2010/10/sleep-saga.html' title='Sleep Saga'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TK0JNMl6JaI/AAAAAAAAAso/F48cmGV4i0s/s72-c/DSC_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-9117085778394467493</id><published>2010-09-13T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T17:04:36.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tale of Two Thumbs</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TI67T-GobaI/AAAAAAAAAsc/E0oXyuHCZjA/s1600/DSC_0034.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TI67T-GobaI/AAAAAAAAAsc/E0oXyuHCZjA/s320/DSC_0034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Thumbs&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;And so the story goes. Dhrumil likes vegetables… after all he is a vegetarian. He has wanted a device that would aid him in creating vegetables of the same size for a plethora of recipes. So, on his last Target run he picked up a mandolin. First thing he said to me when I came home from work “I bought a vegetable slicer and I’m so excited!” My reply? “Don’t cut yourself!” For as all good Food Network watchers know… mandolins can be deadly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;The next day Dhrumil wanted a sandwhich and was excited by the prospects of having the same size veggies to build his masterpiece. While he started to use the mandolin I thought to myself (actually I thought I said this out loud, but I was very tired and speaking was too much of an effort at that point) DON’T CUT YOURSELF! Well what do you know, one minute later Dhrumil was holding his thumb over the sink, blood was pouring out and after putting the baby down I helped him wrap his wound.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Fast forward to the next morning. Behold Dhrumil sitting at the table, mandolin in hand, vegetables in the other. He was working on a pasta salad for the six month birthday picnic we were going to have for Mikayla later that day. I thought it was both stupid and gutsy to once again battle the mandolin and of course I said (this time out loud… I think) Don’t cut yourself. Well I popped my head in to check on the baby as she slept and after turning back around I noticed Dhrumil once again with his finger over that sink. This time it was the other thumb. This time it did not stop bleeding and this time we made a nice trip to the ER. Dhrumil in pj pants and paper towel covering his wound, me unshowered and a happy baby in the backseat. Dhrumil got “second skin” placed on his severed thumb and a new band aide on his other thumb, the mandolin got sent to the garbage, and I got button up duty on Dhrumil’s shirts for the rest of the week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-9117085778394467493?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/9117085778394467493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=9117085778394467493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/9117085778394467493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/9117085778394467493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2010/09/tale-of-two-thumbs.html' title='A Tale of Two Thumbs'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TI67T-GobaI/AAAAAAAAAsc/E0oXyuHCZjA/s72-c/DSC_0034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-8405639686419003172</id><published>2010-09-11T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T09:25:09.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halfway there</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TIw3IiW6sjI/AAAAAAAAAsE/MuqOE5tgqAY/s1600/DSC_0065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="278" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TIw3IiW6sjI/AAAAAAAAAsE/MuqOE5tgqAY/s400/DSC_0065.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little baby is six months old! I can't believe I'm saying that. Just today I was sorting through her clothes and sadly putting away the ones she can no longer fit (secretly hoping a little sister will someday where them again) and taking out the outfits I used to think were huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current stats:&lt;br /&gt;Height: 26 1/4 inches... 50-75%&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 15.5 pounds... 25-50%&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion? She is almost too long for 6 month onesie pjs with feet, but she doesn't have enough rolls to totally fill them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does Mikayla like to do in her free time?&lt;br /&gt;- Roll from one side of the room to the other&lt;br /&gt;- Eat squash&lt;br /&gt;- Eat rice cereal&lt;br /&gt;- Talk about life (gooo gaaa baaa maa daaa)&lt;br /&gt;- Hang out with Gram Gram during the day&lt;br /&gt;- Have a HUGE smile for mommy when she comes home from work&lt;br /&gt;- Laugh at the dog&lt;br /&gt;- Pull her socks off&lt;br /&gt;- Laugh at daddy&lt;br /&gt;- Stare&lt;br /&gt;- Laugh at mommy&lt;br /&gt;- Be moody&lt;br /&gt;- Laugh at... who knows what she's laughing at&lt;br /&gt;- Play in her pack and play by herself&lt;br /&gt;- Sleep through the night (um yeah well maybe for a few weeks and then not and then yes, but wait maybe not.... ever changing!)&lt;br /&gt;- Want to play with anything that isn't a toy&lt;br /&gt;- Pull dishes and different items off the table while mommy and daddy try to eat (ketchup, place mats)&lt;br /&gt;- So much more!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/THKdAJ2vSRI/AAAAAAAAArs/YU53ZZCAu6I/s1600/DSC_0007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/THKdAJ2vSRI/AAAAAAAAArs/YU53ZZCAu6I/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dad dedicating Mikayla&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend we had a service to dedicate Mikayla to God and also to commission Christina and Clinton as they headed off to Ecuador. What a blessing the service was! With family and friends there to support us, a mom who put everything together and a talented father who did the music, this night will always hold a special place in my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="yiv899402262MsoNormal" style="display: block; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; line-height: 16px;"&gt;At my own dedication my dad sang a song he had written and&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1282579348_4" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;Saturday night&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;he sang the same song for our sweet Mikayla. It was such a special moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv899402262MsoNormal" style="display: block; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv899402262MsoNormal" style="display: block; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;The night before I was listening to a tape recording of my&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1282579348_5" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;baby dedication&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;and hearing all the pastor had said brought tears to my eyes… he prayed I would know God and I do! What an amazing thing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv899402262MsoNormal" style="display: block; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv899402262MsoNormal" style="display: block; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;I pray that Mikayla will come to know and love God as we do. I pray that Dhrumil and I can uphold the vows we took and give our child completely to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv899402262MsoNormal" style="display: block; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-16253" style="font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv899402262MsoNormal" style="display: block; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;Pslams 139:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: normal;"&gt;For you created my inmost being;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;you knit me together in my mother's womb.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;your works are wonderful,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I know that full well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My frame was not hidden from you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;when I was made in the secret place.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;When I was woven together in the depths of the earth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;your eyes saw my unformed body.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;All the days ordained for me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;were written in your book&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; 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font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TGnlZM6bhhI/AAAAAAAAArc/G3DcwHDuIsw/s1600/DSC_0065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="187" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TGnlZM6bhhI/AAAAAAAAArc/G3DcwHDuIsw/s200/DSC_0065.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;Today marks a new chapter in my sister’s life… she now lives in Ecuador! Christina and her husband Clinton are going to be teaching at an international high school in Ecuador ’s capital of&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1282007738_0" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: rgb(54, 99, 136); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 2px; cursor: pointer; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;Quito&lt;/span&gt;. Although I am excited for them and the many amazing experiences they are going to have I am already missing my sister (and of course Clinton) so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv482098770MsoNormal" style="display: block; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv482098770MsoNormal" style="display: block; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;I have been extremely blessed with an amazing sister who is also my best friend. She is a gentle spirit who listens when I have to vent, who says just the right thing when I’m feeling down and who I know always has my back… no matter what. Though she is my&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1282007738_1" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;little sister&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;I look up to her in many ways and am always astounded by the confidence she has as she faces new challenges in life. Though College put distance between us for 6 years we were finally again in the same place. I have loved having both her and Clinton living just a train ride away in the city and will miss visiting them every few weekends. I am also going to miss having them here to watch Mikayla grow. I have promised to put a picture of Christina in Mikayla’s room and speak her name daily!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv482098770MsoNormal" style="display: block; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv482098770MsoNormal" style="display: block; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;I will miss you my sister, but know you are off to do&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1282007738_2" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-color: initial; border-bottom-style: none; border-bottom-width: initial; cursor: pointer; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;amazing things&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv482098770MsoNormal" style="display: block; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TGnloKIJnqI/AAAAAAAAArk/9t_UMFQH_tk/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TGnloKIJnqI/AAAAAAAAArk/9t_UMFQH_tk/s400/DSC_0006.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv482098770MsoNormal" style="display: block; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;If you want to follow their adventures in&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1282007738_3" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(54, 99, 136); border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-width: 2px; cursor: pointer; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;Ecuador&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;check out &lt;a href="http://www.clintonandchristina.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ten Confianza&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-2304567538160017184?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/2304567538160017184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=2304567538160017184' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/2304567538160017184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/2304567538160017184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2010/08/missing-sister.html' title='Missing a Sister'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TGnlZM6bhhI/AAAAAAAAArc/G3DcwHDuIsw/s72-c/DSC_0065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-1430651368720070384</id><published>2010-08-16T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T09:40:34.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Who</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TGni8AP-J8I/AAAAAAAAArU/2DXputO6FWc/s1600/DSC_0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TGni8AP-J8I/AAAAAAAAArU/2DXputO6FWc/s320/DSC_0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv482098770MsoNormal" style="display: block; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.2em; margin: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;Two big developments that I must note with my sweet pea…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv482098770MsoNormal" style="display: block; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.2em; margin: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv482098770MsoNormal" style="display: block; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.2em; margin: 0px 0px 0px 0.5in; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;She is sitting by herself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv482098770MsoNormal" style="display: block; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.2em; margin: 0px 0px 0px 0.5in; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;She turns when you call her name!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv482098770MsoNormal" style="display: block; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.2em; margin: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv482098770MsoNormal" style="display: block; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.2em; margin: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;In conclusion? Mikayla is BRILLIANT! I am such a proud mother telling anyone who will listen (or pretends to listen) about her accomplishments!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv482098770MsoNormal" style="display: block; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.2em; margin: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv482098770MsoNormal" style="display: block; font-family: arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.2em; margin: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;I leave this highly intelligent post with my new favorite quote that I heard over the weekend… “Having a child is like getting a tattoo on your face… you have to be fully committed” HA! Isn't that the truth!?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-1430651368720070384?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/1430651368720070384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=1430651368720070384' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/1430651368720070384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/1430651368720070384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2010/08/look-who.html' title='Look Who'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TGni8AP-J8I/AAAAAAAAArU/2DXputO6FWc/s72-c/DSC_0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-92873352193368735</id><published>2010-08-08T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T19:00:23.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grass</title><content type='html'>This afternoon I took Mikayla outside to do a 5 month photo shoot. First off her mood was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TF9ffO-lowI/AAAAAAAAArM/SWjACDdgYeQ/s1600/DSC_0048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TF9ffO-lowI/AAAAAAAAArM/SWjACDdgYeQ/s320/DSC_0048.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And while all I was asking of her was to smile...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TF9fdNAnZrI/AAAAAAAAArE/07wImBMWbGA/s1600/DSC_0047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TF9fdNAnZrI/AAAAAAAAArE/07wImBMWbGA/s320/DSC_0047.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;She was more interested in touching the green stuff...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TF9fUPR2I-I/AAAAAAAAAqc/wjlvM_vNGCk/s1600/DSC_0032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TF9fUPR2I-I/AAAAAAAAAqc/wjlvM_vNGCk/s320/DSC_0032.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And after numerous attempts to show her the camera was more fun to look at instead of grass...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TF9fXys-ZvI/AAAAAAAAAqs/IBZB0O00W2E/s1600/DSC_0036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TF9fXys-ZvI/AAAAAAAAAqs/IBZB0O00W2E/s320/DSC_0036.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I gave up...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TF9fZh4wGDI/AAAAAAAAAq0/swdLEkIwo_E/s1600/DSC_0037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TF9fZh4wGDI/AAAAAAAAAq0/swdLEkIwo_E/s320/DSC_0037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And let her enjoy her first true experience of running her fingers through the grass...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TF9fbWtmLAI/AAAAAAAAAq8/eUppfzocwE8/s1600/DSC_0038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TF9fbWtmLAI/AAAAAAAAAq8/eUppfzocwE8/s320/DSC_0038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-92873352193368735?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/92873352193368735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=92873352193368735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/92873352193368735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/92873352193368735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2010/08/grass.html' title='Grass'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TF9ffO-lowI/AAAAAAAAArM/SWjACDdgYeQ/s72-c/DSC_0048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-7958640008580490928</id><published>2010-08-08T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T18:44:14.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TF9bUIZgBgI/AAAAAAAAAqM/oZVbHPbUh6Q/s1600/DSC_0042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="264" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TF9bUIZgBgI/AAAAAAAAAqM/oZVbHPbUh6Q/s400/DSC_0042.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv630136072yiv1815792852msonormal" style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv630136072yiv1815792852msonormal" style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv630136072yiv1815792852msonormal" style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Mikayla at 5 months... there is so much more but these are the first that come to mind:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv630136072yiv1815792852msonormal" style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;VERY vocal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv630136072yiv1815792852msonormal" style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Knows what she wants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv630136072yiv1815792852msonormal" style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;If you take something away from her (for example the dog’s leash) she cries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv630136072yiv1815792852msonormal" style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;She really wants to sit and gets frustrated when she can’t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv630136072yiv1815792852msonormal" style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;She likes to give me “kisses” by smashing her whole face into mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv630136072yiv1815792852msonormal" style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;She just started rice cereal a few days ago and seems to like it though it’s super messy and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv630136072yiv1815792852msonormal" style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;she wants to hold the spoon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv630136072yiv1815792852msonormal" style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;She loves to blow spit bubbles and has to concentrate to do so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv630136072yiv1815792852msonormal" style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;She is still loving her baths&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv630136072yiv1815792852msonormal" style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;She LOVES plastic cups and will lay there and crunch them for long periods of time (my&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv630136072yiv1815792852msonormal" style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;mom discovered this and now you can find cups all over the house)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv630136072yiv1815792852msonormal" style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;She giggles when we run around like fools&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv630136072yiv1815792852msonormal" style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;She enjoys walks and will smile and talk while we push her around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv630136072yiv1815792852msonormal" style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;If she’s not in the mood to smile she will just stare at you with an indifferent look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv630136072yiv1815792852msonormal" style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;She does a cute little shy thing at random times with new people and puts her head down and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv630136072yiv1815792852msonormal" style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;smiles from the side of her face with her eyes looking up…I think she is flirting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv630136072yiv1815792852msonormal" style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;She holds onto EVERYTHING… earrings, hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv630136072yiv1815792852msonormal" style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;- &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; She is starting make it known that she wants me around :) good and bad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv630136072yiv1815792852msonormal" style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;She enjoys sucking her toes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv630136072yiv1815792852msonormal" style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0.5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; 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font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TFtrddYIMQI/AAAAAAAAAp0/CRczXycCLwc/s1600/DSC_0020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="clear: right; color: black; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TFtrddYIMQI/AAAAAAAAAp0/CRczXycCLwc/s320/DSC_0020.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;div class="yiv278896900yiv1815792852msonormal" style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Dhrumil’s birthday was on Sunday and celebrating it with a baby is something new. We have already had a birthday with&amp;nbsp;&lt;span id="yiv278896900lw_1281038519_0" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv278896900yshortcuts" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1281059566_0" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;Mikayla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;around, but that was when she was 15 days old. Needless to say we were both pretty wiped and though we tried to make the best of it I didn’t feel like the queen for the day because my exhaustion of caring for a newborn took over the need to feel pampered all day (which is what I think should happen on your birthday!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="yiv278896900yiv1815792852msonormal" style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv278896900yiv1815792852msonormal" style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;Dhrumil and I have a running joke that something always life changing happens around his birthday and we never celebrate it the way we would like. This year I was determined to make Dhrumil’s day special and though my intentions were honorable the day ended up being exhausting. Fortunately we laughed about it instead of getting frustrated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv278896900yiv1815792852msonormal" style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TFtrjw1F5aI/AAAAAAAAAp8/D3Ei9_Bf9K8/s1600/DSC_0035.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TFtrjw1F5aI/AAAAAAAAAp8/D3Ei9_Bf9K8/s320/DSC_0035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Zebra Shirt and Zebra behind us&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="yiv278896900yiv1815792852msonormal" style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;Instead of&amp;nbsp;&lt;span id="yiv278896900lw_1281038519_1" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv278896900yshortcuts" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;breakfast in bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;and letting Dhrumil sleep in, a crabby Mikayla spent time with daddy while I tried to whip up breakfast. After breakfast and hoping Mikayla’s morning nap would turn her around we headed to the Bronx zoo excited by the “cool” weather (15 degrees cooler than it had been most of the summer) and excited to see Mikayla’s reaction to the animals. Well the first 10 minutes at the zoo were enjoyable. After that we were introduced to life with a stroller. Most exhibits you had to leave the stroller outside. So it went like this… navigate through the HUNDREDS of strollers, park ours, take baby out, take out both cameras we smartly brought,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span id="yiv278896900lw_1281038519_2" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="yiv278896900yshortcuts" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1281059566_1" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;diaper bag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and anything else in stroller and drape it over us, go into JAM PACKED exhibit stare at a few monkeys, wonder if Mikayla even noticed them, leave and find stroller, put all the stuff back under it, put baby back in, navigate our way out of the stroller parking lot and while baby screams search map for Zebras since baby has Zebra shirt on and we MUST get a picture BY THE ZEBRA! Our sweet daughter did NOT want to be in the stroller (normally her favorite place to be) and so I carried her, while Dhrumil pushed the stroller with the cameras in the seat instead of the baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv278896900yiv1815792852msonormal" style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv278896900yiv1815792852msonormal" style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;After seeing 3 or 4 different animals (including the ZEBRAs!) we decided to grab a bite to eat before Mikayla was hungry. Dripping with sweat we maneuvered through the HUNDREDS of people where we found a table and while Dhrumil went to grab unhealthy snacks I sat with a&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1281059566_2" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;fussy baby&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;and batted away about 20 pigeons who were all trying to grab the lone French fry left under our table. After shoving the food in our mouths because the baby was close to screaming we made our way as fast as we could to try to find a quiet place for me to nurse Mikayla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv278896900yiv1815792852msonormal" style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv278896900yiv1815792852msonormal" style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;**DISCLAIMER I have not nursed in public because the situation hasn’t come up or I haven’t let it and needless to say I wish I had started earlier because this next part of the story might have been different**&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv278896900yiv1815792852msonormal" style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv278896900yiv1815792852msonormal" style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Every bench we saw I thought was too exposed and after walking half the Zoo again we ended up ironically by the Zebras where I felt I could relax enough to fed my screaming child. Well… all went well for about 2 minuets then Mikayla started screaming for some unknown reason trying to pull the cover off and at the same moment about 20 people walked by and all stared at me. Needless to say I told Dhrumil this would NOT work I NEEDED to go into the car and so we basically ran out of the Zoo and decided that we had enough after 2 hours. So what if we weren’t able to stick Mikayla’s head in the bug cut out… another time perhaps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv278896900yiv1815792852msonormal" style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="yiv278896900yiv1815792852msonormal" style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;The rest of the day went better with lunch on Arthur Ave (a mix of Mafia and&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1281059566_3" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;Puerto Rico&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;) a&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1281059566_4" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;surprise birthday party&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;(where my wonderful friends brought the cake and ice cream) and then a baby who fell asleep with a little sigh and her sour face turned sweet. &amp;nbsp;Happy Birthday Husband! Maybe next year it will be a little less chaotic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TFtrpDVW-LI/AAAAAAAAAqE/5MyPb_D0q-g/s1600/DSC_0003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TFtrpDVW-LI/AAAAAAAAAqE/5MyPb_D0q-g/s400/DSC_0003.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;End of a LONG day&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="yiv278896900yiv1815792852msonormal" style="display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 1.2em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-8465907274538079508?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/8465907274538079508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=8465907274538079508' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/8465907274538079508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/8465907274538079508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2010/08/birthday-with-baby.html' title='Birthday With a Baby'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TFtrddYIMQI/AAAAAAAAAp0/CRczXycCLwc/s72-c/DSC_0020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-3843510593932032765</id><published>2010-08-03T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T18:42:31.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop and Hear the Locusts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TFjEvjG55MI/AAAAAAAAAps/UITy6Q_uulM/s1600/DSC_0003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TFjEvjG55MI/AAAAAAAAAps/UITy6Q_uulM/s400/DSC_0003.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;When is that last time you stopped and heard the Locusts? This past weekend I had two instances where I noticed little examples of needing to slow down.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;The first was with the flowers I have by the back door. I usually just rush past them, but for some reason I took notice and realized they were in desperate need of water. After watering them they left my mind until the next day… while rushing by again I was stopped dead in my tracks by their beauty and how alive they looked. Wow… never realized how much water does for plants.... yes DUH I knew this, but it took me that second to stop and look to really see what a little watering can do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;The other instance was while walking Mikayla and Willoughby … not until the very end of our walk did I realize the LOUD buzzing of the locusts which to me signifies the heart of Summer… wow I thought… I had no clue they were around now. I had to again STOP (I stopped because the dog was sniffing) and take time to look around my surroundings.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Guess plants and locusts gave me my life lesson for the weekend. Today I am going to make sure I take a few moments to stop, observe, and thank God for all He has given me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-3843510593932032765?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/3843510593932032765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=3843510593932032765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/3843510593932032765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/3843510593932032765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2010/08/stop-and-hear-locusts.html' title='Stop and Hear the Locusts'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TFjEvjG55MI/AAAAAAAAAps/UITy6Q_uulM/s72-c/DSC_0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-1418274487333935355</id><published>2010-07-31T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T18:49:15.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On My Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;I want to know if all women who become mothers also become big saps or is it just me!? First of all having&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1280624541_0" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;Mikayla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;seems like yesterday. I keep replaying the amazing experience I had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1280624541_1" style="line-height: 1.2em; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial;"&gt;giving birth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;over and over again in my mind. I keep thinking… I can’t believe I did that, I can’t believe she came from me, that was the most incredible experience of my life, I’ve never felt so close to Dhrumil, I’ve never seen my body work that way and so on… Will it ever get old!? Will the experience ever fade away!? Granted she has only been here for 5 months, but most of the time I feel like it has been so much longer. Maybe I will be done processing what happened in 9 months. It took her 9 months to get here, 9 months to get mentally prepared to be a mother, 9 months to be ready to give birth naturally. The actual birth was pretty fast though… 9 months to create her, but only 12 hours for her to come into the world and then BOOM parents.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TFTQCpjscMI/AAAAAAAAApk/kLrVOglR4mo/s1600/DSC_0015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TFTQCpjscMI/AAAAAAAAApk/kLrVOglR4mo/s320/DSC_0015.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;Last night I was watching the video of when she was first born… crying. Today I was reading my &lt;a href="http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-my-life-changed.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;birth experience&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;…crying. Her first smile…sniff. Her first laugh…sniff sniff. The moment we shared last week when I came home… she smiled and cooed and looked at me with SUCH love… bring on the water works. Sigh. I guess that’s what I have to look forward to… finding joy in each new milestone… joy that makes me cry… joy that makes me proud… joy that makes me who I am. Thank you Mikayla Rose for giving me the experience of being your mommy! Where are the tissues?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-1418274487333935355?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/1418274487333935355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=1418274487333935355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/1418274487333935355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/1418274487333935355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2010/07/on-my-mind.html' title='On My Mind'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TFTQCpjscMI/AAAAAAAAApk/kLrVOglR4mo/s72-c/DSC_0015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-6424089741210232808</id><published>2010-07-24T10:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T15:18:05.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shrek Baby</title><content type='html'>It's strange... ever since Dhrumil and I have had Mikayla it feels like a whole new world has opened up. We notice the hundreds of babies in our town, we discuss the strollers we pass, Dhrumil points out a rain cover he would like for our stroller, I immediately go to the baby section in Target and search for items that we "need" for Mikayla. Our once somewhat orderly lives have been rocked and our minds have now expanded to add a baby only section. This morning Dhrumil remarked that now that we have a cleaning lady it seems like our house is even messier than before. I had to explain this isn't the case! Our house is CLEANER but Mikayla's things are just taking over. BTW the cleaning lady is such a treat while I'm working... I now don't have to worry about major cleaning on the weekends and can take that time to spend with Mikayla... such a relief!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because of our baby brains last weekend while watching Shrek 3 on TV as the last scene came up and showed the little ogre babies sleeping in their crib. Both Dhrumil and I simultaneously cried... "THAT's MIKAYLA" :) No she is not green BUT they had the same sweet sleeping expression. Unfortunately I couldn't find a picture of the sleeping ogres so the picture below will have to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://allisonwonder.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/1198151483_shrek_the_halls_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 282px;" src="http://allisonwonder.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/1198151483_shrek_the_halls_3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TEtmMBpwWKI/AAAAAAAAAo8/YV9gnH9_Dlc/s1600/DSC_0003.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/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TEtmMBpwWKI/AAAAAAAAAo8/YV9gnH9_Dlc/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497600126923856034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-6424089741210232808?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/6424089741210232808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=6424089741210232808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/6424089741210232808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/6424089741210232808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2010/07/shrek-baby.html' title='Shrek Baby'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TEtmMBpwWKI/AAAAAAAAAo8/YV9gnH9_Dlc/s72-c/DSC_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-5692799863768766069</id><published>2010-07-08T11:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T11:30:16.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stats Are In</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TDYYYxIVp1I/AAAAAAAAAo0/d8viGh1B3Yk/s1600/IMG_0238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TDYYYxIVp1I/AAAAAAAAAo0/d8viGh1B3Yk/s400/IMG_0238.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491603609409136466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4 MONTHS OLD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Height: 25 inches (75%) aka... she will be taller than me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Weight: 13 pounds 9 ounces (50%) aka... Mommy's food is working!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Head Circumference: 41 (50%) aka... she will fit hats made for her month&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-5692799863768766069?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/5692799863768766069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=5692799863768766069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/5692799863768766069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/5692799863768766069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2010/07/stats-are-in.html' title='The Stats Are In'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TDYYYxIVp1I/AAAAAAAAAo0/d8viGh1B3Yk/s72-c/IMG_0238.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-4129012479213219599</id><published>2010-07-08T10:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T10:48:23.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Duck to Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TDYPD8ch_NI/AAAAAAAAAos/dpQXyQDDduQ/s1600/Scan+2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TDYPD8ch_NI/AAAAAAAAAos/dpQXyQDDduQ/s400/Scan+2.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491593356064718034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My first swim at 4 months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TDYOsxpEJpI/AAAAAAAAAok/uSjpX75U3CQ/s400/IMG_0213.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491592958027507346" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mikayla's first swim at 4 months&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-4129012479213219599?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/4129012479213219599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=4129012479213219599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/4129012479213219599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/4129012479213219599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2010/07/duck-to-water.html' title='A Duck to Water'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TDYPD8ch_NI/AAAAAAAAAos/dpQXyQDDduQ/s72-c/Scan+2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-8237143436027665954</id><published>2010-07-06T12:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T12:53:16.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Months Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TDOGE9WizwI/AAAAAAAAAoU/ZjqvhPE6W2Y/s1600/DSC_0067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TDOGE9WizwI/AAAAAAAAAoU/ZjqvhPE6W2Y/s320/DSC_0067.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490879790441484034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today I had a small anxiety attack... I haven't touched the baby book in about 6 weeks!!! Every time Mikayla does something new I make a mental note to add it to the baby book and sadly the way my brain has been lately I have forgotten to write it all down. I hope when Mikayla is old enough to be interested in her baby self she wont shun me for not writing down the date and time she first stuck her toe in her mouth. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully she can look back on this blog and get some insight into her cuteness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mikayla at 4 months...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- The sweet cooing has turned into loud squeals of delight and displeasure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- She had her foot in her mouth the past two days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- She is MUCH more insistent and likes to vocalize when she wants something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- She holds onto everything... including my hair and earrings &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- The whole sleeping thing has become more difficult... the past few week she has been waking up multiple times... not sure what that is all about&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Her laughter is the sweetest sound and on the 4th of July she actually SMILED FOR THE CAMERA! I couldn't believe it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are so many more things and as I stare at her right now trying to think of them all I know is that I love her so much and can't get enough of kissing her sweet chunky cheeks. Stats to come on Thursday... dreading the shots!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-8237143436027665954?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/8237143436027665954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=8237143436027665954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/8237143436027665954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/8237143436027665954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2010/07/4-months-old.html' title='4 Months Old'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TDOGE9WizwI/AAAAAAAAAoU/ZjqvhPE6W2Y/s72-c/DSC_0067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-4958706557069892794</id><published>2010-07-06T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T12:31:46.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope the 4th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TDOEOafZEHI/AAAAAAAAAoM/YmWzA2lbhZo/s1600/IMG_0217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TDOEOafZEHI/AAAAAAAAAoM/YmWzA2lbhZo/s400/IMG_0217.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490877753858789490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;             Was relaxing for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-4958706557069892794?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/4958706557069892794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=4958706557069892794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/4958706557069892794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/4958706557069892794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2010/07/hope-4th.html' title='Hope the 4th'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TDOEOafZEHI/AAAAAAAAAoM/YmWzA2lbhZo/s72-c/IMG_0217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-5465445485323084298</id><published>2010-06-28T18:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T19:00:11.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight for mommy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TClO_RnsI_I/AAAAAAAAAoE/Bqoe1hY8npU/s320/IMG_0547.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488004469896258546" /&gt;Dear Mikayla Rose,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week something very important is happening. Mommy is going to see Eclipse on opening day. She already has tickets and since she loves the book she can't wait to see the movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes it may be a little silly to you and yes she may be a little old for the Twighlight books and movies, but she really likes them! She loved the books so much that she actually read them all in two weeks. She is also very excited for a girls night which she hasn't had since you were born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's the thing. The movie isn't until 8pm and mommy usually goes to bed pretty early so this is going to be a stretch. Do you think maybe you could &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sleep through the night tonight and tomorrow so she can store up her energy to watch the movie? She would really like to see it while awake and alert instead of groggy and grouchy. And as much as she LOVES to see your sweet face at all hours it would help to have a few more hours of deep sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks so much for understanding Mikayla. Your mommy knows this whole sleeping through the night thing isn't always possible and she appreciates any effort you can make. She should probably stop typing now and go to sleep incase you do decide to wake up sometime soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Love YOU! Love Mommy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TClO_KeaLbI/AAAAAAAAAn8/a6H6eixxL3o/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488004467978284466" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-5465445485323084298?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/5465445485323084298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=5465445485323084298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/5465445485323084298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/5465445485323084298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2010/06/twilight-for-mommy.html' title='Twilight for mommy'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TClO_RnsI_I/AAAAAAAAAoE/Bqoe1hY8npU/s72-c/IMG_0547.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-3000850153075659179</id><published>2010-06-20T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T15:41:34.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Father</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TB6Tr9VCnuI/AAAAAAAAAn0/c6FXuU1HOag/s1600/DSC_0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TB6Tr9VCnuI/AAAAAAAAAn0/c6FXuU1HOag/s400/DSC_0033.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484983779590315746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whenever I thought about my future husband one of the first things that came to mind... would he be a good father? I remember looking at boys thinking... would we make cute children? How would he be as a daddy? Maybe it's just something that's wired in girls to think.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the beginning of our relationship I knew Dhrumil would make an amazing daddy... I also thought we would probably make cute kids. ;-) Watching Dhrumil these past three months has been so much fun. He has taken the role as a new father incredibly well and it feels like he has always been one. He knows how to comfort Mikayla when she is crying, how to make her laugh, how to change her poopy diapers and how to talk to her in a way that has her cooing up a storm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a blessing to have such an amazing man in our life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-3000850153075659179?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/3000850153075659179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=3000850153075659179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/3000850153075659179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/3000850153075659179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-father.html' title='A New Father'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TB6Tr9VCnuI/AAAAAAAAAn0/c6FXuU1HOag/s72-c/DSC_0033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-5052846641284123248</id><published>2010-06-09T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T14:37:09.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Table</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TBAGhz8q7VI/AAAAAAAAAns/qEXcUpZt_do/s1600/DSC_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TBAGhz8q7VI/AAAAAAAAAns/qEXcUpZt_do/s320/DSC_0026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480887924460023122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the story...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the past few weeks Dhrumil has made it his mission to search for a patio set for our backyard. He has been on the computer looking at all the deals he can find and he's even gone to a few stores to scope out the goods. Saturday night he found a table he thought I would like at Lowes and since they do not do free shipping he thought we could take a field trip 40 minutes away to a Lowes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday morning came and Dhrumil found out that Lowes was open at 7am! How exciting for parents who now wake up around 6:30am EVERY day. He thought if we drove to Lowes at 8am we could make it back in an hour or so and make it to church. So we jumped in the car, found Lowes, decided on a table and though it seemed a bit large we decided it would fit on the roof of our car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;** Quick HISTORY of the roof ** Dhrumil has become a pro at strapping things onto the roof of our car. In order... futon, BIG comfy chair from Ikea, mattress, christmas trees, 5 drawer dresser (all the way from Indiana!!!) **&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because of our history with the roof of the car we thought a flat box would be nothing. WE WERE WRONG. Things that went wrong...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Dhrumil realized he didnt have his nifty straps and only had rope and so as he weaved the rope in and out of the car and over the box I sat in the car with Mikayla and nursed her, burped her and changed her poopy diaper... fun times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. After applying the rope I thought it would be nice to stop at Home Depot and grab the chairs we wanted since we were driving past... BAD idea... the chairs didn't fit in the car so Dhrumil had to return them 5 minutes later... I was again in the car and at this point Mikayla was crying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. On the highway we heard a big bang, got off and went to a gas station... the front of the box popped open, Dhrumil bought a role of duck tape and proceeded to tape up the box with the WHOLE role... meanwhile Mikayla was crying harder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. We got back on the highway and after about a mile a truck drove by us honking and yelling while pointing. Looking in the mirror I noticed the box moving back and forth... we got off again at the mall where I then went to eat Chinese food with a happy Mikayla and Dhrumil went in search of something to secure the box on the roof. He found it and while securing the box I ate Hagendas Ice Cream with a happy Mikayla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. We all got back into the car with a now secure box on the roof and for the drive home we had unhappy Mikayla with an icky diaper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moral of the story? We need an SUV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-5052846641284123248?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/5052846641284123248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=5052846641284123248' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/5052846641284123248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/5052846641284123248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2010/06/table.html' title='The Table'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TBAGhz8q7VI/AAAAAAAAAns/qEXcUpZt_do/s72-c/DSC_0026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-4883771340426152059</id><published>2010-06-02T18:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T18:45:29.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TAcIqYPt8RI/AAAAAAAAAnk/Cimk93dGQiI/s1600/DSC_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TAcIqYPt8RI/AAAAAAAAAnk/Cimk93dGQiI/s320/DSC_0027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478356995875402002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 16.0px; font: 12.0px Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;First day done, second day in progress. Yesterday was tough, but I got through it and felt proud. I think all the thoughts and prayers from friends really helped and I felt God’s presence guiding me. Today is tougher and I am waiting for 5pm to get here. Yesterday I felt like I saw Mikayla for a total of 2 minutes though in reality it was more like 4 hours. Since Mikayla isn’t used to taking a bottle all day long she woke up throughout the night wanting to eat and though I cherish the time with her I was exhausted when it came time to get ready for work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 16.0px; font: 12.0px Arial"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 16.0px; font: 12.0px Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 16.0px; font: 12.0px Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;One moment this morning made me think she might be feeling a tiny bit of what I am feeling. She uncharacteristically woke up crying at 6am. It wasn’t time for her to eat so Dhrumil went in and tried to soothe her back to sleep… she kept crying. He brought her into our room after a few more failed attempts to soothe her he handed her to me. Before seeing if she was hungry I decided to rock back and forth and hum a little. After a few seconds she quieted down and within a few minutes was dead asleep. I put her down beside me on our bed and with a start her eyes flew open, she looked at me and gave me the biggest smile before falling back asleep. She proceeded to sleep another hour and I just stared at the sweet smiles she had while sleeping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 16.0px; font: 12.0px Arial"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 16.0px; font: 12.0px Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 16.0px; font: 12.0px Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ever since that moment this morning the same thing has continued to play in my m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;ind… “I need my baby and my baby needs me” Right now I feel like I’m missing her moments and will never get them back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 15px; font-family:arial, helvetica, clean, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- display: block; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- display: block; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"    style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 1.2em; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-   font-family:Arial;font-size:10pt;color:initial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-4883771340426152059?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/4883771340426152059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=4883771340426152059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/4883771340426152059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/4883771340426152059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-baby.html' title='My Baby'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TAcIqYPt8RI/AAAAAAAAAnk/Cimk93dGQiI/s72-c/DSC_0027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-1574314431485524388</id><published>2010-05-31T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T14:17:08.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some would say I can be melodramatic when it comes to, well, life. :) Sometimes I look back at things and think to myself... why did I make such a big deal about that? I laugh at my wasted thoughts and effort it took to create them. This time though I don't think I'm over thinking and over feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is going to be one of my toughest days ever I think. I go back to work full time and leave my sweet baby for 9 hours a day. I am so blessed to have my mom to watch her for the summer, but I still have a pit in my stomach. We have been together since last June. We haven't been apart for more than 4 hours in almost a year and yet tomorrow will mark the separation that I have been dreading from the beginning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never knew it would be this hard to leave...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TAPolzefjWI/AAAAAAAAAnU/6SdT_ILNOXo/s320/DSC_0014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477477307983564130" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-1574314431485524388?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/1574314431485524388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=1574314431485524388' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/1574314431485524388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/1574314431485524388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2010/05/some-would-say-i-can-be-melodramatic.html' title='Sadness'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TAPolzefjWI/AAAAAAAAAnU/6SdT_ILNOXo/s72-c/DSC_0014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-5604855698972673403</id><published>2010-05-28T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T15:02:51.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Black Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mikayla has been smiling so much this week. Her smiles illuminate all the way down to her toes and have the amazing power to stop both Dhrumil and I in our tracks. Through her smile I can see her sweet personality start to shine through and am excited to watch her develop into a little person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since Mikayla has come into existence Dhrumil and I have become a bit camera happy. That being said the moment she started to smile we couldn't wait to capture it on film. Well we haven't been very successful as demonstrated by exhibit A...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TAA4aTongnI/AAAAAAAAAm0/1iNninkcG2Q/s400/DSC_0027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476439171480912498" /&gt;Moments before this was taken Mikayla was smiling and cooing... and then came out the black thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes I have named the camera... the black thing. The only conclusion I can make is that Mikayla is unsure of the black thing and not a fan. She likes to smile at people and she likes to smile at her toys (maybe she thinks they are alive) but for all she know this black thing could be some alien and she will not grant it the pleasure of her lovely smile. Again you can see exhibit B below... same thing, we were having a fun smiling time and then out came the black thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TAA5w6rEoeI/AAAAAAAAAnE/FURlydZddiI/s320/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476440659428942306" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So we have come to the conclusion that if we want a smile we have to either do the sneak attack (one of us comes in from the other room with the camera ready while the other one distracts her) OR like you will see in exhibit C we have to hold the camera high above our heads and try to have her look at our faces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TAA5wYOQFhI/AAAAAAAAAm8/V0mr05ErBac/s320/DSC_0004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476440650181252626" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;It kinda works... :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-5604855698972673403?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/5604855698972673403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=5604855698972673403' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/5604855698972673403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/5604855698972673403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2010/05/black-thing.html' title='The Black Thing'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/TAA4aTongnI/AAAAAAAAAm0/1iNninkcG2Q/s72-c/DSC_0027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-6573945332032625199</id><published>2010-05-23T13:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T14:09:28.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part of Our Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S_mT0p5-tUI/AAAAAAAAAmo/pfNyLJgrWy0/s1600/DSC_0085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S_mT0p5-tUI/AAAAAAAAAmo/pfNyLJgrWy0/s400/DSC_0085.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474569354857067842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I was drying my hair this morning a realization came over me... we're kinda getting this "having another person in our family" thing down. Of course we have our difficult days with many more to come BUT from the stage of coming home from the hospital up until now we have grown leaps and bounds. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first Mikayla was our life... meaning we sat in the house trying to figure out what she needed before she needed it. We would jump at every little sound and fall into bed at night not knowing how many times we would be up. Now she is part of our life... we can bring her places and feel comfortable doing it, I can take a shower and know she is napping, Dhrumil and I can have time together and know she is enjoying herself in her bouncy chair and though the whole sleeping through the night thing hasn't happened yet, we are not nearly as exhausted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has taken us almost three months to get here, but I'm so glad we've made it this far. I cherish those first two months though and the unknown of it all. My mom always said time flies and I now see it in how fast Mikayla is growing. I'm so excited to watch a little human grow, but I also want her to remain the little bitty baby who I held in my arms in the hospital. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-6573945332032625199?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/6573945332032625199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=6573945332032625199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/6573945332032625199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/6573945332032625199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=4086033015611784982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/4086033015611784982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/4086033015611784982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2010/05/mikayla-discovers-willoughby.html' title='Mikayla Discovers Willoughby'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-6200887578845994927</id><published>2010-05-12T15:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T15:14:23.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bunny Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-snDTxa4-I/AAAAAAAAAmg/REQbrHoyJQ8/s400/DSC_0008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470509110172247010" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;HIP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-smE7DHz1I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/aB80dE5wNT8/s400/DSC_0032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470508038383718226" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;HOP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-smEaunT7I/AAAAAAAAAmI/hKWpu5R178Q/s1600/DSC_0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-slrwUBObI/AAAAAAAAAlw/R9mOqJDwOgk/s1600/DSC_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-slrwUBObI/AAAAAAAAAlw/R9mOqJDwOgk/s400/DSC_0011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470507606005070258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;          &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;HEART&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-6200887578845994927?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-snDTxa4-I/AAAAAAAAAmg/REQbrHoyJQ8/s72-c/DSC_0008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-6163829923645029422</id><published>2010-05-10T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T11:44:26.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stories of Being a Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Two short stories to share... both of which are new experiences for me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#1 - First Date&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dhrumil got tickets for us to see Memphis on Broadway (an AMAZING show) and the plan was to drop Mikayla off at my sister's and then head to the show and dinner. Well being that my body is different now I didn't have anything to wear and I really wanted to feel like a hot wife and not a mommy and so I found a dress that made me feel just that. As we got ready that morning to go Mikayla had a few explosive diapers and so three outfits later we were off to NYC. Before heading to the show the plan was to nurse the baby so my sister would only have to feed her once. Well it ended up that a combo of spitup and messy baby eating got all over my dress and the stuff doesn't wash out with water. So instead of the hot wife I was again the mommy and after crying for a second (my poor brother in law has seen his share of hormonal pregnant/new mommyness breakdowns that I hope he still wants kids) and trying on my sister's dresses (we USED to be the same size) I left with Dhrumil with stains on my dress and tried to make the most of it. Though I did text my sister a few times we had a great time and I know next time will be even better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-hRaqQ4q-I/AAAAAAAAAlA/FbMUTm3HP10/s400/DSC_0179.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469711265905028066" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Can you se the stains?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#2 - First Shots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They say its bad, but I wasn't prepared for it being SO hard on me. There was my precious baby who hasn't felt pain laying on the Dr's table smiling at me and Dhrumil one second and the next a look of confusion and then the LOUDEST screaming I have heard her do. Her sweet little tears ran down her face as she had 3 more shots and as I was holding her hands her wailing was unbearable! When it was all over I held her in my arms and she slowly calmed down and once she was in her car seat she fell asleep and looked peaceful again. I'm glad she forgot about it so easily because once the car door was shut I started to sob and poor Dhrumil had to deal with yet another of his girls crying. :) Thankfully Mikayla has given me big smiles since and I am just waiting for the fussiness from the boosters to set in. I am not looking forward to all the other shots to come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a learning process this is for me! One lesson I'm not looking forward too... balancing my husband, baby and life along with working. More on that in three weeks. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-6163829923645029422?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/6163829923645029422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=6163829923645029422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/6163829923645029422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/6163829923645029422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2010/05/stories-of-being-mom.html' title='Stories of Being a Mom'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-hRaqQ4q-I/AAAAAAAAAlA/FbMUTm3HP10/s72-c/DSC_0179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-5417870490945078385</id><published>2010-05-10T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T11:25:35.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SMILE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-hPjy81MWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/X7j4kxsKnBs/s1600/DSC_0201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-hPjy81MWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/X7j4kxsKnBs/s400/DSC_0201.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469709223832400226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-5417870490945078385?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/5417870490945078385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=5417870490945078385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/5417870490945078385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/5417870490945078385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2010/05/smile.html' title='SMILE'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-hPjy81MWI/AAAAAAAAAk4/X7j4kxsKnBs/s72-c/DSC_0201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-4938533407428824519</id><published>2010-05-10T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T11:21:30.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-hJVHFIRYI/AAAAAAAAAkw/eyn6GRNVOX4/s1600/DSC_0178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-hJVHFIRYI/AAAAAAAAAkw/eyn6GRNVOX4/s400/DSC_0178.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469702374468109698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mikayla was two months old on Friday. I can't believe she has only been in our lives for such a short time... it feels like much longer. The other day I was asking Dhrumil what was the first thing he could remember us doing before I was pregnant... it took him a while. It's so hard to even think how it was before. Maybe it's because she has always been in my heart... the first child I was going to have. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we had our two month visit and one thing is clear right now... Mikayla is tall! She is 23 inches which is in the 75th percentile. She is exactly average though with her weight which is 11 pounds. Everything else is looking good and it is such a blessing to have a healthy baby! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mikayla is now smiling, cooing a little, enjoying her baby gym, following her mobile with extreme intensity and concentration, and trying to imitate her crazy parents as they say "ooo" "ahhh" and so on. :) She is such a good baby and is hardly ever fussy for which we are truly blessed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After 9 weeks it's hard to believe I could love Mikayla  more, but each new day I fall deeper and deeper in love with my daughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3dd9a164d971adc3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3dd9a164d971adc3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329911446%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1D6FA62224317D0A8ADDB4A8179CEC3317C758C.F322642C5FF6B53DA9734D063A9AD16AADB50C5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3dd9a164d971adc3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCF-NLR9VhZcgXiH5l-a2mWj4Oy4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3dd9a164d971adc3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329911446%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1D6FA62224317D0A8ADDB4A8179CEC3317C758C.F322642C5FF6B53DA9734D063A9AD16AADB50C5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3dd9a164d971adc3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCF-NLR9VhZcgXiH5l-a2mWj4Oy4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-4938533407428824519?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/4938533407428824519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=4938533407428824519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/4938533407428824519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/4938533407428824519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2010/05/two-months.html' title='Two Months'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-hJVHFIRYI/AAAAAAAAAkw/eyn6GRNVOX4/s72-c/DSC_0178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-7169445526090700921</id><published>2010-04-22T14:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T14:35:24.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Humpty Dumpty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://withthekids.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/humptydumpty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 412px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 600px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://withthekids.files.wordpress.com/2009/09/humptydumpty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As I was sitting in my Dr's office this morning for my 6 week checkup I couldn't help but recite Humpty Dumpty to myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Humpty Dumpty had a great fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the Kings horses and all the Kings men couldn't put Humpty back together again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you've given birth and you aren't one of those lucky people who have had everything go back into place after 6 weeks perhaps you can relate. I would probably change the verse to read...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mommies gave birth big and small. Mommies had their bodies change once and for all. No matter the efforts that Mommies put in they would never quite be hte same again. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Without going into detail (if you want detail email me) there are things that I never thought would happen to me and that the Dr. lovingly told me... yup that's a parting gift from Mikayla, yup that's another one. Sorry to say you will always have that and well if you want that to go back to normal you'll have to have surgery. FABULOUS. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh well here I come sit ups and and walking and as for the other stuff, guess I'll just have to live with it and heck all those other millions of mothers in the world look just fine... and they can't all have had their bodies go back to how they once were. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-7169445526090700921?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/7169445526090700921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=7169445526090700921' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/7169445526090700921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/7169445526090700921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2010/04/humpty-dumpty.html' title='Humpty Dumpty'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-6517133999633699625</id><published>2010-04-17T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T12:57:53.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Special Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S8oHTedGJtI/AAAAAAAAAkY/xh0ymoLtcIw/s1600/DSC_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461185529314158290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S8oHTedGJtI/AAAAAAAAAkY/xh0ymoLtcIw/s320/DSC_0057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We made it back from Indiana in one piece! Some may have thought I was insane for driving 14/15 hours to Indiana with a 5 week old (me included) BUT it was a smooth trip. On the way there Dhrumil, my grandpa, Willoughby, me and Mikayla stuffed ourselves in the car and crossed our fingers for a fast trip. Mikayla was wonderful and only fussed the last half hour of the trip. Before getting to Indiana we made a quick stop in Dayton to visit the other great grandparents on my side. It was so special for me to have all of my grandparents in the same room. I can't wait to share the pictures with Mikayla when she is older and tell her how all of her great grandparents fussed over her. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Indiana had amazing weather the week we were there and so we had many trips outside, including a few dates for me and Dhrumil while Mikayla hung out with my parents. We were also able to see my dad's concert at IWU... this was Mikayla's first concert and she didnt make a peep! :) Such a fun trip being with my parents and grandpa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461197834965367042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S8oSfwk-OQI/AAAAAAAAAko/1-3dW6FFzi4/s320/DSC_0072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-6517133999633699625?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/6517133999633699625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=6517133999633699625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/6517133999633699625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/6517133999633699625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2010/04/very-special-trip.html' title='A Very Special Trip'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S8oHTedGJtI/AAAAAAAAAkY/xh0ymoLtcIw/s72-c/DSC_0057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-742686728777242388</id><published>2010-04-17T12:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T12:02:32.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Must Kiss Cheeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S8oFuy33z5I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/rj576ZUbdr8/s1600/IMG_0175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461183799628386194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S8oFuy33z5I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/rj576ZUbdr8/s400/IMG_0175.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-742686728777242388?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/742686728777242388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=742686728777242388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/742686728777242388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/742686728777242388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2010/04/must-kiss-cheeks.html' title='Must Kiss Cheeks'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S8oFuy33z5I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/rj576ZUbdr8/s72-c/IMG_0175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-3495505579892382655</id><published>2010-04-08T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T12:07:11.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Month Old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S74kjYfQF-I/AAAAAAAAAkA/qw3XO0-voVs/s1600/DSC_2035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457839988707170274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S74kjYfQF-I/AAAAAAAAAkA/qw3XO0-voVs/s320/DSC_2035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday Mikayla turned one month old! Yesterday at the one month check up she was 10 pounds (75th percentile) and 22 inches long (75th percentile) and healthy. Such a sense of relief knowing everything is going the way it should and that she is taking in all the nutrients she needs to grow. I have already begun to look back on the pictures from her first week and try to remember what it was like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny story about our first grocery store outing as a family. :) This weekend we went to Stew Leonards (a HUGE grocery store here) because we wanted to grab some of their amazing ice cream and then we decided to go in and get a few things we needed for Easter lunch. Well first of all the place was a mad house... we could hardly maneuver around the other carts. Here are the events that took place as new parents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Um what do we do with the car seat? Should we take in the stroller? ElisaBeth suggests putting it in the basket of the cart to which Dhrumil asks where will the food go to which ElisaBeth replies... around her. Dhrumil then proceeds to say he saw people put the seat on the front part and while both parents are "discussing" this technique they are standing in the middle of the parking lot not paying attention to the person in his car who thinks they are going into their car and leaving. Thus the seat is attached to the top and the person in the car realizes the parents aren't going anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Once Dhrumil and ElisaBeth enter the store they see food they like, the both take off to grab that food and then ElisaBeth yells to Dhrumil "stay with the child" to which Dhrumil says "oh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Again after discussing who will stay with the cart since they now have a child in it Dhrumil and ElisaBeth see food they like, they both start walking off again to which ElisaBeth again replies "WE HAVE A CHILD WE CANT WALK AWAY"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- By the end of the visit both parents remembered they had a child and did not leave the cart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The child slept through this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Ice cream maneuver was next, ElisaBeth and Dhrumil both had huge cones of soft serve in hand, Dhrumil could not direct the cart with one hand, ElisaBeth was trying to lick the cone before it melted and didn't have the hands to help, in the end Dhrumil pushed from the front and ElisaBeth steered from the back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Arriving at the car the parents look at each other, the baby, the cart of food and the two ice cream cones, a person in a car looks at them and stops to wait for their spot adding pressure. Dhrumil hands cone to ElisaBeth, figures out how to put baby back in car, ElisaBeth says to leave car door open for air as they then go as fast as possible to get food in car, cones in car and then leave the premises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457843680018017010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S74n6PsVqvI/AAAAAAAAAkI/szXWbiN6xj8/s320/DSC_0017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO much to learn... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-3495505579892382655?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/3495505579892382655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=3495505579892382655' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/3495505579892382655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/3495505579892382655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2010/04/one-month-old.html' title='One Month Old!'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S74kjYfQF-I/AAAAAAAAAkA/qw3XO0-voVs/s72-c/DSC_2035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-5042629742067609555</id><published>2010-04-03T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T18:48:45.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Place in My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S7ft932TEjI/AAAAAAAAAj4/__9c-0jWPpE/s1600/IMG_0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456091120802140722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S7ft932TEjI/AAAAAAAAAj4/__9c-0jWPpE/s320/IMG_0158.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sweet &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Willoughby&lt;/span&gt;. I feel so bad how I've treated him the past month. He went from being my baby to being my dog in one quick moment and I think he is a little confused and a bit depressed. :( &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Of course&lt;/span&gt; its the natural thing to happen, but I feel sad about it none the less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted a dog my whole life and when I got &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Willoughby&lt;/span&gt; 5 and a half years ago the doggy shaped hole in my heart was filled. :) He has been with me through thick and thin and has even been with me before &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dhrumil&lt;/span&gt;. I have treated him like a person, carrying him everywhere, talking to him like a baby and so on. He has given me his undying love and affection and has given me kisses when I needed them most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter baby... it's crazy how much time she takes up and how much time I don't have left to give to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Willoughby&lt;/span&gt;. I have been frustrated with him and his need for attention these past few weeks and I'm just going to have to balance it all out. Even with my focus being on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mikayla&lt;/span&gt; he still runs to me and loves me. He loves the baby and looks for her every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a promise to you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Willoughby&lt;/span&gt;... more walks and more patience from me. I'm going to go find him and give him a big hug.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-5042629742067609555?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/5042629742067609555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=5042629742067609555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/5042629742067609555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/5042629742067609555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-place-in-my-heart.html' title='A New Place in My Heart'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S7ft932TEjI/AAAAAAAAAj4/__9c-0jWPpE/s72-c/IMG_0158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-2551645653024814457</id><published>2010-04-01T13:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T13:58:24.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S7UDdxbfTAI/AAAAAAAAAjw/HtXppwmXVrA/s1600/DSC_1929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455270333648948226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S7UDdxbfTAI/AAAAAAAAAjw/HtXppwmXVrA/s320/DSC_1929.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I should probably begin this post with some background information on me and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For as long as I can remember sleep has been very important to me. If I don't have it I get incredibly irritable, insanely sluggish or freakishly silly and laugh in high pitched squeals for hours. Growing up if my sleep was interrupted by my mom coming in to check on me or the hallway light being switched on or even heaven forbid my sister talking in the room next door I would, how should I say this, express my displeasure in very loud nasty tones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This need of silent uninterrupted sleep carried into College. When one thinks of College one thinks... all nighters, hanging out with friends until the morning light and so on. I can tell you for a fact that in the four years of college the latest I stayed up to work on a project was 1am... and that was one time. The latest I stayed up on a weekend was 2am. My freshman year I was "that person" who when hearing girls on my floor being loud at 11pm I would knock on each door and try to find who was disturbing me. One fond story took place my sophomore year. I had gone to bed early with ear plugs on and the next thing I know I see my roommate screaming at me. The fire alarm went off and we had to evacuate... needless to say I was again nasty. Can't people understand I need my 9 hours a night!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we have married life and a sweet husband who always thought he'd talk to his wife late into the night and who he'd get to snuggle with as we fell asleep. Well yeah that's not me. He is STILL getting used to it if he disturbs my slumber nasty elisabeth comes out in full force. DONT TALK TO ME IM TRYING TO SLEEP OMG YOU JUST WOKE ME UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that leads to life with a child.  I was honestly concerned how I would function without my typical 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep. I was even more concerned how I would react to a little cute face looking at me needing food at all hours of the night and me being the source of that food having to be somewhat lucid. Thank God I have been doing really well!!! Basically I don't think about the continuous cycle of feedings and 2 hour "naps" at night. Maybe it's because I know this is what I have to do and I do it.  Last night was the first time I actually said out loud to friends... "I only sleep 2 hours at a time" HAHAHAHHA and then I lost it in my absurd no sleep laughter. At least I can laugh about it and not let nasty elisabeth out. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** Picture is me giving Mikayla her first bath... I give her baths in the morning when I'm still somewhat awake**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-2551645653024814457?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/2551645653024814457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=2551645653024814457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/2551645653024814457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/2551645653024814457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2010/04/story-of-sleep.html' title='The Story of Sleep'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S7UDdxbfTAI/AAAAAAAAAjw/HtXppwmXVrA/s72-c/DSC_1929.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-8422567277994090290</id><published>2010-03-30T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T13:23:18.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The 3rd Week as Baby and Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S7Jdq64Li6I/AAAAAAAAAjo/HomEqeItIH4/s1600/DSC_1959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454525090639874978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S7Jdq64Li6I/AAAAAAAAAjo/HomEqeItIH4/s400/DSC_1959.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S7JYRDP5Q7I/AAAAAAAAAjg/rNWCkkBWdnk/s1600/DSC_1959.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S7JYRDP5Q7I/AAAAAAAAAjg/rNWCkkBWdnk/s1600/DSC_1959.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;As I type this post with one hand (Mikayla is in my other) it's hard to believe 3.5 weeks has gone by! It's even crazier seeing all the changes that are happening already. These last days were full of firsts for the baby...&lt;br /&gt;- first "playdate" with three boy babies&lt;br /&gt;- first trip to church (we sat in the back and when she made a little peep Dhrumil ran out with her heehee)&lt;br /&gt;- first trip to NY to visit the Shah side of the family... she did great in the car&lt;br /&gt;- first trip to a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;- first bottle (she is not a fan but we will have to keep trying since she'll have no other option when I go back to work)&lt;br /&gt;- first 4.5 hour stretch of sleeping at night!!!&lt;br /&gt;- first big eyed stare and giving me a small glimpse of myself in her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dhrumil and I are slowly settling in and trying to figure out how to keep our lives going and just adding her into it. I feel like with each day we both become more confident and it's a a good feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have so much to learn though... one funny story... I was telling my mom this morning how Mikayla hates hats... she screams when I put them on her. Well my mom replied tough just put it on her you're the mom... DUH... this thought hadn't even crossed my mind. Yes the hat needs to be worn in the cold weather and yes now I'm the mom and I need to just make her wear it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew one hand typing takes forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-8422567277994090290?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/8422567277994090290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=8422567277994090290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/8422567277994090290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/8422567277994090290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2010/03/3rd-week-as-baby-and-mom.html' title='The 3rd Week as Baby and Mom'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S7Jdq64Li6I/AAAAAAAAAjo/HomEqeItIH4/s72-c/DSC_1959.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-646877993815161262</id><published>2010-03-21T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T09:51:42.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>28 Years...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S6ZNmEzjzcI/AAAAAAAAAi4/RHZrcEFzS_c/s1600-h/27034_556021546754_55300798_32728003_2451203_s%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S6ZNliUFVkI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_UjUf-UVkCo/s1600-h/DSC_1928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 310px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451129706240104002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S6ZNliUFVkI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_UjUf-UVkCo/s400/DSC_1928.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think last year when I was laying on the beach in Mexico for my birthday did the thought cross my mind that maybe I'd have a newborn next year. Yesterday was a special day with a visit from my sister and brother in law, time away with my sister to get our nails done and little surprises throughout the day from Dhrumil. By the end of the day I was a little overwhelmed at the fact that yes now all my birthdays that were once spent "alone" are now going to be spent as a mom. Amazing and crazy to think about! I know that this 28th year of my life is going to hold more in store for it than I have yet experienced and I am excited to see it unfold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-646877993815161262?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/646877993815161262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=646877993815161262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/646877993815161262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/646877993815161262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2010/03/28-years.html' title='28 Years...'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S6ZNliUFVkI/AAAAAAAAAiw/_UjUf-UVkCo/s72-c/DSC_1928.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-5743845069143105575</id><published>2010-03-21T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T09:45:10.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Weeks Old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S6ZMHr1V4JI/AAAAAAAAAio/NpBTLKGGhmY/s1600-h/DSC_1863.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451128093887815826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S6ZMHr1V4JI/AAAAAAAAAio/NpBTLKGGhmY/s400/DSC_1863.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It feels like she's been here longer, but Friday marked 2 weeks for Mikayla. So many changes have happened in our lives in just 2 short weeks it's a lot to take in. Mikayla had a great checkup at the dr. and is in the 90% for height and 75% for weight! :) She already weighs 8 pounds 4 ounces and so that gives me a peace of mind knowing the breast feeding is working. She has been doing pretty good at night... only making noises when she wants to eat and the past two nights has gone about 4 hours which has been really nice. I'm still trying to figure out when she cries why she is crying and that can be frustrating for me, but overall she has been a very good baby and Dhrumil and I are truly blessed! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-5743845069143105575?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/5743845069143105575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=5743845069143105575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/5743845069143105575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/5743845069143105575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2010/03/2-weeks-old.html' title='2 Weeks Old!'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S6ZMHr1V4JI/AAAAAAAAAio/NpBTLKGGhmY/s72-c/DSC_1863.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-457467612035023936</id><published>2010-03-15T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T17:47:46.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day My Life Changed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S57S5bCu7fI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/LJp9Qh0Ivjk/s1600-h/DSC_1516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449024483118476786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S57S5bCu7fI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/LJp9Qh0Ivjk/s320/DSC_1516.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The morning after I gave birth to Mikayla I woke up super early still on an adrenaline high and had time before they brought her back to the room. I eagerly spent the next hour recalling my birth story in detail, remembering each part of it. Unfortunately my computer didn’t cooperate and it lost my story. Too exhausted to write it again I have been meaning to do this since we got home and I’m finally doing it! I hope I can recall it with the same accuracy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;** Disclaimer… pretty detailed so might not be for the faint of heart OH and it’s really long**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all started Thursday March 4th. Little did I know as I woke up that morning what the day would hold. My parents arrived in CT on Tuesday and were eagerly awaiting the birth of their first granddaughter. Of course I couldn’t guarantee her arrival in the short window of time that they had to visit, but we were all hoping. My mom had been encouraging me to walk walk and walk and I was doing that… I also felt terrific except for the stupid itchy rash. That morning I went to the diner with my parents and then they headed off to the city to catch a Broadway show (thank goodness I declined to go) and I enjoyed a calm day at home. The whole day I was having random contractions, but I didn’t think anything of it. Dhrumil got home and we had pizza (in the back of my mind I was thinking maybe I should eat something more nutritious if I go into labor) and we hunkered down on the couch to catch a couple of my shows. While watching Greys Anatomy my contractions seemed to come more frequently, but they didn’t really bother me. After the show I kissed Dhrumil goodnight (didn’t want to watch Criminal Minds with him) and collapsed into bed ready for a good night sleep. Well that didn’t happen… contractions were coming more frequently and when Dhrumil came in an hour later I told him what was happening… I knew this was it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At midnight I wasn’t sleeping and lying in bed was just too uncomfortable. Dhrumil decided to start timing and though I knew I should continue to sleep I just couldn’t. We discovered, though slightly irregular, my contractions were coming around 7 to 5 minutes apart! At that point I heard my parents come in from the show and popped my head out of my room to inform them I was in labor. Haha… makes me laugh now. They both smiled, acted calm and headed to bed… something I had previously asked them to do. After talking to my doula on the phone and picking another time to call her and check in I told Dhrumil to go to sleep, I filled the bath, put on music and with candles surrounding me I labored for about an hour alone in the tub. Around 2am the contractions became a little more intense and I no longer wanted to be alone. Dhrumil and I then fell into a pattern… with each contraction he would put pressure on my back or let me hang on him or do some of the other things we had practiced. In the middle of contractions I swayed back and forth just remaining focused and at peace and cracking jokes, never once letting my mind wander past that very moment and into the wide unknown of continuous contractions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom came up at some point and as the contractions got more intense she offered wonderful words of encouragement. Dhrumil was amazing and our team work still blows my mind. The technique that really got me through the whole labor was using vocalization. As each contraction came I would chant or just go ooooooooo. :) All the while my dad and the dog were in the basement… my dad was praying. My mom went down for a few minutes and he kept asking… why isn’t she going to the hospital!? By 5am the doula was on her way to our house and the contractions were becoming longer and stronger. Dhrumil called the hospital and they told him I was probably transitioning into active labor and for me to take a shower and come in when I was ready. When the doula arrived I had a moment of feeling overwhelmed that this was really it. With the doula I was able to labor another 2 hours at home. During my last contractions at home I hung on Dhrumil and listened to Celtic Woman. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car ride to the hospital was pretty intense and the only time I really yelled loud. Being stuck on a seat, not being able to move was horrible, but Dhrumil got us to the hospital in record time. It was 7:30am and after getting out of the car I had to lean against it to get through another contraction while a nurse ran out with a wheelchair. I asked her if I could walk in with a surprised look she said of course. Previously Dhrumil and I wanted to ask for the one room in labor and delivery that had the whirlpool, not thinking to do that at the time my nurse led me into the room and asked me to change. Going into the bathroom I noticed the whirlpool… thank you God! :) After getting on the bed and strapped into the monitor I labored through some intense contractions for the next 15 minutes. After being checked by the Dr. she told me I was 6-7 centimeters dilated! We couldn’t believe it!! After that the nurse let me get up and moving… I now understand why some bedridden woman chose drugs… lying there is awful! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Oh quick comment about the Dr… she was actually the one in the practice that I least liked when I first met her. She had looked at me like I had three heads when I told her my goal of going natural. I must say though she ended up being great. The whole staff was… they were the key pieces that aided me in reaching my goal and they followed my birth plan to a tee!* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of my labor was spent in water... first the shower on the birth ball… I would tap on the wall with each intense contraction and that really helped… strangely enough. Then I got into the whirlpool and went through transition. All the while every 15 minutes the nurse brought over a Doppler and checked the baby’s heartbeat. She didn’t even give me an iv which was wonderful. Transition was the toughest part of labor. The contractions were SO intense and I would just focus on Dhrumil’s or the doula’s eyes to help me stay in reality and get through them. Only once in the tub did I say I can’t do it anymore and the doula responded with… you’re doing it though! Dhrumil was also amazing with his encouraging words and tight handhold. When I yelled “I have to PUSH!” I was quickly ushered out of the tub and back to the bed. The nurse felt me and I was completely dilated and fully effaced and asked me to give a push. After my first push she felt the lip of the cervix still there, but my water had just broken. Though I had to stay hooked up to the monitor at that point she let me get out of bed. I swayed and leaned against the bed, Dhrumil across from me keeping me focused and the doula behind me putting pressure on my back. At one point my mom came in and I smiled and said she was coming. At another point I grabbed Dhrumil, hit him and said ITS NOT FAIR ITS NOT FAIR… to which he replied I KNOW I KNOW. Heehee. Then I was hit by such a HUGE urge to push I almost collapsed into a squat while hanging on Dhrumil. Back into the bed I went and after a couple of pushes the nurse told me to stop and wait for the Dr. WHAT!? You’ve got to be kidding me. Instead of panicking I started to sing “I Have a Maker” and Dhrumil joined in. The Dr. was prepping and Dhrumil and I were singing glories to God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next came the intense pushing… which surprisingly didn’t hurt. They kept saying “push into the pain” but I just pushed into the push. The two nurses were wonderful, the doula was yelling out encouraging words, the Dr. was calm and Dhrumil was ecstatic. I then heard “the baby has so much hair!” to which I guess I replied “BECAUSE SHE’S INDIAN” which made Dhrumil burst out laughing. About 30 minutes of pushing later out came my sweet baby. It didn’t hurt… it felt like that was just the obvious next step for my body to complete. They placed her on me and I yelled out “IS IT A GIRL!?” YES… phew all the pink could stay. Mikayla Rose was brought into this world at 11:05am weighing 7 pounds 9 ounces and was 21 inches long. They took her from me to clean her up and though she was crying very loud they were a little concerned because of the extra mucus she seemed to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next part was the one bad part of the whole experience… I had a tear and the stitching did not feel good at all. I kept telling Dhrumil to stay with the baby and the doula held my hand through the stitching. Mikayla had to go to the NICU after I held her for a few minutes and that really worried me. After the Dr. was done I have NEVER felt so exhausted in all of my life but what trumped that was the feeling that I DID IT! I accomplished what I wanted too… I reached my goal that I prepared for the past 9 months. I kept saying I can’t believe I DID IT. It felt amazing SO amazing and I praised God for having His hand with me the whole time. The nurses were telling me they hardly ever see drug free births and though I wasn't trying to prove anything it felt good to have them cheering me on. I have never been more proud of myself for anything in my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the way to the maternity rooms we stopped to push the Brahms lullaby chime that played over the whole hospital telling all that a baby just came into the world. We then stopped by the NICU and I got to truly see my daughter, all the while crying like a baby. :) My parents and sister and brother in law were all waiting for me and though I could hardly move any muscle in my body I was charged with excitement and awe. They brought Mikayla from the NICU about an hour later and she latched on right away. She had a clean bill of health and Dhrumil and I just stared at her in awe of what we had created together.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for your amazing hand in all of this! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the most incredible experience of my life and I couldn’t have done it without my amazing husband by my side and without the people God put into my life that day. This love I feel for my child is something so new and yet something I feel I have been doing all of my life. My eyes have been opened to what my body is capable of, to what I am mentally capable of doing, to what an amazing team my husband and I are and to what a bit of heaven will feel like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449025797002585186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S57UF5pHZGI/AAAAAAAAAig/C18h-qAQ3T0/s320/DSC_1534.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-457467612035023936?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/457467612035023936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=457467612035023936' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/457467612035023936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/457467612035023936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-my-life-changed.html' title='The Day My Life Changed'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S57S5bCu7fI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/LJp9Qh0Ivjk/s72-c/DSC_1516.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-6331826366979997300</id><published>2010-03-15T13:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T13:14:01.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Mikayla Rose!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S56T2MD3McI/AAAAAAAAAiI/iAoW1Fo06PA/s1600-h/DSC_1572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448955158324523458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S56T2MD3McI/AAAAAAAAAiI/iAoW1Fo06PA/s320/DSC_1572.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Mikayla Rose was born on March 5, 2010 at 11:05 AM. She was 7 pounds 9 ounces and 21 inches long. What an amazing love and incredible blessing God has given us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S56T19AfXLI/AAAAAAAAAiA/cTU3j1Hp4Ho/s1600-h/DSC_1552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448955154283846834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S56T19AfXLI/AAAAAAAAAiA/cTU3j1Hp4Ho/s320/DSC_1552.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mikayla means "who is like God" I knew the name and when I saw it in a baby book I mentioned it to Dhrumil and it was a frontrunner. After Dhrumil tried it out for a while he was sold and completely sold me on it. We settled on it and had fun calling her name when she was inside of me. Rose is after my Grandpa's sister who passed away and was a great woman. Mikayla is our sweet little rose!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-6331826366979997300?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/6331826366979997300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=6331826366979997300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/6331826366979997300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/6331826366979997300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2010/03/welcome-mikayla-rose.html' title='Welcome Mikayla Rose!!'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S56T2MD3McI/AAAAAAAAAiI/iAoW1Fo06PA/s72-c/DSC_1572.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-65849523198767534</id><published>2010-02-26T13:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T13:26:38.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dealing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S4g5sr1Ti_I/AAAAAAAAAho/5PdMpATz900/s1600-h/DSC_1511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 265px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442663589520575474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S4g5sr1Ti_I/AAAAAAAAAho/5PdMpATz900/s400/DSC_1511.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That's my motto now... dealing with it. Yesterday I was diagnosed with PUPPS, an itchy rash that about 1 in 150 women get the last few weeks of pregnancy. It started out not too bad last week, but has escalated to all over my body... kinda feels like I have a sun rash or tiny bug bites everywhere. Unfortunately it will only go away once I deliver and so that makes me want the baby here even more. I have had my moments between oatmeal baths, ice compresses and Benadryl that I got close to losing it, but I'm sticking it out. Yes it sucks, but what can I do. I'm taking each hour at a time and just dealing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we had tons of snow and to give myself some distraction and cooling relief I took time to go outside... all clothes I'm wearing in the picture are Dhrumils. :) God painted a beautiful picture today and it helped me focus on the beauty that my baby will bring and that this is all worth it! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442666037345364514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S4g77KsNqiI/AAAAAAAAAhw/P7alzE_8Vsg/s320/DSC_1503.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-65849523198767534?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/65849523198767534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=65849523198767534' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/65849523198767534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/65849523198767534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2010/02/dealing.html' title='Dealing'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S4g5sr1Ti_I/AAAAAAAAAho/5PdMpATz900/s72-c/DSC_1511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-1436840986940713114</id><published>2010-02-20T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T08:39:51.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Waiting Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S4APNZT9UEI/AAAAAAAAAhg/vwPCBgyA028/s1600-h/DSC_1497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 377px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440365072670871618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S4APNZT9UEI/AAAAAAAAAhg/vwPCBgyA028/s400/DSC_1497.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; I am ready! Come now baby. :) This morning while I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;obsessively&lt;/span&gt; cleaning I told &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dhrumil&lt;/span&gt; it would be nice if the baby told me when she would make her appearance... then I could have everything ready and go with the flow. But no I must continue to clean, stare at her room, twiddle my thumbs and so on until she decides to show her face. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am done being a home and am ready to be vacated. NOW. Guess I'll just continue this Saturday staring into space and waiting for her to come. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-1436840986940713114?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/1436840986940713114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=1436840986940713114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/1436840986940713114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/1436840986940713114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2010/02/waiting-game.html' title='The Waiting Game'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S4APNZT9UEI/AAAAAAAAAhg/vwPCBgyA028/s72-c/DSC_1497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-1328794467925643969</id><published>2010-02-07T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T12:39:16.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby's Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Just a few pictures of what the baby's room look like right now. :) My "theme" is Rabbits/Peter Rabbit/Pink and Green. You wont see much Peter Rabbit right now because I am waiting for a quilt and crib skirt from my coworker who is making it for me. I can't wait to see it in the room! :) Also my mom has some Peter Rabbit items she still needs to bring from Indiana that we will put on the shelf and wall. We have a rocker in the other room that we bought for the baby that we might move into the room once she is here. So basically... it's ready for the baby, but still has a few decorative things that need to be done to make it done to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S28kv8nOsBI/AAAAAAAAAhY/3yjZnZtmNvU/s1600-h/DSC_1489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435603681402597394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S28kv8nOsBI/AAAAAAAAAhY/3yjZnZtmNvU/s320/DSC_1489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S28kvq3rQKI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/NrlJruMtfYc/s1600-h/DSC_1486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435603676639740066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S28kvq3rQKI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/NrlJruMtfYc/s320/DSC_1486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S28kvb5K7eI/AAAAAAAAAhI/f7G6-sWlSf4/s1600-h/DSC_1483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435603672619478498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S28kvb5K7eI/AAAAAAAAAhI/f7G6-sWlSf4/s320/DSC_1483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                       Her name is on the shelf turned around ofcourse :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-1328794467925643969?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/1328794467925643969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=1328794467925643969' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/1328794467925643969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/1328794467925643969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2010/02/babys-room.html' title='Baby&apos;s Room'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S28kv8nOsBI/AAAAAAAAAhY/3yjZnZtmNvU/s72-c/DSC_1489.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-8531065086443011934</id><published>2010-02-07T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T11:52:56.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning the Corner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S28YuAqxNQI/AAAAAAAAAgM/1deTkzSXW_c/s1600-h/DSC_1455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435590453991912706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S28YuAqxNQI/AAAAAAAAAgM/1deTkzSXW_c/s400/DSC_1455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I’ve made it! Today I am officially 9 months pregnant and I can honestly say I am ready for the baby to come. I think God planned the 9/10 months to give women time to come to terms with this HUGE change. Yes the baby was “planned” but when the idea became a reality I had a hard time swallowing it. Maybe it was because I was feeling so sick or maybe it was because I hadn’t fully processed what the reality of having a baby would mean. It took me months to understand who I was in this whole process and come to grips with how I fit into the world now that I was going to have a baby. I had to go through all of those thoughts to get where I am today… completely at peace and ready for this new step. Of course if I stopped to think the responsibility of forever and what that means I’d not be as calm, but I’m not thinking about that. I have become focused and prepared and ready for the baby. I am focusing on NOW. I feel as though I have one foot in motherhood, the other in a place I have known for the past 28 years… and I’m ok with that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with the peace about becoming a mother has also come a peace of giving birth. I never fully had thoughts of horror of what labor and delivery would be like, but I was nervous even fearful of the unknown. I am now confident and ready to try to achieve my goal of a natural unmedicated birth. I no longer fear the “pain” and want to see what my body can do. God created me with one of the purposes of having children… He wouldn’t leave me without the ability to do so. I am also working really hard on being open to the fact that if things don’t go as planned I will be ok with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is such a wonderful place to be… at peace and confident. I know there will be many things with the baby where I will not be as confident, but after going through this process I know for a fact that I will eventually get to a place of peace once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*side note* I wrote this blog the other day at work and thought I had emailed it to myself. Well the pregnancy mind got in the way and who knows where I emailed it because I can’t find it anywhere… guess someone is reading my musings, because the email never came back to me. Needless to say I attempted to write it again, but it’s not the same. I know you really wanted to know all of that. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435590604389947410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S28Y2w8dGBI/AAAAAAAAAgU/ZMrVS0iBMlA/s400/DSC_1482.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;                                                   Me and Peter Rabbit in the baby's nursery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-8531065086443011934?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/8531065086443011934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=8531065086443011934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/8531065086443011934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/8531065086443011934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2010/02/turning-corner.html' title='Turning the Corner'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S28YuAqxNQI/AAAAAAAAAgM/1deTkzSXW_c/s72-c/DSC_1455.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-1044831632942321462</id><published>2010-01-23T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T17:40:05.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The "Last" Hurrah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S1uiBMWfPkI/AAAAAAAAAfc/wB5Y8ub69ac/s1600-h/IMG_0130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430111917104381506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S1uiBMWfPkI/AAAAAAAAAfc/wB5Y8ub69ac/s320/IMG_0130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I’ve said in previous posts Dhrumil and I have been feeling a push to do things for “the last time whilst childless.” We have done many different activities over the past few months and the last happened this week. (though we are going to go out for a celebratory dinner… so I guess that would be the last thing) Anyways we made our way into the city on Tuesday night to see our favorite band &lt;a href="http://www.theswellseason.com/"&gt;The Swell Season&lt;/a&gt;. If you haven’t heard of them you should check them out. They were in a movie called Once and their music is fantastic. It’s hard to define their style but they use acoustic and electric guitars, piano, violin and drums and have a bit of their Irishness thrown in. We got to Radio City to a sold out show and really enjoyed it. I love this band because of their humbleness (they kept saying how blessed they were to be there) and their pure artistic ability. SO TALENTED! Enough of my rambling about the&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S1uiYGxVvxI/AAAAAAAAAfk/XXqPZjLrCj8/s1600-h/IMG_0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430112310743383826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S1uiYGxVvxI/AAAAAAAAAfk/XXqPZjLrCj8/s320/IMG_0137.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;m… I believe the baby likes them too because she was moving like crazy during the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night we stayed at the Marriott Marquis in Times Square… so nice to just walk a few blocks in the light of the city and fly up these awesome elevators they have right to our room. Next morning we had breakfast at the hotel which I believe was Dhrumil’s favorite part. They had an all you could eat buffet including omlete station and pancakes/waffles and French toast. You'd think the man died and went to heaven the way his eyes lit up while eating. Actually on a side note Dhrumil's appetite has beeen incredible the past week or so and he keeps blaming it on the baby. :) I'm not even eating that much, but he insists it's sympathy eating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to Wednesday... I wanted to do something super touristy so we decided to go up the Empire State Building . We’ve been trying to do this ever since I worked there and finally 5 years later we made it! Though not the crazy thrill we thought it would be, it was fun being with all the foreigners and viewing the city from a different perspective. After our view from the top headed to our favorite Italian restaurant, Basilica. Unfortunately it was closed for lunch but after we walk a few blocks we found another Italian restaurant that was very crowded (I told dhrumil it had to be good cause it had people in it which he replied we could all be there for the first time) and had an AMAZING lunch. We decided this was our new Italian restaurant… of course we forgot to get the name when we left, but that ‘s ok because its “1 or 2 blocks from Basilica and has a yellow door” I experienced an Italian version egg drop soup for the first time there… has me craving for more right now. Oh forgot to add we hit a fantastic sale at the Gap and wanted to grab a few baby clothes… of course Dhrumil and I differed in taste on what little girl should wear, but being the one who was huge Dhrumil let me pick out the outfits… we did agree on one thing… strawberry pants. Will post of picture of her in them once she is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430114048568415234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S1uj9QrHVAI/AAAAAAAAAfs/o7hyqrcgfTE/s320/IMG_0144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430114057370952050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S1uj9xdzYXI/AAAAAAAAAf0/unbVYsLD6VA/s320/IMG_0147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s hard to imagine we will no longer be two in less than 2 months… we have moments where we just stare at each other and exclaim… “this is it” hahah of course our lives won’t end… some would say it's just beginning, but I think our relationship is going to take on a whole new meaning. We’re going to be responsible for human life! For molding someone while at the same time continuing to grow together as one unit. Wow oh the challenges ahead, but the blessings that will come from it!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430114062334620066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S1uj-D9O8aI/AAAAAAAAAf8/xeel_FLF1zg/s320/IMG_0134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-1044831632942321462?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/1044831632942321462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=1044831632942321462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/1044831632942321462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/1044831632942321462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2010/01/last-hurrah.html' title='The &quot;Last&quot; Hurrah!'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S1uiBMWfPkI/AAAAAAAAAfc/wB5Y8ub69ac/s72-c/IMG_0130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-7849714130319300544</id><published>2010-01-18T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T15:43:26.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Shower!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S1TwmQVqVlI/AAAAAAAAAfE/UYtxjiziUHE/s1600-h/18679_552484939144_55300798_32613127_6191588_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428227990899807826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S1TwmQVqVlI/AAAAAAAAAfE/UYtxjiziUHE/s320/18679_552484939144_55300798_32613127_6191588_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last Sunday was my baby shower and I had such a wonderful time. The theme was "Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice. My friends and sister did such a great job and everything from the invitations to the decorations and food was flawless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was also great because I had my mom and dad visit for the week as well as having close friends come from NC and another from Philly. A celebration weekend and a weekend where I felt very loved! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428229145737127522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S1TxpecVZmI/AAAAAAAAAfM/McjOK4Kw-y0/s320/18679_552485233554_55300798_32613137_4322069_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428229279320571410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S1TxxQFG_hI/AAAAAAAAAfU/HJt7NdGkHvk/s320/DSC_1446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/314419630745025961-7849714130319300544?l=elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/feeds/7849714130319300544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=314419630745025961&amp;postID=7849714130319300544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/7849714130319300544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/314419630745025961/posts/default/7849714130319300544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elisabethanddhrumil.blogspot.com/2010/01/baby-shower.html' title='Baby Shower!'/><author><name>ElisaBeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00337082039278807020</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S-sjh4kxU8I/AAAAAAAAAlI/vFhj6yepsbk/S220/DSC_0993.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S1TwmQVqVlI/AAAAAAAAAfE/UYtxjiziUHE/s72-c/18679_552484939144_55300798_32613127_6191588_n%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314419630745025961.post-3124043969021519399</id><published>2010-01-04T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T18:27:01.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Musings from the Third Trimester</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S0KgcL7hJAI/AAAAAAAAAe0/JreuM44hNMA/s1600-h/DSC_1441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423073307406705666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0_CiHRq_PZ0/S0KgcL7hJAI/AAAAAAAAAe0/JreuM44hNMA/s400/DSC_1441.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy we have two months to go before the baby arrives!!! At times it puts me in panic mode... "what do I have to do, what do I have to read, how can I prepare" and at other times I use my favorite motto "I won't think about that today, I'll think about it tomorrow" Since being a month into the third trimester I have encountered the following things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Bathroom stalls are getting smaller&lt;br /&gt;- Depending on the person… I'm either looking small or big&lt;br /&gt;- I think my child wants to escape through my navel and I can’t help returning to a certain scene in Twilight in the last book (I wont go into detail if some of you have yet to read it)&lt;br /&gt;- Dhrumil’
