<?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-134080070105261214</id><updated>2011-12-15T11:25:31.717-08:00</updated><category term='highchair'/><category term='food'/><title type='text'>Charlie Dear</title><subtitle type='html'>A space to chronicle Charlie's world.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-3706776505483914192</id><published>2010-02-16T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T23:28:51.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/S3uah47aNfI/AAAAAAAABUM/xmuE2wzP2XI/s1600-h/Love+Charlie+Valentine+color.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="318" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/S3uah47aNfI/AAAAAAAABUM/xmuE2wzP2XI/s400/Love+Charlie+Valentine+color.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/134080070105261214-3706776505483914192?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/3706776505483914192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=3706776505483914192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/3706776505483914192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/3706776505483914192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2010/02/late-valentine.html' title='Late Valentine'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/S3uah47aNfI/AAAAAAAABUM/xmuE2wzP2XI/s72-c/Love+Charlie+Valentine+color.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-7742055206836412932</id><published>2010-02-05T01:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T01:21:55.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27349886@N06/4332283766/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2686/4332283766_91a80fff27.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27349886@N06/4332283766/"&gt;This girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/27349886@N06/"&gt;Seattle Morgans&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Look at those cheeks!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134080070105261214-7742055206836412932?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/7742055206836412932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=7742055206836412932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/7742055206836412932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/7742055206836412932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-girl.html' title='This girl'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2686/4332283766_91a80fff27_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-4919974768381433021</id><published>2010-02-05T01:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T01:09:32.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A new bouncy thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27349886@N06/4332270516/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4058/4332270516_1a30bc598a.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/27349886@N06/4332270516/"&gt;A new bouncy thing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/27349886@N06/"&gt;Seattle Morgans&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This girl was cracking me up today!&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134080070105261214-4919974768381433021?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/4919974768381433021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=4919974768381433021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/4919974768381433021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/4919974768381433021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-bouncy-thing.html' title='A new bouncy thing'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4058/4332270516_1a30bc598a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-4191660358032860747</id><published>2010-01-23T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T00:23:14.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morgan 2.0 - The Kate Addition</title><content type='html'>It had been in the works for 37 weeks and even though you know that something amazing is going to come into your life, nothing seems to prepare you enough.&amp;nbsp; It's pretty powerful and amazing.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;KC and I were both on board with finding out the sex of the baby but it had other plans.&amp;nbsp; The kiddo would not reveal "the goods".&amp;nbsp; We had 4 or 5 (I can't remember) ultrasounds and each time the legs were crossed.&amp;nbsp; This was an issue for me.&amp;nbsp; A pretty big issue as I'm a bit controlling and was really looking forward to buying some cute baby clothes.&amp;nbsp; With a second, you don't have all the build up with researching and buying the gear, the luxury of hours day dreaming about names and what they're going to look like.&amp;nbsp; Loving, laughing, running, playing, singing and disciplining Charlie was wearing me out, so there were many times I would forget I was even pregnant until the baby moved.&amp;nbsp; And move it did.&amp;nbsp; This kiddo was much more active than Charlie was.&amp;nbsp; But similarly to Charlie, this baby was transverse breech.&amp;nbsp; This would normally be a problem, as it was with Charlie, but I was already scheduled for a cesarean at 37 weeks due to complications from Charlie's birth.&amp;nbsp; Swedish Hospital, October 15th at 12:30.&amp;nbsp; I was really looking forward to this day but started to get nervous about 2 days prior.&amp;nbsp; This wasn't a little procedure, this was surgery.&amp;nbsp; The spinal didn't go well when I had Charlie so I was most worried about that.&amp;nbsp; My worries were all for not.&amp;nbsp; Everything went like clockwork and KC, Charlie and I finally got to meet Katherine Elizabeth Morgan.&amp;nbsp; She was born at 4 pounds, 6 ounces and 18 inches long.&amp;nbsp; Good lord that's small!&amp;nbsp; I can hardly believe she was that tiny as she's grown so much since.&amp;nbsp; Unlike Charlie, who had to go to the NICU for about an hour after birth due to his coloring, Kate was able to be with me the entire time.&amp;nbsp; All the nurses were amazed at her size and many nurses that weren't caring for us came in to see her as they typically didn't get to work with such small babies as most child with low birth weight are premature and need to be monitored in the NICU.&amp;nbsp; Kate was just a tiny little package.&amp;nbsp; The first thing the pediatrician on call said was "hello little mouse".&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate just passed 3 months.&amp;nbsp; She's sweet, she's a great eater and a wonderful sleeper.&amp;nbsp; Thank goodness! She's been gaining weight like crazy and is finally on "the charts" when she sees her doctor.&amp;nbsp; KC weighed her today and she's just about 10 pounds.&amp;nbsp; She's petite but solid.&amp;nbsp; In the past couple of weeks, she's been smiling like crazy and cooing.&amp;nbsp; I have to coax it out of her a bit but with KC, it's instant.&amp;nbsp; She definitely knows who her Dada is.&amp;nbsp; Charlie loves his baby sister and alternates between "little sister", "baby sister", and "baby Kate" when talking about her or to her.&amp;nbsp; A day doesn't pass that he hasn't given her a kiss and said "ahhh I love you baby sister".&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So, Morgan 2.0 has arrived.&amp;nbsp; She's the final edition, I mean addition and I'm the luckiest Mama in the world.&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/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/S1vevRWMkgI/AAAAAAAABP0/rPbSEqz5j8U/s1600-h/wrapped+up.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; 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Charlie had a fantastic summer. Below are a few pictures to get us up to speed. From most recent and back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie on his first day of Preschool. He rocked it. He marched into that classroom and barely noticed I was present the entire 2 hours. He adored &lt;a href="http://www.teachertomsblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Teacher Tom&lt;/a&gt; of course (you &lt;strong&gt;must&lt;/strong&gt; check out his blog. Who wouldn't love a preschool teacher in a cape!?) and can't wait to go back on Tuesday. You have another new fan Teacher Tom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SrRfA3pqDsI/AAAAAAAABNg/yPjjD5L6A4g/s1600-h/preschool+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383031923157896898" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SrRfA3pqDsI/AAAAAAAABNg/yPjjD5L6A4g/s400/preschool+2.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SrRfAr86ZvI/AAAAAAAABNY/1aIY8P1k2Hw/s1600-h/preschool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383031920017434354" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SrRfAr86ZvI/AAAAAAAABNY/1aIY8P1k2Hw/s400/preschool.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 268px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have a couple of die-hard Sounders fan under our roof. We purchased season tickets to the Sounders inaugural year in the MLS and have never regretted it. Charlie has a blast dressing up in his jersey and screaming directions like "don't give it up in the midfield!" and encouragements like "GO Sounders!". He's showing off his autographed jersey below. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SrRe3CGj1AI/AAAAAAAABNQ/l1jYbID2Bzg/s1600-h/sounders+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383031754164786178" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SrRe3CGj1AI/AAAAAAAABNQ/l1jYbID2Bzg/s400/sounders+5.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 268px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SrRe2uiEsPI/AAAAAAAABNI/kYIpNs1bGFc/s1600-h/sounders+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383031748911476978" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SrRe2uiEsPI/AAAAAAAABNI/kYIpNs1bGFc/s400/sounders+4.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 268px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SrRe2TnShvI/AAAAAAAABNA/gutNSe-6kfs/s1600-h/sounders+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383031741685597938" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SrRe2TnShvI/AAAAAAAABNA/gutNSe-6kfs/s400/sounders+3.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 268px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SrRe152PKVI/AAAAAAAABM4/gnXjQeLmURs/s1600-h/sounders+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383031734768970066" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SrRe152PKVI/AAAAAAAABM4/gnXjQeLmURs/s400/sounders+2.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 268px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SrRe1V0zppI/AAAAAAAABMw/6RU8A00Nqgs/s1600-h/sounders.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383031725099296402" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SrRe1V0zppI/AAAAAAAABMw/6RU8A00Nqgs/s400/sounders.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 268px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charlie got a new bike this summer. It's a balance bike which doesn't have peddles and allows the child to learn how to use their balance while pushing with their legs to ride the bike. He hasn't yet mastered it but we'll keep trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SrRemi9plkI/AAAAAAAABMo/uT3HBM5UfUw/s1600-h/helmet+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383031470928008770" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SrRemi9plkI/AAAAAAAABMo/uT3HBM5UfUw/s400/helmet+2.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 268px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SrRemI6d1MI/AAAAAAAABMg/ny80NmxNhQo/s1600-h/helmet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383031463935333570" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SrRemI6d1MI/AAAAAAAABMg/ny80NmxNhQo/s400/helmet.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 268px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SrRelw_0ymI/AAAAAAAABMY/CJorxA5thJU/s1600-h/New+bike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383031457515358818" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SrRelw_0ymI/AAAAAAAABMY/CJorxA5thJU/s400/New+bike.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 268px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the 4th of July with friends. They have a parade in their neighborhood each year and Charlie (uh, Mama really) had a great time decorating his trike and participating in the parade. At the end of the route, the SFD firetruck was parked and ice cream was served.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SrReULCNdLI/AAAAAAAABMQ/rVCdxQ-YKfc/s1600-h/Dada+and+firetruck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383031155267040434" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SrReULCNdLI/AAAAAAAABMQ/rVCdxQ-YKfc/s400/Dada+and+firetruck.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 268px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SrReTsSY-iI/AAAAAAAABMI/2efv8OOCgpI/s1600-h/4th+of+July+truck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383031147013405218" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SrReTsSY-iI/AAAAAAAABMI/2efv8OOCgpI/s400/4th+of+July+truck.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 268px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SrReTWnPWlI/AAAAAAAABMA/dPTlZCmK5m0/s1600-h/4th+of+July+parade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383031141195274834" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SrReTWnPWlI/AAAAAAAABMA/dPTlZCmK5m0/s400/4th+of+July+parade.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 268px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A picture of Charlie and Pa hanging out at "Pa's Beach". Too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SrReS-l98hI/AAAAAAAABL4/jyhiBNZHhEc/s1600-h/Charlie+and+Pa+Beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383031134747488786" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SrReS-l98hI/AAAAAAAABL4/jyhiBNZHhEc/s400/Charlie+and+Pa+Beach.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 268px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;/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/134080070105261214-6246962634875427807?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/6246962634875427807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=6246962634875427807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/6246962634875427807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/6246962634875427807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2009/09/charlies-summer.html' title='Charlie&apos;s Summer'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SrRfA3pqDsI/AAAAAAAABNg/yPjjD5L6A4g/s72-c/preschool+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-7653346807695880720</id><published>2009-07-15T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T23:07:52.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie's playground</title><content type='html'>Charlie's favorite place to be is with his Grammy and Pa on their farm.  When we know that he's going on the ferry and over to the farm for the day, we can't tell him until the night before or he will ask every few minutes if he's going to the farm today.  Three more night-night's.  Two more night-night's. One more night-night...TODAY!  They have the most beautiful veggie garden where Charlie has acquired a taste for raw broccoli.  He absolutely LOVES raw broccoli now.  He gets dirty, he gets tired, he gets tons of love and freedom.  It makes KC and I smile when he tells us the stories of the farm and how he hangs out with the dogs, watches birds and picks veggies.  If the horses, dogs, cats, donkey, fish, garden and tractors weren't enough, something new came to the farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pa and Grammy called us a few weeks ago to tell us they bought a play structure for Charlie. We had NO idea what this meant until we visited the farm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I introduce to you, Charlie's very own park and playground. Wow! This kiddo doesn't even know how lucky he has it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358930546229328530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/Sl6-8F_9OpI/AAAAAAAABLY/LXSpkACkV0Y/s400/Summer+2009+035.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358931962836483682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/Sl7AOjRa_mI/AAAAAAAABLg/usAzh18b6dA/s400/Summer+2009+038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charlie loves the trac-toys big and small. &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: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358931971424315234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/Sl7APDQ652I/AAAAAAAABLo/fikSAcCkpAU/s400/Summer+2009+031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another favorite thing to do while at the farm is to go down to "Pa's beach".  This is the community beach in Eglon, where the Grandparents live...not far from the farm.  Charlie even got to ride the big tractor down there one day.  It's beautiful and Charlie could spend hours throwing rocks.  &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: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358931982608473874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/Sl7APs7bnxI/AAAAAAAABLw/iBs8qD4SgSg/s400/Summer+2009+047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Ed and Kim for all you do and all the love you give to Charlie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134080070105261214-7653346807695880720?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/7653346807695880720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=7653346807695880720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/7653346807695880720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/7653346807695880720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2009/07/charlies-playground.html' title='Charlie&apos;s playground'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/Sl6-8F_9OpI/AAAAAAAABLY/LXSpkACkV0Y/s72-c/Summer+2009+035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-374896983742280024</id><published>2009-02-25T11:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T11:12:45.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Artist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SaWXNHH7NKI/AAAAAAAABCc/m3k0riDF6bg/s1600-h/An+artist.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306813987432379554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SaWXNHH7NKI/AAAAAAAABCc/m3k0riDF6bg/s400/An+artist.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306814608025863202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SaWXxPA8RCI/AAAAAAAABCs/0qAQma11MoU/s400/the+work.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie received all sorts or great gifts for his 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; Birthday. Three were of the "Art" theme and ones that he has thoroughly enjoyed. His easel, paints and art apron. An artist at work.&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/134080070105261214-374896983742280024?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/374896983742280024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=374896983742280024' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/374896983742280024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/374896983742280024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2009/02/artist.html' title='The Artist'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SaWXNHH7NKI/AAAAAAAABCc/m3k0riDF6bg/s72-c/An+artist.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-3305336744361479497</id><published>2009-02-18T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T16:35:55.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Hat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SZypazyAnLI/AAAAAAAABBU/1w5PtNPjb4Q/s1600-h/Charlie+Playing+Outside+Close+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SZypazyAnLI/AAAAAAAABBU/1w5PtNPjb4Q/s400/Charlie+Playing+Outside+Close+up.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134080070105261214-3305336744361479497?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/3305336744361479497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=3305336744361479497' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/3305336744361479497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/3305336744361479497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2009/02/blue-hat.html' title='Blue Hat'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SZypazyAnLI/AAAAAAAABBU/1w5PtNPjb4Q/s72-c/Charlie+Playing+Outside+Close+up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-975872116579402547</id><published>2009-02-18T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T16:34:11.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SZypA63q_9I/AAAAAAAABBM/t7kSWX-hoPk/s1600-h/Pictures.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SZypA63q_9I/AAAAAAAABBM/t7kSWX-hoPk/s400/Pictures.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures by Dada.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134080070105261214-975872116579402547?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/975872116579402547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=975872116579402547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/975872116579402547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/975872116579402547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2009/02/charlie_18.html' title='Charlie'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SZypA63q_9I/AAAAAAAABBM/t7kSWX-hoPk/s72-c/Pictures.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-2056695491280625595</id><published>2009-02-04T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:59:41.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SYpyA8OHfXI/AAAAAAAAA-c/8StIGIcL9OQ/s1600-h/the+morning+after.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299173272045714802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SYpyA8OHfXI/AAAAAAAAA-c/8StIGIcL9OQ/s400/the+morning+after.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just love this guy.  Charlie the morning after his big party in his jammies and the kitchen apron Mae Mae gave him for his birthday.  We love you Charlie!&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/134080070105261214-2056695491280625595?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/2056695491280625595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=2056695491280625595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/2056695491280625595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/2056695491280625595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-because.html' title='Just because'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SYpyA8OHfXI/AAAAAAAAA-c/8StIGIcL9OQ/s72-c/the+morning+after.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-1030210216455610442</id><published>2009-02-04T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:56:50.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SYprF4V13bI/AAAAAAAAA80/W9OFH2PwilA/s1600-h/Charlie+TWO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299165660322323890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SYprF4V13bI/AAAAAAAAA80/W9OFH2PwilA/s400/Charlie+TWO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;We celebrated Charlie's second birthday with friends and family at our home. Deep dish pizza and chocolate sweet and salty cake were served. Charlie was pretty tired as people were arriving and retreated to his bedroom and the hallway with Pa. Only until our neighbors came over did Charlie light up and realize that it was party time and it was all for him. He received many wonderful gifts and has had an amazing time exploring and discovering them all. Thank you! Charlie's dear Mae Mae flew up from California for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;occasion&lt;/span&gt; and got many snuggles, kisses and in depth conversations from Charlie. She was amazed at how much he's grown in height and in his speech. We've got a talker on our hands people...I just don't know where he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gets&lt;/span&gt; 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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299165665927597698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SYprGNOPjoI/AAAAAAAAA9E/F-Zu-YKCnvw/s400/getting+ready.jpg" border="0" /&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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ginny and Meg fluffing and primping the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299165662657422178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SYprGBCko2I/AAAAAAAAA9M/FkNIH0xm26g/s400/red+lanterns.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The red lanterns I had to drive all over the city to find as I bought them one day before the Chinese New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299165665157014274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SYprGKWhYwI/AAAAAAAAA88/6dOtO1NkIZ4/s400/cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sweet and Salty" cake from the cookbook &lt;a href="http://bakednyc.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baked&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; written by the owners of the same named shop.  This cake is crazy rich, crazy good and only made by crazy people.  It's not the easiest cake I've ever made.  I actually made it for Charlie's Grammy for her Birthday two weeks before and burned the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;caramel&lt;/span&gt; 4 times!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ahhh&lt;/span&gt;!  I had better luck with Charlie's cake, but I tell ya, it still wasn't for the faint of heart.  Thanks KC for frosting it for me...I just don't have the patience to make it look pretty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299165960284152834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SYprXVyUJAI/AAAAAAAAA9k/3PY-O_L7blY/s400/Pa+and+Charlie+watch+tv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie and Pa's favorite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;past time&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hangin&lt;/span&gt;' with each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299165964032070690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SYprXjv41CI/AAAAAAAAA9s/Ek82DZZHbiA/s400/tired+charlie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what Charlie looked like as guest were arriving.  I looked like he needed a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299165960889561522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SYprXYCp8bI/AAAAAAAAA9c/cfNIbw02kgE/s400/michael+and+charlie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut to five minutes later...this is what he looked like when Michael and Maddie showed up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299165665591207410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SYprGL-CpfI/AAAAAAAAA9U/oAXOHHAQQK0/s400/guests.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks a lot for the socks Uncle Will, I play with them all the time - Love Charlie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299165964156114658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SYprXkNdluI/AAAAAAAAA90/QmynIZlRRrc/s400/sweet+josie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most beautiful guest in my opinion.  Baby Josie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299168161551081122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SYptXeJP3qI/AAAAAAAAA-U/NEzzXQj4AR8/s400/sparklers.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sparklers for the sparkler.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299167477768693282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SYpsvq20piI/AAAAAAAAA-M/qvaMq_unfYU/s400/chocolate+smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ahhhh&lt;/span&gt;....Chocolate Clown Coma.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299166082169501010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SYpreb2C9VI/AAAAAAAAA-E/mKluzA0rygY/s400/thomas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Charlie opening gifts and loving being the center of attention.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134080070105261214-1030210216455610442?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/1030210216455610442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=1030210216455610442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/1030210216455610442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/1030210216455610442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2009/02/birthday-party.html' title='Birthday Party'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SYprF4V13bI/AAAAAAAAA80/W9OFH2PwilA/s72-c/Charlie+TWO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-2164453266125541442</id><published>2009-02-04T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:15:09.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A 2 year old lives with us</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's very hard to believe that two years have passed since Charlie was born. We celebrated the actual day, January 28th with a day with just he and I. Spanish class, a haircut and a cupcake. The evening was spent with Mama, Dada, Grammy, Pa, Skipper and Auntie Meg. Dinner and homemade cupcakes for dessert. The gifts that Charlie received were very special, which included an easel that was designed and handmade by Pa and a beautiful table built by Pa Skipper and Charlie's Great Great Uncle Willard. Charlie is wild about both.  I should also mention that EVERY cool gift he got was forgotten when he opened Auntie Meg's gift.  A remote control car.  He went crazy over that silly thing!  We made the mistake of having him open that gift before KC and I revealed our gift to him, which he virtually ignored.  He could care less about the tricycle and helmet...oh well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299158162883677890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SYpkReNLDsI/AAAAAAAAA8k/tYtmKKse6O8/s400/haircut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299158163428318642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SYpkRgPBnbI/AAAAAAAAA8s/iq38-Lf1TiI/s400/new+smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Charlie before getting his haircut.  An example of his new smile which he does with his left eye closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299157907212158290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SYpkClwVRVI/AAAAAAAAA78/FOLojDBdu30/s400/Cupcakes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299157908717761634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SYpkCrXS9GI/AAAAAAAAA8E/VvaGvzZ13HM/s400/Cupcakes+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299157912298293090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SYpkC4s9h2I/AAAAAAAAA8M/u7mJlLfJcRM/s400/cupcakes+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dada and Charlie blowing out his Birthday candle (why didn't I put a second one on there?  I have no idea).  Notice the spit coming out of his mouth on the last shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299157911442019810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SYpkC1gz1eI/AAAAAAAAA8c/irWq5RLHucU/s400/easel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Another smile.  He only does this when he knows you're taking a picture of him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299157910684545810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SYpkCysNsxI/AAAAAAAAA8U/LYKuL5GwS2g/s400/dog+card.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Pa and Grammy gave him this doggy card that sounds like a dog barking "happy birthday to you".  Charlie couldn't get enough of it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While I'm on here I should give a developmental update because god only knows when I'll get the time to post again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Charlie's speech and vocab have sky-rocketed. He talks constantly and always makes sure to say "please" and "thank you", even without being asked. He's using multiple word sentences and often says things like "thank you dada it was really fun" or if asked how he's doing, he may respond "I'm doing really well, mama". Sharp kiddo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134080070105261214-2164453266125541442?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/2164453266125541442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=2164453266125541442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/2164453266125541442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/2164453266125541442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2009/02/2-year-old-lives-with-us.html' title='A 2 year old lives with us'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SYpkReNLDsI/AAAAAAAAA8k/tYtmKKse6O8/s72-c/haircut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-5394704786016776980</id><published>2008-11-04T13:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T14:34:52.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Voted.</title><content type='html'>We got up at 6:30 this morning to be at the polls when they opened at 7:00. We woke the little guy and bundled him up for the 10 minute walk to our polling place. A family affair! I've never been so excited and so nervous for an election. This is it people. This is the time that we decide if we want more of the same or if we want something better for ourselves and for our children. I choose something better. I choose Barack Obama. For the last two months or so, Charlie will say "BER-AHK-O-BA-MA" everytime we pass a sign in someones front yard. He's memorized the way Barack's name is spelled and the different symbols on his campaign materials. He'll stop what he's doing if he sees him on the television and say "BER-AHK-O-BA-MA". I need to get this kiddo out more though...the other day we passed a little African American kid and Charlie pointed and said "BER-AHK-O-BA-MA". That made me smile and worry all in the same breath. Differences. Differences are all around us and I'm sick of people saying that they'll "tolerate" differences (which I guess is better than what is going on right now in California). The word tolerate is so negative and superior and I'm tired of it. I say the new word needs to be "embrace". Let's embrace our differences and learn from one another. It's shocking that we may be voting in the first African American President (or god help us, woman vp) but there is a state considering taking away fundamental civil rights from our friends, neighbors, grandmothers, grandfathers, mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, aunts, uncles....and on and on. If you have ONE person in your life that you love who is gay you cannot in good conscience vote yes on 8. I'm sorry, but they go hand in hand. You cannot on one hand say that you love someone and then deny them love on the hand. It doesn't work like that people. It doesn't work like that family. Do what is right. Please. We love you Ah-May!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264926413898788450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SRDGrb0CLmI/AAAAAAAAAtI/-6gZW9gbgnY/s400/On+our+way.++Go+Obama!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264926415110110370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SRDGrgU1fKI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/X9adlOkoIA8/s400/We+voted!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134080070105261214-5394704786016776980?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/5394704786016776980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=5394704786016776980' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/5394704786016776980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/5394704786016776980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-voted.html' title='We Voted.'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SRDGrb0CLmI/AAAAAAAAAtI/-6gZW9gbgnY/s72-c/On+our+way.++Go+Obama!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-1716999634299602161</id><published>2008-11-04T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T13:38:41.899-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grumpy Bumblebee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love Halloween. Definitely number two on the holiday love list. Last year, Charlie was pirate and a very cute one at that if I do say so myself. I procrastinate...always have...to my mother's dismay, I'm afraid I always will. So last year I found myself scrambling around to find a costume for Charlie with absolutely no idea what I wanted to do. This year was different. I had a plan. I had a vision. I had the time. So, what did I do? I procrastinated. Yes I did. The weekend before Halloween,&lt;img class="gl_italic" alt="Italic" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt; Megan and I set out to find his costume. We were going to turn Charlie into &lt;em&gt;CHARLITO&lt;/em&gt;! Charles Morgan was going to be a Luchador. A Mexican wrestler. All I needed to find were solid jammies, red brief underware, and red converse high tops. I was then going to make his red cape with "Charlito" on the back and sew him the mask using &lt;a href="http://www.capcom-unity.com/bigmex/blog/2008/08/12/how_to_make_a_lucha_libre_mask_out_of_a_tee_shirt"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; instructions. Easy enough and how cool and cute. Well. Out of all the things I couldn't find...Megan and I were not able to locate a pair of solid colored jammies. What the?! Come on...so easy and so ridiculous that we couldn't find them. So...Charlito was finito! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't fret...we found a pretty cute outfit. Charlie the Bumblebee. Correction: Charlie the Grumpy Bumblebee. He was totally unamused with the whole thing. The tights, the legwarmers, having to go up to total strangers, not knowing that he could turn his head when the hood of the costume was up. Unamused. KC's parent brought him over to Microsoft to "trick or treat" in the office and he made a big fuss, so we just went home. No trick or treating for this little guy. As soon as he got home, he wanted to put his jammies on and snuggle in, which was just as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a few friends and family over for Chili and Corn Chowder (thank you Kim!) and had a great time. It was a mello Halloween with very few kids coming to the door. Our neighbor Maddie got locked out of her house (with no shoes on!) and her mom was out with her brother hittin' the hood up for candy. So, she and her friend hung out with Charlie for an hour or so. I should note that Maddie and her brother Michael are two of Charlie's favorite people in the world! Charlie is in love with Maddie and when she babysits, he doesn't even know we're gone. He was thrilled!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charlie's Grandparents brought corn husks from their farm and Charlie's Great Grandfather carved a "CHARLIE' pumpkin.  Look at the picture below.  Can you find all the letters?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264916474935456226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SRC9o6ShMeI/AAAAAAAAAr4/8G71odalaHA/s400/grammy+and+the+grumpy+bumblebee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264916486651032914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SRC9pl7utVI/AAAAAAAAAsI/22rhip5_V88/s400/look+at+those+legs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264916474784569714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SRC9o5ui2XI/AAAAAAAAAsA/rg5-LFyfrsY/s400/grumpy+bumble+bee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264916501584806658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SRC9qdkOAwI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/-eAm63F4d0A/s400/stinger+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264916510683527010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SRC9q_dhd2I/AAAAAAAAAsY/G2Vbbi21EMg/s400/chocolate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264917259582744882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SRC-WlVAqTI/AAAAAAAAAso/C4KAHB4hpuY/s400/Maddie+and+Charlie+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264917262408310626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SRC-Wv2rX2I/AAAAAAAAAsg/nnwUflJdwws/s400/Auntie+Meg+and+Charlie+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264917275320936098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SRC-Xf9SZqI/AAAAAAAAAs4/bvkqD6GFaYE/s400/pumpkins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264917270189401170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SRC-XM11ZFI/AAAAAAAAAsw/XDcbItWR9vY/s400/porch+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134080070105261214-1716999634299602161?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/1716999634299602161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=1716999634299602161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/1716999634299602161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/1716999634299602161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2008/11/grumpy-bumblebee.html' title='Grumpy Bumblebee'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SRC9o6ShMeI/AAAAAAAAAr4/8G71odalaHA/s72-c/grammy+and+the+grumpy+bumblebee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-3725402931749190080</id><published>2008-10-13T13:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T13:31:51.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Hunt 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOwMFSwDMI/AAAAAAAAApQ/Q8r5UZiqhmI/s1600-h/liz+profile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256738911697243330" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOv40ieF5I/AAAAAAAAAow/FSk3DuvDzDc/s400/099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOv5M6GGeI/AAAAAAAAAo4/nowHTFuJdTM/s1600-h/103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256738587323800034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOv5M6GGeI/AAAAAAAAAo4/nowHTFuJdTM/s400/103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOuns0FChI/AAAAAAAAAn4/zvlmVNcVbGM/s1600-h/Pumpkin+Hunt+08+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256737187139226130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOuns0FChI/AAAAAAAAAn4/zvlmVNcVbGM/s400/Pumpkin+Hunt+08+008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOunyCzndI/AAAAAAAAAoA/4IbVLtu4_78/s1600-h/Pumpkin+Hunt+08+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256737188543176146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOunyCzndI/AAAAAAAAAoA/4IbVLtu4_78/s400/Pumpkin+Hunt+08+010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOuoO_qs9I/AAAAAAAAAoI/N2YSZyN3z2M/s1600-h/Pumpkin+Hunt+08+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256737196314637266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOuoO_qs9I/AAAAAAAAAoI/N2YSZyN3z2M/s400/Pumpkin+Hunt+08+014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOuoQPZdYI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/9NGmbDORT7o/s1600-h/Pumpkin+Hunt+08+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256737196649051522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOuoQPZdYI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/9NGmbDORT7o/s400/Pumpkin+Hunt+08+015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/134080070105261214-3725402931749190080?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/3725402931749190080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=3725402931749190080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/3725402931749190080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/3725402931749190080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin-hunt-2008.html' title='Pumpkin Hunt 2008'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOwMFSwDMI/AAAAAAAAApQ/Q8r5UZiqhmI/s72-c/liz+profile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-2063470582823993468</id><published>2008-09-27T17:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T17:10:00.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Mae Mae's viewing pleasure</title><content type='html'>Mama -  Not sure about this config, but it's still a work in progress.  KC doesn't care for the long table.  Living Room pics below.  The last one is the best though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SN7KZCFj7YI/AAAAAAAAAlM/rXtH07Ml5y4/s1600-h/Living+Room+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250856746966314370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SN7KZCFj7YI/AAAAAAAAAlM/rXtH07Ml5y4/s400/Living+Room+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SN7KZW5Fg9I/AAAAAAAAAlU/Vl4N5_6j5fU/s1600-h/Living+Room+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250856752551134162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SN7KZW5Fg9I/AAAAAAAAAlU/Vl4N5_6j5fU/s400/Living+Room+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SN7KZgXdbDI/AAAAAAAAAlc/W8cAugBCWC8/s1600-h/Living+Room+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250856755094449202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SN7KZgXdbDI/AAAAAAAAAlc/W8cAugBCWC8/s400/Living+Room+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SN7KaEsfgYI/AAAAAAAAAlk/xhIlsi71a5Y/s1600-h/Living+Room+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250856764846342530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SN7KaEsfgYI/AAAAAAAAAlk/xhIlsi71a5Y/s400/Living+Room+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250856914396335474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SN7Kixz_TXI/AAAAAAAAAls/l8LCUaf-YtQ/s400/Living+Room+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250856920582330034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SN7KjI22FrI/AAAAAAAAAl0/FFffhPxZPxk/s400/Living+Room+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Charlie's a little sick...runny nose.  Poor little guy!&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/134080070105261214-2063470582823993468?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/2063470582823993468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=2063470582823993468' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/2063470582823993468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/2063470582823993468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2008/09/for-mae-maes-viewing-pleasure.html' title='For Mae Mae&apos;s viewing pleasure'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SN7KZCFj7YI/AAAAAAAAAlM/rXtH07Ml5y4/s72-c/Living+Room+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-3685044233389172555</id><published>2008-08-03T21:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T21:24:10.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Haricut</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SJaECqmejaI/AAAAAAAAAio/3uVoWPjjZsE/s1600-h/In+the+rocket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230513198567689634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SJaECqmejaI/AAAAAAAAAio/3uVoWPjjZsE/s400/In+the+rocket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charlie had is first haircut on Thursday and it went better than I imagined. We headed over to Lil' Klippers in the Wallingford Center for our 3:15 appointment. KC stayed home from work that day so the whole gang was there, Dada, Mama, Auntie Meg and Charlie. Lynette greeted Charlie with a huge smile and reminded me of Go-go (my sister's mother-in-law), sweet, kind and expressive, she talked directly to Charlie and made him so comfortable. He hopped right into that rocket and away he went. No tears, no whining, some fidgeting but not much. The only time you could tell he was a little uneasy was when Lynette started cutting around his ears. He swatted at her hands. As soon as he was finished, you could tell he was a little boy and no longer a baby. We stepped next door to &lt;a href="http://www.trophycupcakes.com/"&gt;Trophy Cupcakes&lt;/a&gt; for a sweet treat afterward. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230511736505377042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SJaCtj_qIRI/AAAAAAAAAhw/_FM-IOhkqwU/s400/hesitation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230511738759978226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SJaCtsZMnPI/AAAAAAAAAh4/G6RPF9Xr7Ts/s400/enjoying.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230511738910387218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SJaCts9DrBI/AAAAAAAAAiA/EeDjw9YkYew/s400/during.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230511740663073746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SJaCtze7i9I/AAAAAAAAAiI/wmVz_BFzcCY/s400/no+ears.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230512291754673666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SJaDN4daBgI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/X5_FfbGwrN4/s400/after.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230512290536714194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SJaDNz7Bb9I/AAAAAAAAAiY/_h1gb-4jpMk/s400/cupcake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230512571676930482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SJaDeLQEsbI/AAAAAAAAAig/ORo7SwZBNqo/s400/yum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134080070105261214-3685044233389172555?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/3685044233389172555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=3685044233389172555' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/3685044233389172555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/3685044233389172555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-haricut.html' title='First Haricut'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SJaECqmejaI/AAAAAAAAAio/3uVoWPjjZsE/s72-c/In+the+rocket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-509474795681175773</id><published>2008-07-14T14:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T22:13:03.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye bye bugaboo...hello Bob!</title><content type='html'>We're buying a new stroller. Now that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;KC's&lt;/span&gt; running and I'm hoping to start soon, we're moving over to a &lt;a href="http://www.bobgear.com/"&gt;Bob&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; I'm selling&lt;/span&gt; the bugaboo on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;craigslist&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update:  The bugaboo sold and the Bob is ours.  Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222991613592701842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SHvLMzEJi5I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/hPjGc-3OPAc/s400/bob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134080070105261214-509474795681175773?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/509474795681175773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=509474795681175773' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/509474795681175773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/509474795681175773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2008/07/bye-bye-bugaboohello-bob.html' title='Bye bye bugaboo...hello Bob!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SHvLMzEJi5I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/hPjGc-3OPAc/s72-c/bob.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-6189724283761879774</id><published>2008-07-14T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T13:12:47.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I just love this little guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222965104634996018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SHuzFxgHpTI/AAAAAAAAAhI/Myiyi07Wrnw/s400/Fathers+Day+Weekend+184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134080070105261214-6189724283761879774?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/6189724283761879774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=6189724283761879774' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/6189724283761879774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/6189724283761879774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-sweet.html' title='So Sweet'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SHuzFxgHpTI/AAAAAAAAAhI/Myiyi07Wrnw/s72-c/Fathers+Day+Weekend+184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-6217861618333444893</id><published>2008-07-13T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T11:04:47.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday "Pa"!</title><content type='html'>Charlie calls his Grandpa, "Pa". We celebrated Pa's 60th birthday yesterday with a boat trip around Lake Union. Happy Birthdy Pa, we love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SHpDkLu1T_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/xWXuXAHr3Bo/s1600-h/Pa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222561006793084914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SHpDkLu1T_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/xWXuXAHr3Bo/s400/Pa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SHpDkU_nKHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/6pGSythRFWY/s1600-h/gpa+and+Charlie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222561009279379570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SHpDkU_nKHI/AAAAAAAAAgo/6pGSythRFWY/s400/gpa+and+Charlie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SHpDkeOSJ7I/AAAAAAAAAgw/w0xNOPsex0k/s1600-h/dada+and+charlie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222561011756836786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SHpDkeOSJ7I/AAAAAAAAAgw/w0xNOPsex0k/s400/dada+and+charlie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SHpDkpbgXMI/AAAAAAAAAg4/x2vwhv4yM1Q/s1600-h/dada+and+charlie2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222561014765083842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SHpDkpbgXMI/AAAAAAAAAg4/x2vwhv4yM1Q/s400/dada+and+charlie2.jpg" border="0" /&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/134080070105261214-6217861618333444893?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/6217861618333444893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=6217861618333444893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/6217861618333444893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/6217861618333444893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-pa.html' title='Happy Birthday &quot;Pa&quot;!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SHpDkLu1T_I/AAAAAAAAAgg/xWXuXAHr3Bo/s72-c/Pa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-2035912049338273395</id><published>2008-07-12T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T22:15:47.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How do they learn this?</title><content type='html'>Charlie is so lucky to have his Grammy and Pa Morgan close by. He spends &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every other&lt;/span&gt; Friday with them and gets so excited when they come to our house to pick him up. It's comforting for me to know that he's getting the best care and attention while I'm at work and we can't thank them enough for all they do for us and for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;spending&lt;/span&gt; quality time with Charlie. This past Friday, the Grandparents informed me that Charlie learned something new and they were able to catch it on camera. I was so excited to learn what this new skill was until they showed me. Wow...both nostrils! How and where did Charlie learn to pick his nose? I guess he was doing it all day long and really enjoying it. I haven't yet seen the action live, but I'm looking out for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SHpEoFu6z0I/AAAAAAAAAhA/UwV_25qGhHs/s1600-h/nose+pikcing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222562173413936962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SHpEoFu6z0I/AAAAAAAAAhA/UwV_25qGhHs/s400/nose+pikcing.jpg" border="0" /&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/134080070105261214-2035912049338273395?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/2035912049338273395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=2035912049338273395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/2035912049338273395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/2035912049338273395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-do-they-learn-this.html' title='How do they learn this?'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SHpEoFu6z0I/AAAAAAAAAhA/UwV_25qGhHs/s72-c/nose+pikcing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-763193195990240748</id><published>2008-06-24T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T22:07:03.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guppy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SGHRZev6GSI/AAAAAAAAAgI/314gavjGVKM/s1600-h/j0433157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215680079152683298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SGHRZev6GSI/AAAAAAAAAgI/314gavjGVKM/s400/j0433157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charlie had his first swim lesson today and did really well. He looked the part in his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hawaiian&lt;/span&gt; print board shorts and 'little swimmers' diapers. The teacher was a young thing, probably on her summer vacation from the local state school and just itching to get back to her real life on campus with her Gamma Beta Phi Omega Chi sisters. She didn't really tune in much and there was only three of us in the pool. Oh well. Charlie enjoyed himself. Oh yea, I had to get in the pool too. Oh joy. "It's all for the boy, it's all for the boy, it's all for the boy (my mantra as I was walking around "the club" in my bathing suit). " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134080070105261214-763193195990240748?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/763193195990240748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=763193195990240748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/763193195990240748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/763193195990240748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2008/06/guppie.html' title='Guppy'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SGHRZev6GSI/AAAAAAAAAgI/314gavjGVKM/s72-c/j0433157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-7214318927482942786</id><published>2008-06-24T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T14:29:57.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SGFnDdX_YMI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/u2NeBZo0VXQ/s1600-h/blackjesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215563152594264258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SGFnDdX_YMI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/u2NeBZo0VXQ/s400/blackjesus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;I don't know if you noticed but the picture above is not Charlie. It's a picture of black Jesus. I don't know why, but the idea of a black Jesus just makes more sense to me. It fits, it's right. So, if I was a follower of Jesus, he would be black. What does this have to do with Charlie? Well, he said "Jesus" the other day. Our days of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;expletives&lt;/span&gt; like "shit!", "damn!", f***!" and yes, "Jesus!" (sorry jesus...and/or god, we're really bad and take your name in vain ALL the time) are over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134080070105261214-7214318927482942786?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/7214318927482942786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=7214318927482942786' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/7214318927482942786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/7214318927482942786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2008/06/black-jesus.html' title='Black Jesus'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SGFnDdX_YMI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/u2NeBZo0VXQ/s72-c/blackjesus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-919658968167895227</id><published>2008-06-16T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T17:05:10.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words that Charlie says</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SFb_DNARZ5I/AAAAAAAAAfI/WoWIyw0ysjk/s1600-h/words.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212634049223419794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SFb_DNARZ5I/AAAAAAAAAfI/WoWIyw0ysjk/s400/words.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kitty Cat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good Boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MaeMae&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charlie ("yallie")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi ("eye")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bye Bye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Arugala ("roo-ah")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baba (bottle)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blank (blanket)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bike&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Book&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ball&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baseball&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tortuga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shoe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bird&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Juice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so many more that escape me....&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/134080070105261214-919658968167895227?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/919658968167895227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=919658968167895227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/919658968167895227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/919658968167895227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2008/06/words-that-charlie-says.html' title='Words that Charlie says'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SFb_DNARZ5I/AAAAAAAAAfI/WoWIyw0ysjk/s72-c/words.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-660998325476627201</id><published>2008-06-16T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T16:52:47.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So proud</title><content type='html'>It's a warm day and Charlie was enjoying hanging out in his diapers (a rare treat up here in the chilly Northwest). He disappeared for a bit in his room and came back with his converse shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie: "On? On? On?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "You want these on?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie: (nod)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Okay"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stayed this way until his nap at noon. He's so proud and so am I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212630990980997522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SFb8RMKdYZI/AAAAAAAAAfA/Cnz27CtfqIs/s400/Charlies+outfit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134080070105261214-660998325476627201?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/660998325476627201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=660998325476627201' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/660998325476627201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/660998325476627201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2008/06/so-proud.html' title='So proud'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SFb8RMKdYZI/AAAAAAAAAfA/Cnz27CtfqIs/s72-c/Charlies+outfit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-7793895794719297219</id><published>2008-06-16T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T13:08:08.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day in Seattle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Amazing blue &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;skys&lt;/span&gt; with little puffy white clouds greeted us in the morning. Charlie and I served KC his protein shake in bed and snuggled in for a bit. We then took him to the Ballard Farmers Market where we picked up fresh veggies, fruit, cheese and meat. After a quick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pit stop&lt;/span&gt; home, we headed to the kite shop then off to Gas Works Park for a picnic and kite flying. We had a great day with Dada and hope he did too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212572356601289650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SFbG8OE9m7I/AAAAAAAAAeY/gl-Qj-RU1M0/s400/Fathers+Day+Weekend+136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212572360752949042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SFbG8diy5zI/AAAAAAAAAeg/r4F_ULwtk24/s400/Fathers+Day+Weekend+143.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212572375956877794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SFbG9WLsceI/AAAAAAAAAe4/Fx5gzyae8i0/s400/Fathers+Day+Weekend+170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mae Mae - Does the picture below look familiar?  Charlie could not stop talking to this group of people sitting in front of us.  He was so sure that they wanted to be his best friends.  Hilarious.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212572368484511778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SFbG86WJMCI/AAAAAAAAAeo/y1EmjiZErwQ/s400/Fathers+Day+Weekend+158.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134080070105261214-7793895794719297219?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/7793895794719297219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=7793895794719297219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/7793895794719297219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/7793895794719297219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2008/06/fathers-day-in-seattle.html' title='Father&apos;s Day in Seattle'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SFbG8OE9m7I/AAAAAAAAAeY/gl-Qj-RU1M0/s72-c/Fathers+Day+Weekend+136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-4063097126865601980</id><published>2008-06-16T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T13:17:05.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>The weekend was gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous. We started the weekend by of course going to the gym then taking a ferry over to Grammy and Grandpa Morgan's farm in Kingston. Charlie hung out with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Honeybear&lt;/span&gt; (AKA Fabio - pony), Pansy (the miniature donkey), Sunny (horse), Perry (the horse), Dude (dog), Noel (dog), Jake (dog), Perry (the cat), Bahama Mam (cat), &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tibedeaux&lt;/span&gt; (cat), Autumn (cat) and many many more fun and frisky animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212568824921577650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SFbDupi52LI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/4yB0XALUQ_4/s400/Fathers+Day+Weekend+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212568841113832994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SFbDvl3cDiI/AAAAAAAAAdg/1Hnx5qpRBqM/s400/Fathers+Day+Weekend+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212568850022001154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SFbDwHDT6gI/AAAAAAAAAdo/kY9b4leM2mE/s400/Fathers+Day+Weekend+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212568855130109106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SFbDwaFLdLI/AAAAAAAAAdw/Ir3PQ4mPBs0/s400/Fathers+Day+Weekend+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212569256096447474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SFbEHvzAO_I/AAAAAAAAAeA/oKiHo4HHeNA/s400/Fathers+Day+Weekend+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212569244383632194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SFbEHEKc20I/AAAAAAAAAd4/uPYc2iBgH7E/s400/Fathers+Day+Weekend+100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a wonderful walk around the property, visiting the animals, smelling the herbs in the vegetable garden and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;swinging&lt;/span&gt; in the hammock with Grandpa, KC and Ed were off for a golf lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212569791779716322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SFbEm7X2POI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/7UK3O3aMAQI/s400/Fathers+Day+Weekend+117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212569261503601986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SFbEID8K3UI/AAAAAAAAAeI/NS2AY8Gm6wo/s400/Fathers+Day+Weekend+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A delicious dinner of grilled oysters on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;half shell&lt;/span&gt; with homemade &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tomatillo&lt;/span&gt; sauce, jerk chicken and shrimp and fresh fruit followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day went by too fast and we ran for the 9:55 ferry, knowing we would miss it but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ecstatic&lt;/span&gt; to find that it was running late so we made the boat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134080070105261214-4063097126865601980?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/4063097126865601980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=4063097126865601980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/4063097126865601980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/4063097126865601980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2008/06/fathers-day-weekend.html' title='Father&apos;s Day Weekend'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SFbDupi52LI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/4yB0XALUQ_4/s72-c/Fathers+Day+Weekend+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-1779544171767272629</id><published>2008-06-12T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T16:34:27.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooker Heels for Newborns</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;What the hell is wrong with people? &lt;a href="http://www.heelarious.com/index.php"&gt;This &lt;/a&gt;is just wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211142278750886450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SFGySu73WjI/AAAAAAAAAcw/ClO4Ob19kYA/s400/baby+shoes.jpg" border="0" /&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/134080070105261214-1779544171767272629?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/1779544171767272629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=1779544171767272629' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/1779544171767272629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/1779544171767272629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2008/06/hooker-heels-for-newborns.html' title='Hooker Heels for Newborns'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SFGySu73WjI/AAAAAAAAAcw/ClO4Ob19kYA/s72-c/baby+shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-4273923437267934940</id><published>2008-05-31T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T23:28:21.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby...baby...baby?</title><content type='html'>Charlie's really been into babies lately. He spots babies out and about - "baby?!" He sees them on the television, in books or on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; - "baby?!" When he wants to see pictures or video of himself, he repeats "baby...baby...baby?!". Not until we go to his blog or pull up a picture of him is he satisfied. So, I decided it was time to get him his very own. I announced to KC today that we would be making a trip to the toy store to pick out a baby doll for Charlie. I didn't give a thought to how my husband would react to this as he's a progressive kind of guy. A smart man with great taste, an open mind with skills in the kitchen, garden and doing laundry. He's sensitive to boot. God I'm a lucky woman. So why did he immediately roll his eyes and say "What?, No we're not. You're joking". As if he was in disbelief or he thought I was trying to be funny. The man struggled with the idea the entire time we searched two stores and then didn't want Charlie to take it out of the car when we went to dinner and Barnes and Noble. What is wrong with him? Where did my liberal, easy-going, non judgemental husband go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to two stores before I found the perfect one. I didn't want it too small as I want Charlie to also be able to grow into it. I wanted it to have a soft body so he could snuggle with it and I was open to looking at both pink and blue dolls. They have a shockingly limited selection for boy dolls, by the way. Really so sad. So, the best one happened to be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Corolle&lt;/span&gt; Bebe Do doll with cute pink &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt; on. At the first store, they had a few display dolls that Charlie went crazy over. At the second store, KC and Charlie stayed in the car. When I returned to the car, I couldn't get that thing out of the packaging fast enough. Charlie was going wild in the back. "BABY?!, BABY?!, BABY?!". He loves it and even uses the tiny bottle to feed it. I totally forgot how baby dolls are infused with a slight vanilla scent. Dreamy and darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206795334533762738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SEJAxR0LzrI/AAAAAAAAAbk/MhEXRNKaPJM/s400/baby+doll.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134080070105261214-4273923437267934940?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/4273923437267934940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=4273923437267934940' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/4273923437267934940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/4273923437267934940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2008/05/babybabybaby.html' title='Baby...baby...baby?'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SEJAxR0LzrI/AAAAAAAAAbk/MhEXRNKaPJM/s72-c/baby+doll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-4475104101977466979</id><published>2008-05-30T21:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T21:48:34.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Closet Idea</title><content type='html'>Charlie's closet is long and narrow.  Martha features this closet from her home in this months Martha Stewart Living.  I think it's a great solution...but where can I place a rod for hanging clothes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SEDXlx0LzqI/AAAAAAAAAbc/o4JO3TNyFS0/s1600-h/closet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206398213267639970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SEDXlx0LzqI/AAAAAAAAAbc/o4JO3TNyFS0/s400/closet.jpg" border="0" /&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/134080070105261214-4475104101977466979?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/4475104101977466979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=4475104101977466979' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/4475104101977466979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/4475104101977466979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2008/05/closet-idea.html' title='Closet Idea'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SEDXlx0LzqI/AAAAAAAAAbc/o4JO3TNyFS0/s72-c/closet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-8307651520086546276</id><published>2008-05-28T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T00:18:29.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Bees and Bookshelves</title><content type='html'>I hope everyone had a wonderful Memorial weekend. The weather in Seattle was amazing on Saturday and Sunday and the members of the Morgan family were busy little bees. On Saturday we headed over to Swanson's, which is an amazing nursery in our neighborhood. They have it all. A k&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;oi&lt;/span&gt; pond, cafe, gift shop and oh ya...plants. Our goal was to find veggies for our raised bed that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;KC's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dad gave us. We purchased lettuce, carrots, beets, artichokes, sweet and hot peppers, sweet peas, pumpkins, winter squash, two types of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;melons&lt;/span&gt;, and a bunch of herbs. Charlie and Dada did the digging, Charlie ate dirt and now knows how to say "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Arugula&lt;/span&gt;". Pictures below are of Charlie at the nursery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="267" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205467781617405490" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SD2JXh0LzjI/AAAAAAAAAak/S2mywWu343A/s400/Swansons1.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205467785912372802" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SD2JXx0LzkI/AAAAAAAAAas/R24dRIXad6A/s400/swansons2.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="267" /&gt;Another family outing this weekend was to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ikea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. What the heck were we thinking!? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ikea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on memorial day weekend? We planned to get there right when it opened and unfortunately I misread the website and thought it opened at 9am. Well, the restaurant opened at 9am and the store at 10am. So we had an hour to kill, which is really difficult with a 16 month old. We made it into the store with about 100 other people (it was tax free weekend at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ikea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - who knew!?). Charlie got a bee in his bonnet right around the sofa area and didn't stop having a tantrum until we reached the cashiers. That place is a maze and takes forever to get through normally. With a screaming child, it's even longer and more agonizing. I wanted to take the little shortcuts but feared we would miss something. We talked of just dropping everything and going to the car, but decided we weren't bothering anyone as it's quite loud in there and people were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hustling&lt;/span&gt; through. Had we been someplace that Charlie would normally be enjoying, we would have left in a second. Our goal for this whole trip was to buy shelves for both Charlie's room and the bathroom. KC spent most of Monday installing them. Thank you Honey, I think they look great! We hung the first shelf at a level where Charlie could get to his books all on his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="267" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205470268403469906" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SD2LoR0LzlI/AAAAAAAAAa0/20RfWkc1xXU/s400/bookshelf.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt; &lt;img alt="" border="0" height="267" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205470276993404514" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SD2Lox0LzmI/AAAAAAAAAa8/NiBw1fyFRP0/s400/bookshelf1.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt; &lt;img alt="" border="0" height="267" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205474022204886674" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SD2PCx0LzpI/AAAAAAAAAbU/sE_j8tX7v6M/s400/bookshelf2.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Now, how do I go about arranging the shelves? Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134080070105261214-8307651520086546276?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/8307651520086546276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=8307651520086546276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/8307651520086546276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/8307651520086546276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-hope-everyone-had-wonderful-memorial.html' title='Busy Bees and Bookshelves'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SD2JXh0LzjI/AAAAAAAAAak/S2mywWu343A/s72-c/Swansons1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-3115113557524882134</id><published>2008-05-03T21:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T22:00:01.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evidence</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://images.video.msn.com/flash/soapbox1_1.swf" quality="high" width="432" height="364" base="http://images.video.msn.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" pluginspage="http://macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="c=v&amp;v=645c9974-4a71-4ce9-9a68-e086a23fd2c2&amp;ifs=true&amp;fr=msnvideo&amp;mkt=en-US&amp;brand="&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://video.msn.com/video.aspx?vid=645c9974-4a71-4ce9-9a68-e086a23fd2c2" target="_new" title="Charlie Wakling"&gt;Video: Charlie Wakling&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134080070105261214-3115113557524882134?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/3115113557524882134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=3115113557524882134' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/3115113557524882134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/3115113557524882134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2008/05/evidence.html' title='Evidence'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-408682472472913456</id><published>2008-04-28T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T22:13:42.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Six steps or more</title><content type='html'>Charlie walked tonight for the first time.  Well at least &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; calling it the first time.  KC said he took three steps last night, but I wasn't there to witness it, so it didn't happen as far as I'm concerned.  We were hanging outside waiting for KC (Dada) when I decided to try to get him to walk.  He's been standing up with "look mama no hands!" for a few weeks now and about two weeks ago he started standing up on his own from a sitting position.  Well, long story short.  He walked, our boy finally walked!  KC wasn't there but our neighbors saw it and made sure to really rub it in when they saw KC.  Speaking of our neighbors...they have a brand new baby and she's precious!  Little Josie will be Charlie's girlfriend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134080070105261214-408682472472913456?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/408682472472913456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=408682472472913456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/408682472472913456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/408682472472913456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2008/04/six-steps-or-more.html' title='Six steps or more'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-7105429813511646362</id><published>2008-04-28T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T22:05:50.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strike up the band</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The house I grew up in was located on a direct route between a Rose Parade float warehouse, where they create many floats each year and Colorado Blvd. Every year on New Years Eve, we would have our own mini Rose Parade in front of our home while 10 or so floats were being driven to the starting point. We loved it and were lucky if we walked away with a few flowers thrown by the workers riding the floats. I had a similar feeling tonight. Our local High School is about 6 blocks away. When they're preparing for a parade, they use the streets of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ballard&lt;/span&gt; as their practice route. KC and I were getting Charlie ready for bed when I heard the music. I ran outside and saw them about a block away, moving in our direction. All the neighbors came out and many decided to join the "parade" by walking the sidewalks with the band. Charlie was dancing around and having a great time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194528334525409970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SBar_5sWqrI/AAAAAAAAAZY/IMQ5jMjR630/s320/charlie+and+band.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194528338820377282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SBasAJsWqsI/AAAAAAAAAZg/R7sSI4YXFnw/s320/trumpets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194528343115344594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SBasAZsWqtI/AAAAAAAAAZo/JbUDSGNr5HU/s320/charlie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194528343115344610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SBasAZsWquI/AAAAAAAAAZw/nbm2315k0wk/s320/bye+bye+band.jpg" border="0" /&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/134080070105261214-7105429813511646362?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/7105429813511646362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=7105429813511646362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/7105429813511646362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/7105429813511646362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2008/04/strike-up-band.html' title='Strike up the band'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SBar_5sWqrI/AAAAAAAAAZY/IMQ5jMjR630/s72-c/charlie+and+band.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-4437962358596213989</id><published>2008-04-16T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T18:24:41.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's my sharpie?</title><content type='html'>The day has come. I've dreaded it for 14+ months now and it's finally arrived. Charlie's going to daycare. KC and I are starting our "program" tomorrow and Charlie gets to be a "sea turtle" for 4 hours a week while mom is busting her bum on the treadmill. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sharpied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; his food containers, lunchbox, diaper bag, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blankie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and extra clothes. I know I'll have separation anxiety. I hope he plays well with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: Charlie did really well.  I met KC in the hall after our workout and we picked him up together.  I cried when I dropped him off but the teachers were so kind and told me to give them a call from any phone in the club if I wanted status.  I only thought about doing that twice...or many three times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190101622199106322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SAbx7VNbOxI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/iiqEEYp128s/s320/tupperware.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134080070105261214-4437962358596213989?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/4437962358596213989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=4437962358596213989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/4437962358596213989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/4437962358596213989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2008/04/wheres-my-sharpie.html' title='Where&apos;s my sharpie?'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SAbx7VNbOxI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/iiqEEYp128s/s72-c/tupperware.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-3984835717168160087</id><published>2008-04-16T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T00:19:23.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Garbage Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Wednesdays are a big deal in our house. Wednesday is garbage/recycle day and Charlie's favorite day of the week. He is in love with the huge, dirty, stinky, loud trucks. Regardless of what we're doing, playing on the floor, eating breakfast in the kitchen, changing a diaper, etc. etc. - Charlie must get to the front window immediately when he hears the rumble of the truck creeping up or down our street. It's so funny to see his eyes get even more enormous than they already are and for him to look at me like "window, Mama - STAT!". The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;garbage men&lt;/span&gt; (er...waste management coordinators), know him and make sure to wave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; they pass. I don't think it's a coincidence that they always choose our house to stop, raise the bucket, dump the trash and run the compactor. They do it for the boy, for sure. If it's nice outside, which up here means it's not raining, we'll sit on the front steps or our stoop by the sidewalk for a closer more personal look at the action. I caught a few shots of Charlie's usual hangout at approximately 7:45 and 9:00 AM every Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="267" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190098718801214162" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SAbvSVNbOtI/AAAAAAAAAYw/uAGG6lbM4jM/s400/window2.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt; &lt;img alt="" border="0" height="267" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190098731686116082" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SAbvTFNbOvI/AAAAAAAAAZA/dSff1O9namk/s400/window1.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="267" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190100015881337602" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SAbwd1NbOwI/AAAAAAAAAZI/guV0H8pWShY/s400/window.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134080070105261214-3984835717168160087?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/3984835717168160087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=3984835717168160087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/3984835717168160087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/3984835717168160087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2008/04/garbage-day.html' title='Garbage Day'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SAbvSVNbOtI/AAAAAAAAAYw/uAGG6lbM4jM/s72-c/window2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-5196962672383659469</id><published>2008-03-30T18:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T13:46:19.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello mounted flat sreen!</title><content type='html'>I originally posted the below pictures to show my mom that we *finally* mounted the damn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;flat-screen&lt;/span&gt;, after almost a year. My husband has been getting tips from his father on how to best hide the cords, which I believe we'll be threading through the wall and into the closet to the right of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; - so I think that will be solved soon. Does anyone have suggestions for the room? With Charlie toddling around, we have to keep it a bit sparse. The table with the lamp is actually a nesting table with the smaller of the two temporarily supporting our cable box. I bought the two barrel chairs the day before Charlie was born and loved them at the time, but now think the black laurel print is way too Crate &amp;amp; Barrel - which isn't a surprise because they came from where else but....Crate &amp;amp; Barrel! I blame it on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;delirium&lt;/span&gt; of being 41+ weeks pregnant. Any suggestions on how to warm up the space, what to use as a coffee table (ottoman?) or how to liven it up would be appreciated.  Oh - and I almost forgot...is the flat-sreen mounted too high?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R_BCLvJ81wI/AAAAAAAAAYM/uVHKq_ZJt8k/s1600-h/livingroom3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183715940507637506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R_BCLvJ81wI/AAAAAAAAAYM/uVHKq_ZJt8k/s320/livingroom3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R_BCLvJ81xI/AAAAAAAAAYU/ujaXpKrbVj4/s1600-h/livingroom2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183715940507637522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R_BCLvJ81xI/AAAAAAAAAYU/ujaXpKrbVj4/s320/livingroom2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R_BCMPJ81yI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Y0OXmlNKpDA/s1600-h/livingroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183715949097572130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R_BCMPJ81yI/AAAAAAAAAYc/Y0OXmlNKpDA/s320/livingroom.jpg" border="0" /&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/134080070105261214-5196962672383659469?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/5196962672383659469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=5196962672383659469' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/5196962672383659469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/5196962672383659469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2008/03/hello-mounted-flat-sreen.html' title='Hello mounted flat sreen!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R_BCLvJ81wI/AAAAAAAAAYM/uVHKq_ZJt8k/s72-c/livingroom3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-8099703821838733988</id><published>2008-03-30T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T18:44:12.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bye bye round table</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R_BBzvJ81tI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Z0hCsMK7zik/s1600-h/breakfast+room3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183715528190777042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R_BBzvJ81tI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Z0hCsMK7zik/s320/breakfast+room3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R_BBz_J81uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/AXG9zehzDUA/s1600-h/breakfast+room2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183715532485744354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R_BBz_J81uI/AAAAAAAAAX8/AXG9zehzDUA/s320/breakfast+room2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R_BB0PJ81vI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Q8fTC13L9oc/s1600-h/breakfast+room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183715536780711666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R_BB0PJ81vI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Q8fTC13L9oc/s320/breakfast+room.jpg" border="0" /&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/134080070105261214-8099703821838733988?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/8099703821838733988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=8099703821838733988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/8099703821838733988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/8099703821838733988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2008/03/bye-bye-round-table.html' title='bye bye round table'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R_BBzvJ81tI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Z0hCsMK7zik/s72-c/breakfast+room3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-2232921489154925671</id><published>2008-03-12T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T11:57:23.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie and Dada</title><content type='html'>A few shots of Dada and Charlie on the front porch.  We had a few days of "warm" weather, so bare feet were in order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R9gnUfjH_kI/AAAAAAAAAXg/a2HhJlagfzI/s1600-h/dada+and+charlie+smile+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176931004682075714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R9gnUfjH_kI/AAAAAAAAAXg/a2HhJlagfzI/s320/dada+and+charlie+smile+edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R9gnLPjH_fI/AAAAAAAAAW4/whu-EZoYBaY/s1600-h/dada+and+charlie+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176930845768285682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R9gnLPjH_fI/AAAAAAAAAW4/whu-EZoYBaY/s320/dada+and+charlie+edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R9gnLvjH_gI/AAAAAAAAAXA/fk7U7ayTEns/s1600-h/dada+and+charlie+bw+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176930854358220290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R9gnLvjH_gI/AAAAAAAAAXA/fk7U7ayTEns/s320/dada+and+charlie+bw+edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R9gnMfjH_hI/AAAAAAAAAXI/rOtU0WCJ9vI/s1600-h/dada+and+charlie+front+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176930867243122194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R9gnMfjH_hI/AAAAAAAAAXI/rOtU0WCJ9vI/s320/dada+and+charlie+front+edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R9gnMvjH_iI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/A7Lqd6D3Dvc/s1600-h/dada+and+charlie+front+1+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176930871538089506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R9gnMvjH_iI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/A7Lqd6D3Dvc/s320/dada+and+charlie+front+1+edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R9gnNPjH_jI/AAAAAAAAAXY/C_yV99YNxYE/s1600-h/dada+and+charlie+front+2+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176930880128024114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R9gnNPjH_jI/AAAAAAAAAXY/C_yV99YNxYE/s320/dada+and+charlie+front+2+edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134080070105261214-2232921489154925671?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/2232921489154925671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=2232921489154925671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/2232921489154925671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/2232921489154925671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2008/03/charlie-and-dada.html' title='Charlie and Dada'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R9gnUfjH_kI/AAAAAAAAAXg/a2HhJlagfzI/s72-c/dada+and+charlie+smile+edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-443185813192700803</id><published>2008-03-12T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T11:52:30.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures, pictures, pictures!</title><content type='html'>Everytime...okay maybe not &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;everytime&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, but almost everytime I talk to my Mom, she stresses how much &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;everyone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (aka Auntie Sarsh) wants to see more pictures of Charlie on the site.  Im bad.  I know I'm bad about posting, but the time, people...the time!  It's slim.  I have a few to share.  Enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176929016112217522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R9glgvjH_bI/AAAAAAAAAWY/XAJRcsphHVQ/s320/charlie+food+edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R9glhfjH_cI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tGFCBSwMSl4/s1600-h/charlie+food+1+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176929028997119426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R9glhfjH_cI/AAAAAAAAAWg/tGFCBSwMSl4/s320/charlie+food+1+edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R9glhvjH_dI/AAAAAAAAAWo/09sPWzjmC2s/s1600-h/charlie+and+olly+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176929033292086738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R9glhvjH_dI/AAAAAAAAAWo/09sPWzjmC2s/s320/charlie+and+olly+edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R9gliPjH_eI/AAAAAAAAAWw/fw2DrNpdWGM/s1600-h/charlie+mama+zoo+edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176929041882021346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R9gliPjH_eI/AAAAAAAAAWw/fw2DrNpdWGM/s320/charlie+mama+zoo+edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/134080070105261214-443185813192700803?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/443185813192700803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=443185813192700803' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/443185813192700803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/443185813192700803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2008/03/pictures-pictures-pictures.html' title='Pictures, pictures, pictures!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R9glgvjH_bI/AAAAAAAAAWY/XAJRcsphHVQ/s72-c/charlie+food+edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-2387882284201304567</id><published>2008-02-17T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T13:32:15.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And he's off!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few days after Charlie's birthday, a package arrived for him. Inside was a Radio Flyer Trike from Uncle Rick and Aunt Jean. I couldn't wait for KC to get home to assemble it, so I did it myself. With little encouragement from the parents, Charlie's taken to it very well. We took it outside yesterday for the first time and look at him go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168062095199222578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R7ilGBGCuzI/AAAAAAAAAUw/lRSwA9zM1W8/s320/Radio+Flyer+charlie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R7ilFxGCuyI/AAAAAAAAAUo/qmoDVFtWudA/s1600-h/Radio+Flyer+action.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168062090904255266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R7ilFxGCuyI/AAAAAAAAAUo/qmoDVFtWudA/s320/Radio+Flyer+action.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168063048681962354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R7il9hGCu3I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/cEZF_AZRrpc/s320/Radio+Flyer+grass.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168064006459669442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R7im1RGCu8I/AAAAAAAAAV4/a5QT8rS7T4k/s320/Radio+Flyer+Grumpy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some additional photos in black and white.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168063546898168722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R7imahGCu5I/AAAAAAAAAVg/7WCgyGhifiw/s320/Radio+Flyer+BW+dad.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168064586280254418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R7inXBGCu9I/AAAAAAAAAWA/hvYtNJANmy8/s320/Radio+Flyer+BW+Vroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168064792438684658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R7injBGCu_I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/i1mQ-k3NQeQ/s320/Radio+Flyer+BW+closeup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Uncle Ricky!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/134080070105261214-2387882284201304567?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/2387882284201304567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=2387882284201304567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/2387882284201304567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/2387882284201304567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-hes-off.html' title='And he&apos;s off!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R7ilGBGCuzI/AAAAAAAAAUw/lRSwA9zM1W8/s72-c/Radio+Flyer+charlie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-8936578948074246380</id><published>2008-02-06T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T11:26:36.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh boy aprons!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R6oHKHBVkBI/AAAAAAAAAT8/4PkZhogQstI/s1600-h/Apron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163947792998436882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R6oHKHBVkBI/AAAAAAAAAT8/4PkZhogQstI/s400/Apron.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You want to bake with Mama? You want to fingerpaint? You want to work with Dada outside? No problem! These overall aprons from &lt;a href="http://www.fromthebeanpot.com/OverallAprons.html"&gt;Beansoup&lt;/a&gt; via &lt;a href="http://www.designmom.com/"&gt;Design Mom&lt;/a&gt;, look like the perfect addition to Charlie's play clothes. They look sturdy, fashionable and easy to get on and off. Now...to buy or make my own, that's the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163948312689479714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R6oHoXBVkCI/AAAAAAAAAUE/r87K_5iof34/s400/girl+apron.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, if he wanted to wear this adorable &lt;a href="http://www.fromthebeanpot.com/Orangecream.html"&gt;Orange Creamsicle Cobbler&lt;/a&gt; apron, that would be fine too. The colors and patterns are too cute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134080070105261214-8936578948074246380?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/8936578948074246380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=8936578948074246380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/8936578948074246380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/8936578948074246380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2008/02/oh-boy-aprons.html' title='Oh boy aprons!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R6oHKHBVkBI/AAAAAAAAAT8/4PkZhogQstI/s72-c/Apron.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-3057996006129805285</id><published>2008-01-28T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T21:15:44.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One year</title><content type='html'>Charlie turned one year old today. We celebrated with a snow day and stayed indoors snuggled with Dada, Mae Mae and Auntie Meg. His party on Saturday was so much fun and I think a hit with the guests. Here are some shots from the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160758221435408178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R56yQnBVjzI/AAAAAAAAASI/7XuMgogJLhE/s400/Birthday+Banner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I made a birthday banner for Charlie and one that we can take out year after year. It was made with ribbon and really fun fabrics I found at a local fabric and craft store. It turned out better than I thought it would and my Mom had the ingenious idea of adding "celebrate" to the other side. Brilliant!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160758857090568002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R56y1nBVj0I/AAAAAAAAASQ/HWgh_qPeCfQ/s400/Trees.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We gave small plants to each guest. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160759235047690066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R56zLnBVj1I/AAAAAAAAASY/4r4vseovOmk/s400/Cakes.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160759239342657378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R56zL3BVj2I/AAAAAAAAASg/4_WjzxWUUWU/s400/candle1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;KC and I were up all night cooking chili and baking Charlie's cake. Buttermilk orange cake with homemade lemon curd and white chocolate cream cheese frosting. I would love to take a cake decorating/frosting class. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160760063976378226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R56z73BVj3I/AAAAAAAAASo/i5Lrk6_SIZo/s400/charlie.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160760106926051202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R56z-XBVj4I/AAAAAAAAASw/fkFism1muJI/s400/Charlie+cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Charlie was so delicate with the cake and as you can see from the picture above, tickled to be sung to and be the center of attention. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160760699631538066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R560g3BVj5I/AAAAAAAAAS4/sXMcixEmcps/s400/gifts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The gifts Charlie received were wonderful. Books, animal puppets, funky t-shirts, rain boots, toys. So generous. Thank you everyone! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134080070105261214-3057996006129805285?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/3057996006129805285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=3057996006129805285' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/3057996006129805285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/3057996006129805285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-year.html' title='One year'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R56yQnBVjzI/AAAAAAAAASI/7XuMgogJLhE/s72-c/Birthday+Banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-6221552686832128149</id><published>2008-01-17T16:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T16:09:36.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Focus</title><content type='html'>One new year resolution that I've made is to find a digital photography class. Oh, how I wish this picture was in focus. Charlie looks so much like his Grandpa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yount&lt;/span&gt; in black &amp;amp; white pictures, especially with the dress shirt on. We miss you Pop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156601510405715538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R4_twLv5tlI/AAAAAAAAASA/NxOAioxZ5Vw/s400/unfocus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134080070105261214-6221552686832128149?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/6221552686832128149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=6221552686832128149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/6221552686832128149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/6221552686832128149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2008/01/focus.html' title='Focus'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R4_twLv5tlI/AAAAAAAAASA/NxOAioxZ5Vw/s72-c/unfocus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-8275822507402134752</id><published>2008-01-17T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T15:57:18.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Stars</title><content type='html'>Between work and the holiday madness, I haven't had an opportunity to post pictures of our trip to California for Christmas. Here are a few to buy me some time to edit and post the others.  Thank you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Auntie&lt;/span&gt; Gigi for the star &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt;!  Charlie wears them all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R4_qiLv5tfI/AAAAAAAAARQ/JeEgMkPRki8/s1600-h/Hap+and+gang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156597971352663538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R4_qiLv5tfI/AAAAAAAAARQ/JeEgMkPRki8/s400/Hap+and+gang.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R4_qirv5tgI/AAAAAAAAARY/2b5AKNzP9UY/s1600-h/Auntie+Gigi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156597979942598146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R4_qirv5tgI/AAAAAAAAARY/2b5AKNzP9UY/s400/Auntie+Gigi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R4_qirv5thI/AAAAAAAAARg/uyJkXLCeXkU/s1600-h/the+boys1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156597979942598162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R4_qirv5thI/AAAAAAAAARg/uyJkXLCeXkU/s400/the+boys1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R4_qi7v5tiI/AAAAAAAAARo/TLThOnKQ9qE/s1600-h/the+boys2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156597984237565474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R4_qi7v5tiI/AAAAAAAAARo/TLThOnKQ9qE/s400/the+boys2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R4_qjLv5tjI/AAAAAAAAARw/IKCiv4F8uR4/s1600-h/the+boys3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156597988532532786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R4_qjLv5tjI/AAAAAAAAARw/IKCiv4F8uR4/s400/the+boys3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156598151741290050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R4_qsrv5tkI/AAAAAAAAAR4/YwvFOwtPLQY/s400/the+boys5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134080070105261214-8275822507402134752?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/8275822507402134752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=8275822507402134752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/8275822507402134752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/8275822507402134752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2008/01/our-stars.html' title='Our Stars'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R4_qiLv5tfI/AAAAAAAAARQ/JeEgMkPRki8/s72-c/Hap+and+gang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-5567740143638820474</id><published>2008-01-16T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T14:33:01.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Mama wants...this room.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's gorgeous. I love the colors and the contrast of old and new. I adore it and wish I could go in this direction in my home. Mae Mae...is it possible?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156205806478800354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R46F3Lv5teI/AAAAAAAAARI/roa6dRIZvYE/s400/betterhomespic.jpg" border="0" /&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/134080070105261214-5567740143638820474?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/5567740143638820474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=5567740143638820474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/5567740143638820474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/5567740143638820474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-mama-wantsthis-room.html' title='What Mama wants...this room.'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R46F3Lv5teI/AAAAAAAAARI/roa6dRIZvYE/s72-c/betterhomespic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-3643399909792948987</id><published>2008-01-10T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T22:17:31.932-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babyhawk</title><content type='html'>Charlie and I set out for a brisk walk yesterday. It was very cold and windy, but I just had to get out of the house and Charlie very much enjoys the outdoors. We made &lt;a href="http://www.gracewindsperinatal.com/index.php"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gracewinds&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;our destination, which is only a few blocks away from our house. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gracewinds&lt;/span&gt; is an incredible resource for new mothers and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;family's&lt;/span&gt;, but one that I didn't use when Charlie was a newborn. They have childbirth, parenting and nursing classes as well as classes on baby wearing and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;infant&lt;/span&gt; safety. While at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Gracewinds&lt;/span&gt; shop &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Peapod&lt;/span&gt;, I tried on a &lt;a href="http://www.babyhawk.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Babyhawk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;baby carrier and both Charlie and I loved it. They are surprisingly easy to use, come in great colors and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;patterns&lt;/span&gt; and best of all are extremely comfortable. We can no longer use the Bjorn that was so thoughtfully given to us as a gift, as the weight requirement tops out at 22 pounds and Charlie's just about there. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;babyhawk&lt;/span&gt; goes to 40 pounds. 40 POUNDS! Isn't that like a 6 year old or something? I doubt I'll be letting him hang off me for that long, but he's still at the age where carrying him is still needed. I didn't care for the fabric print on the last one they had, so we headed off to &lt;a href="http://www.birthandbeyond.com/"&gt;Birth and Beyond&lt;/a&gt; in Madison Park. Birth and Beyond is such a great store and has 10 times the amount of products than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Peapod&lt;/span&gt;. The woman that helped us was gracious and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;knowledgeable&lt;/span&gt; and we ended up buying a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;babyhawk&lt;/span&gt;. I wore it around the house and I think Charlie thought I was pretty strange to strap him to me in the house, when he probably preferred to be crawling on the floor playing. When I called KC to tell him I purchased a carrier, he asked "did you get one of those hippie sacks?!" Too funny. For what it's worth...I love it and I think Charlie does too. I'm off to knit a hemp scarf and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;stir fry&lt;/span&gt; some tofu...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;tata&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154094147153016242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R4cFUbv5tbI/AAAAAAAAAQw/kOBJL4-t6pQ/s400/babyhawk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154094791398110674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R4cF57v5tdI/AAAAAAAAARA/MT3oP4LNSkE/s400/babyhawk1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134080070105261214-3643399909792948987?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/3643399909792948987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=3643399909792948987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/3643399909792948987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/3643399909792948987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2008/01/babyhawk.html' title='Babyhawk'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/R4cFUbv5tbI/AAAAAAAAAQw/kOBJL4-t6pQ/s72-c/babyhawk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-5418719747779360438</id><published>2007-11-14T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T17:58:46.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adiri Update</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to share a great article about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Adiri&lt;/span&gt;, featured in the NY Times. Looks like a great company, I totally want to work for them. I can't sing their praises enough. Charlie is still using the original two that I purchased months ago and loves them. My mom was cracking up when Charlie stayed with her for a few days, recalling the looks on people's faces when they spotted the Natural Nurser...natural is right! Like I said before...a little shocking but worth it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article is &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/11/14/business/smallbusiness/14bottle.html?_r=1&amp;amp;oref=slogin"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134080070105261214-5418719747779360438?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/5418719747779360438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=5418719747779360438' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/5418719747779360438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/5418719747779360438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2007/11/adiri-update.html' title='Adiri Update'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-4072065887229346188</id><published>2007-11-10T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T14:08:08.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mae mae's cottage</title><content type='html'>This site is meant for Charlie. A place for me to share little stories, developments and pictures or my beautiful boy. Sometimes though, I get off track. Sometime I have to post something that has nothing or very little to do with that darling boy of mine and this is just that time. My mom is an Interior Designer by trade, by heart, by soul. This woman is amazing and can make your hum-drum average home into a showroom in 10 minutes only using the items already in the home. I swear she needs to go into business for herself...her girls have all told her this time and time again. Stepping into her cottage home is like stepping into a magazine. She creates &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whimsical&lt;/span&gt; yet elegant vignettes and for as long as I can remember always decorates for the holidays...always. I was able to capture a few shots of her Halloween decorations before she packed them away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131304584378596962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RzYOVSo4PmI/AAAAAAAAAQg/sIEMu3v2mOM/s400/Cali+Trip+with+the+Girls+083edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131304060392586834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RzYN2yo4PlI/AAAAAAAAAQY/RpqIe7Vq8rY/s400/Cali+Trip+with+the+Girls+086edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131304047507684930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RzYN2Co4PkI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/yIDsw55zgAE/s400/Cali+Trip+with+the+Girls+085edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&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/134080070105261214-4072065887229346188?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/4072065887229346188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=4072065887229346188' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/4072065887229346188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/4072065887229346188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2007/11/cottage.html' title='mae mae&apos;s cottage'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RzYOVSo4PmI/AAAAAAAAAQg/sIEMu3v2mOM/s72-c/Cali+Trip+with+the+Girls+083edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-710148271900761028</id><published>2007-11-10T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T11:26:47.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>first flight</title><content type='html'>Charlie took his first airplane trip last week and he did great! He and I flew to Los Angeles to visit Mae Mae and for me to have a girls weekend with Tori, Robyn and Kelly...so much fun! My mom (Mae Mae) watched Charlie for two nights and I got caught up on the gossip, relaxed with the girls and had a pedicure. Thank you Tori for a wonderful weekend! We extended out stay with Mae Mae until Tuesday so we could fit in some quality cousin time. The boys were amazing with Charlie, very gentle, helpful and kind.  Just look at the sweet pictures of Dalton and Charlie...darling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131292601419840978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RzYDbyo4PdI/AAAAAAAAAPg/iyJYC0y2tzw/s400/Cali+Trip+with+the+Girls+058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131293370218986994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RzYEIio4PfI/AAAAAAAAAPw/yMtSYyr9tCY/s400/Cali+Trip+with+the+Girls+109.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131292867707813346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RzYDrSo4PeI/AAAAAAAAAPo/2PjOmhmVI2E/s400/Cali+Trip+with+the+Girls+096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134080070105261214-710148271900761028?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/710148271900761028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=710148271900761028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/710148271900761028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/710148271900761028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2007/11/first-flight.html' title='first flight'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RzYDbyo4PdI/AAAAAAAAAPg/iyJYC0y2tzw/s72-c/Cali+Trip+with+the+Girls+058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-3002907058814154451</id><published>2007-11-01T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T20:42:05.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahoy!</title><content type='html'>I have wonderful memories of Halloween as a child growing up in Arcadia. The costumes my mom would make were amazing and I really wanted to do the same for Charlie. But alas...my procrastination that has plagued me for as long as I can remember reared it's ugly head and I found myself running around on Monday trying to come up with an appropriate costume. I found an adorable pirate's hat at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gymboree&lt;/span&gt; for $5 and couldn't pass it up. I tried to find red and white striped tights or sock, but found a better solution with a pair of striped Christmas pajamas with a little gingerbread man on the chest (which we covered up with his white kimono &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;onsie&lt;/span&gt;). We finished the outfit with a pair of black &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;corduroy&lt;/span&gt; pants that I rolled up. I was so proud of myself for putting together his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;outfit&lt;/span&gt; with clothes he could really use after Halloween had come and gone. And the best part about his costume? He looked adorable! Auntie Meg, her best friends and our neighbors John and Stacy came over for chili and Charlie of course. We had about 10 to 12 groups of kids trick-or-treat, which was so fun. Bat costumes were all the rage this year it seemed. I love Halloween.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127928417300201234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RyoPugLPPxI/AAAAAAAAAPY/S-7KhVPEY54/s400/DSC_0046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134080070105261214-3002907058814154451?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/3002907058814154451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=3002907058814154451' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/3002907058814154451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/3002907058814154451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2007/11/ahoy.html' title='Ahoy!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RyoPugLPPxI/AAAAAAAAAPY/S-7KhVPEY54/s72-c/DSC_0046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-6201375474068695581</id><published>2007-10-29T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T09:01:11.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 months old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RyYDPQLPPvI/AAAAAAAAAPE/L92WysjlDgM/s1600-h/Nine+Month+Birthday+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126788786382913266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RyYDPQLPPvI/AAAAAAAAAPE/L92WysjlDgM/s400/Nine+Month+Birthday+039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RyYDSQLPPwI/AAAAAAAAAPM/DHIEm3cBKx8/s1600-h/Nine+Month+Birthday+053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126788837922520834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RyYDSQLPPwI/AAAAAAAAAPM/DHIEm3cBKx8/s400/Nine+Month+Birthday+053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charlie turned 9 months yesterday and he spent his special day snuggled in with Dada, Mama and Auntie Meg. He's saying "khee khee" for kitty, "Dadadada" for Dad and "Mamamama" for Mama. He's also really into screaming when he get's excited, regardless of where we are. Charlie seems to get away with it though, since he's so adorable. He's a wonderful napper and allows me to get a few hours each day to myself. He's getting a little bored with purees so we've been feeding him little bits of whatever we're eating...chicken, pasta, whole wheat bread, shredded cheddar cheese, yogurt. He's still not a huge eater. He had his first taste of Ivar's clam chowder yesterday..yum! We love you Charlie!&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/134080070105261214-6201375474068695581?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/6201375474068695581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=6201375474068695581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/6201375474068695581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/6201375474068695581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2007/10/9-months-old.html' title='9 months old'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RyYDPQLPPvI/AAAAAAAAAPE/L92WysjlDgM/s72-c/Nine+Month+Birthday+039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-6928845641161216984</id><published>2007-10-21T23:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T08:13:54.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting him out early</title><content type='html'>Charlie and I took KC to Willamette Valley, Oregon to go wine tasting for his Birthday. We had a surprisingly wonderful time. I say this because I went into this trip quite blindly. Yes, I did research...a little. I tried booking us into a B&amp;amp;B but no one would take babies/children, I tried to do the right thing by becoming familiar with the wineries prior to the trip by trolling &lt;em&gt;Wine Spectator&lt;/em&gt;, but I had a really, really busy week and didn't get around to it until the night before we left. So, yet again, I was flying by the seat of my pants, which is typically fun and spontaneous but a little stressful. We awoke at 6:30am on Saturday morning and headed to Oregon around 7:30. The drive was wet and windy and slightly depressing, but by this time I had told KC where we were going and we were both excited. We rolled into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Newburg&lt;/span&gt;, OR around lunchtime and stopped off at &lt;a href="http://www.thefrenchbear.com/"&gt;The French Bear&lt;/a&gt;. Wonderful food and the owner, Doris Nelson is a love. She brought out the winery brochure and circled all of her favorites, adding that we need to tell so-and-so "hello" or tell what's-her-name that "Doris says hi!" She was great and stopped circling suggestions around the letter "D" in an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alphabetized&lt;/span&gt; list of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; 60 wineries, so really, we guessed we were on our own. I must say that after two days of tasting and buying, some of Doris' favorites proved to be our favorites too. To make a very long, relaxing, picturesque and delicious story short - we had a ball, met wonderful people, bought too much wine and become members of two wine clubs -&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; yikes&lt;/span&gt;! We were a hit wherever we stopped because of Charlie and the answer to the question "can you take a baby wine tasting?" is YES! We even saw a few others along the way and all the drunk men and women loved flirting with Charlie. We're starting him out early and are proud of it. Oh, and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Pinots&lt;/span&gt; in Oregon? - Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/Rxy8UvpCI_I/AAAAAAAAAO0/nsJ_UCFO1LU/s1600-h/volt+and+Willamit+Wine+tour+059.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124178373836416002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/Rxy9FPpCJAI/AAAAAAAAAO8/zgr8tAyShOY/s400/volt+and+Willamit+Wine+tour+059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134080070105261214-6928845641161216984?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/6928845641161216984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=6928845641161216984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/6928845641161216984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/6928845641161216984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2007/10/starting-him-out-early.html' title='Starting him out early'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/Rxy9FPpCJAI/AAAAAAAAAO8/zgr8tAyShOY/s72-c/volt+and+Willamit+Wine+tour+059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-1736741466799349491</id><published>2007-10-07T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T01:05:14.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Morgan</title><content type='html'>I love Fall! For the last three years, KC and I have driven out to &lt;a href="http://fallcityfarms.com/"&gt;Fall City Farms&lt;/a&gt; to choose our pumpkins. The first year we went, I had no idea what I was getting myself into. Where I come from, you "pick" your pumpkin out of a huge box outside of Ralph's or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Albertson's&lt;/span&gt;. If you're lucky, you get to go to the corner pumpkin "patch" which is a black-top parking lot covered with hay and littered with pumpkins (substitute "pumpkin" with "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; tree" and you also have my childhood memory of picking out x-mas trees).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was not prepared to spend hours in a huge muddy field carefully choosing finalists for the ultimate pumpkin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pageant&lt;/span&gt; that KC orchestrates at the end of our excursion. He picks his pumpkins off the vine and lines them up side by side, carefully considering the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;attributes&lt;/span&gt; of each one but ultimately choosing them based on how they look as a group. This amuses me and I totally get into it, making KC wear his "pumpkin sweater" each year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our trip this year got off to a rocky start, but we made it to the farm no worse for wear. We had a blast. Our pumpkins are beautiful and the gourds we got this year are so funky and fun. Oh, Charlie had a good time too. He wore his "pumpkin sweater" just like Dad. Thank Mae Mae!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Pumpkin Photos &lt;a href="http://charlie-morgan.com/pumpkin.aspx"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RwndcvpCI1I/AAAAAAAAAOE/Tans6iLRIKU/s1600-h/Pumpkin+Hunt+07+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118865937377928018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RwndcvpCI1I/AAAAAAAAAOE/Tans6iLRIKU/s320/Pumpkin+Hunt+07+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134080070105261214-1736741466799349491?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/1736741466799349491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=1736741466799349491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/1736741466799349491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/1736741466799349491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-great-pumpkin-charlie-morgan.html' title='It&apos;s The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Morgan'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RwndcvpCI1I/AAAAAAAAAOE/Tans6iLRIKU/s72-c/Pumpkin+Hunt+07+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-9036859899417719995</id><published>2007-10-02T10:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T20:57:12.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>second best</title><content type='html'>If you're transitioning out of breastfeeding or pumping and using a bottle, I've found what I think is the best alternative to the breast. The &lt;a href="http://adiri.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;adiri&lt;/span&gt; natural nurser&lt;/a&gt;. I was looking for glass bottles, since I've been reading reports of polycarbonate and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bisphenol&lt;/span&gt;-A chemicals found in baby bottles. We ordered two last week and it showed up at our door within 4 days. I have to say the bottle is a little shocking, if not graphic. It looks very similar to an A cup breast, and feels like one too. It's definitely "natural". The first attempt with Charlie was a miss. KC discovered that the nipple didn't have large enough holes or there just wasn't enough of them, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt; we purchased the stage 3 (6+ months). So, I took a needle and made my own. Even after the alteration, Charlie wasn't having it, so I brought in the big guns. Dad. KC was finally able to get Charlie to drink from it and now he loves these bottles. In addition to being a healthier alternative to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Avent&lt;/span&gt; or Dr. Brown's, the bottle only has two parts that need washing. The bottle and the base, which houses the venting system. They are ridiculously easy to clean. I couldn't be happier with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RwKJCfpCI0I/AAAAAAAAAN8/6T-RUZ_sSgA/s1600-h/photo_nn_stage3_2bottles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116802802592654146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RwKJCfpCI0I/AAAAAAAAAN8/6T-RUZ_sSgA/s320/photo_nn_stage3_2bottles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134080070105261214-9036859899417719995?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/9036859899417719995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=9036859899417719995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/9036859899417719995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/9036859899417719995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2007/10/second-best.html' title='second best'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RwKJCfpCI0I/AAAAAAAAAN8/6T-RUZ_sSgA/s72-c/photo_nn_stage3_2bottles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-4937914763934580892</id><published>2007-09-25T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T11:02:09.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>Some recent and adorable pictures of Charlie boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RvlJXfpCItI/AAAAAAAAANI/wRW-_5uNb9Y/s1600-h/DSC_0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114199519835333330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RvlJXfpCItI/AAAAAAAAANI/wRW-_5uNb9Y/s320/DSC_0107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RvlJZPpCIuI/AAAAAAAAANQ/bklxKKYMzbg/s1600-h/DSC_0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114199549900104418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RvlJZPpCIuI/AAAAAAAAANQ/bklxKKYMzbg/s320/DSC_0101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RvlKhPpCIvI/AAAAAAAAANY/wSGRO8hhWb8/s1600-h/DSC_0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114200786850685682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RvlKhPpCIvI/AAAAAAAAANY/wSGRO8hhWb8/s320/DSC_0118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RvlMmPpCIzI/AAAAAAAAAN0/zN1pJP0iDy8/s1600-h/DSC_0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114203071773287218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RvlMmPpCIzI/AAAAAAAAAN0/zN1pJP0iDy8/s320/DSC_0115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RvlLXfpCIxI/AAAAAAAAANo/Sz0-CT8b-gU/s1600-h/DSC_0134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114201718858588946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RvlLXfpCIxI/AAAAAAAAANo/Sz0-CT8b-gU/s320/DSC_0134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RvlKkPpCIwI/AAAAAAAAANg/Ji8mufsILAg/s1600-h/DSC_0131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114200838390293250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RvlKkPpCIwI/AAAAAAAAANg/Ji8mufsILAg/s320/DSC_0131.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134080070105261214-4937914763934580892?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/4937914763934580892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=4937914763934580892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/4937914763934580892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/4937914763934580892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2007/09/some-recent-and-adorable-pictures-of.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RvlJXfpCItI/AAAAAAAAANI/wRW-_5uNb9Y/s72-c/DSC_0107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-4374642944760610644</id><published>2007-09-25T10:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T10:35:28.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>little pearls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I don't know if you can see them in the picture, but Charlie's getting his two lower front teeth. Are we there already? He's really growing fast isn't he. Charlie will be 8 months on Friday and he's so lucky to have his Mae Mae flying up to see him on that very same day. We'll be sure to take lots of pictures as we're planning to go to the pumpkin patch, which in this family is a huge event. KC won't settle for just any old pumpkin...it's a process. So stay tuned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RvlGkfpCIsI/AAAAAAAAANA/YWQpkHE2ZxY/s1600-h/DSC_0133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114196444638749378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RvlGkfpCIsI/AAAAAAAAANA/YWQpkHE2ZxY/s320/DSC_0133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134080070105261214-4374642944760610644?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/4374642944760610644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=4374642944760610644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/4374642944760610644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/4374642944760610644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2007/09/little-pearls.html' title='little pearls'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RvlGkfpCIsI/AAAAAAAAANA/YWQpkHE2ZxY/s72-c/DSC_0133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-8582290293419740551</id><published>2007-09-12T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T23:42:56.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friends</title><content type='html'>Charlie has a best friend and he tells me all the time how much he loves her. His Auntie Meg always makes time to come over to his house to visit, play and snuggle him. He wants her to know that there's no person in this world as special as she. We love you Auntie Meg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RuhyjWMpivI/AAAAAAAAAMw/1dQFpDbdQEM/s1600-h/DSC_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109459728831449842" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RuhyjWMpivI/AAAAAAAAAMw/1dQFpDbdQEM/s400/DSC_0015.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RuhzQGMpiwI/AAAAAAAAAM4/VO2eM-Yly9M/s1600-h/DSC_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="267" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109460497630595842" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RuhzQGMpiwI/AAAAAAAAAM4/VO2eM-Yly9M/s400/DSC_0038.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134080070105261214-8582290293419740551?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/8582290293419740551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=8582290293419740551' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/8582290293419740551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/8582290293419740551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2007/09/best-friends.html' title='Best Friends'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RuhyjWMpivI/AAAAAAAAAMw/1dQFpDbdQEM/s72-c/DSC_0015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-5099413241572647393</id><published>2007-09-12T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T18:21:31.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does it make a difference?</title><content type='html'>So we decided to go with Satin finish on the paint. We tried matte and it looked a bit too industrial. I've also decided to go with white wood flower boxes with brackets on the bottom that mimic the ones at our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;roof line&lt;/span&gt;. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/Ruhv6WMpitI/AAAAAAAAAMk/TPAsuaCAUkg/s1600-h/DSC_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109456825433557714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/Ruhv6WMpitI/AAAAAAAAAMk/TPAsuaCAUkg/s320/DSC_0066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134080070105261214-5099413241572647393?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/5099413241572647393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=5099413241572647393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/5099413241572647393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/5099413241572647393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-we-decided-to-go-with-satin-finish.html' title='Does it make a difference?'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/Ruhv6WMpitI/AAAAAAAAAMk/TPAsuaCAUkg/s72-c/DSC_0066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-3665793974597830528</id><published>2007-09-09T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T18:17:34.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie's window</title><content type='html'>This really doesn't have anything to do with Charlie, although it is Charlie's window. We had our painter come over today to paint a few test windows in black. What do you think? The paint is satin...and the other option would be something more matte. Any opinions on the matter? I'm also thinking of installing flower boxes...possibly black iron. Discuss and share. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RuSZzteM1yI/AAAAAAAAAMM/6rFySukbP6k/s1600-h/DSC_0527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108376991003629346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RuSZzteM1yI/AAAAAAAAAMM/6rFySukbP6k/s320/DSC_0527.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RuSaW9eM1zI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Im3aEzj89jI/s1600-h/DSC_0528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108377596594018098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RuSaW9eM1zI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Im3aEzj89jI/s320/DSC_0528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RuSaw9eM10I/AAAAAAAAAMc/63k8dXgf-hk/s1600-h/DSC_0526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108378043270616898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RuSaw9eM10I/AAAAAAAAAMc/63k8dXgf-hk/s320/DSC_0526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134080070105261214-3665793974597830528?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/3665793974597830528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=3665793974597830528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/3665793974597830528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/3665793974597830528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2007/09/charlies-window.html' title='Charlie&apos;s window'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RuSZzteM1yI/AAAAAAAAAMM/6rFySukbP6k/s72-c/DSC_0527.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-487743903977528953</id><published>2007-08-30T09:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T23:44:34.675-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='highchair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Evidence that I feed him</title><content type='html'>So he's a little lean...someone has to be in the 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; percentile, right? These pictures were taken a couple of weeks ago, right after Charlie got his highchair that we LOVE. I've been trying to cook and puree organic fruits and veggies and although more time consuming than jarred baby food, totally worth it. I keep Earth's Best jarred food on hand for times that I don't have the fresh stuff or if we're on the go. Charlie's favorite foods are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rice cereal&lt;br /&gt;Oatmeal cereal&lt;br /&gt;Bananas&lt;br /&gt;Carrots&lt;br /&gt;Green beans - loves these fresh from Great Grandpa's garden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/Rtb5AteM1rI/AAAAAAAAALY/iHuEMxSG_aE/s1600-h/DSC_0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="268" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104541018272618162" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/Rtb5AteM1rI/AAAAAAAAALY/iHuEMxSG_aE/s400/DSC_0114.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/Rtb5BteM1sI/AAAAAAAAALg/D9tYfj1EAvE/s1600-h/DSC_0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="268" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104541035452487362" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/Rtb5BteM1sI/AAAAAAAAALg/D9tYfj1EAvE/s400/DSC_0106.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/Rtb6vdeM1vI/AAAAAAAAAL4/lju7nd2Ydjo/s1600-h/DSC_0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="268" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104542920943130354" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/Rtb6vdeM1vI/AAAAAAAAAL4/lju7nd2Ydjo/s400/DSC_0104.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/Rtb6t9eM1uI/AAAAAAAAALw/hpaGAKIp1uM/s1600-h/DSC_0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="268" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104542895173326562" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/Rtb6t9eM1uI/AAAAAAAAALw/hpaGAKIp1uM/s400/DSC_0118.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134080070105261214-487743903977528953?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/487743903977528953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=487743903977528953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/487743903977528953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/487743903977528953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2007/08/evidence-that-i-feed-him.html' title='Evidence that I feed him'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/Rtb5AteM1rI/AAAAAAAAALY/iHuEMxSG_aE/s72-c/DSC_0114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-9170951898097614173</id><published>2007-08-30T09:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T15:54:18.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother of the year</title><content type='html'>I knew it would happen. It happens to every kid and for some kids multiple times. I just knew the day would come, but not on my watch. I would be damned if Charlie would ever fall, be dropped or get hurt on my watch. Well, I stand corrected. Charlie fell asleep on our bed as he often does (he loves taking naps on our bed since we have the ceiling fan in there and is more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;snugly&lt;/span&gt; than his crib). I surrounded him with pillows and went out to the kitchen to continue posting things on his blog. I heard a thud and scream and found him face down on our hardwood floor. Oh my god! There's no word to describe how I felt. After many tears from him, more tears from me, a call to KC so I could sob and a small red spot on his head, I determined he was going to be fine. I'm sorry Charlie! You're banished to your crib from now on buddy...sorry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134080070105261214-9170951898097614173?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/9170951898097614173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=9170951898097614173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/9170951898097614173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/9170951898097614173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2007/08/mother-or-year.html' title='Mother of the year'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-8338361145478883135</id><published>2007-08-30T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T10:28:28.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 month checkup</title><content type='html'>Here we go again...another checkup, another brutal round of shots. I can honestly say that this has been the hardest thing about being a new parent. It's heart-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wrenching&lt;/span&gt;. Those tears..oh my god those tears. I love our Doctors office because they let you have the room as long as you need it, in case you want to nurse your baby to soothe them after the horrible episode. The nurse gave Charlie cute blue &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;camo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bandaides&lt;/span&gt;, you can see them below in the picture. It gives him the sense that he's been through a battle of sorts. Charlie cried but as soon as I picked him up and gave him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kissies&lt;/span&gt;, he was fine. He even smiled. So without further ado....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height: 261/2 in - 50th %&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 15 lbs 3 oz - 10th %&lt;br /&gt;Head Circumference: 441/2 - 50th to 75th %&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RtbxuNeM1pI/AAAAAAAAALI/jc1w9cEBVos/s1600-h/DSC_0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104533003863643794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RtbxuNeM1pI/AAAAAAAAALI/jc1w9cEBVos/s400/DSC_0095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bandaides&lt;/span&gt;? So funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RtbxvdeM1qI/AAAAAAAAALQ/U16JXWFDdU4/s1600-h/DSC_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104533025338480290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RtbxvdeM1qI/AAAAAAAAALQ/U16JXWFDdU4/s400/DSC_0066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;binkie&lt;/span&gt;...he doesn't &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; need it but it comforts him and mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134080070105261214-8338361145478883135?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/8338361145478883135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=8338361145478883135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/8338361145478883135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/8338361145478883135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2007/08/6-month-checkup.html' title='6 month checkup'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RtbxuNeM1pI/AAAAAAAAALI/jc1w9cEBVos/s72-c/DSC_0095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-8070366597040517635</id><published>2007-08-29T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T20:37:00.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PEPS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Charlie has been meeting with these little babies since he was 4 months old. Our PEPs group has been great and we've both enjoyed getting to know new people. Charlie's on the far right with Henry next to him. Get a load of Henry. Isn't he adorable? You gotta love the pose. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RtY7LteM1nI/AAAAAAAAAK4/MQm4A_Oj2rc/s1600-h/DSC_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104332300041901682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RtY7LteM1nI/AAAAAAAAAK4/MQm4A_Oj2rc/s400/DSC_0032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RtY7NNeM1oI/AAAAAAAAALA/MdHtEMJWQ7E/s1600-h/DSC_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104332325811705474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RtY7NNeM1oI/AAAAAAAAALA/MdHtEMJWQ7E/s400/DSC_0029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134080070105261214-8070366597040517635?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/8070366597040517635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=8070366597040517635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/8070366597040517635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/8070366597040517635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2007/08/peps.html' title='PEPS'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RtY7LteM1nI/AAAAAAAAAK4/MQm4A_Oj2rc/s72-c/DSC_0032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-1702736347324490002</id><published>2007-08-15T16:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T23:45:45.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tripp Trapp</title><content type='html'>I've been looking for highchairs for the past couple of weeks and had a list of criteria that needed to be met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must be compact (with a 980 sq ft house this is a must)&lt;br /&gt;Modern and stylish&lt;br /&gt;Easy to clean&lt;br /&gt;Comfy for little guy&lt;br /&gt;Durable&lt;br /&gt;As little plastic as possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Versatile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I found it! The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Stokke&lt;/span&gt; Tripp &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Trapp&lt;/span&gt; chair. The only set back was the price. Although it was more than I wanted spend, the clincher for me was trying to buy one used from a woman out in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sammamish&lt;/span&gt;. She had posted an ad on Craig's List and we gave her a call. She wanted $150 for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tripp&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;trapp&lt;/span&gt; that was 3 years old (they retail for $199) and she originally bought it when her daughter was 3 years old and has used it since. 3 years old! We can get tons of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mileage&lt;/span&gt; out of this thing and it holds it's value too. SOLD! She didn't have the strap that was needed for Charlie to use it, so we went to the local retailer and brought one home. If there's one thing that I've realized about myself since Charlie's been born is that 1) I'm a sucker - what? My child must have this for ____ reason? Sold. 2) I'm a consumer. I like new...I know, I know, it's bad. But I do. So, there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlie loves it...what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RsOXYagr2lI/AAAAAAAAAJg/K7cLGKKw3RE/s1600-h/thechair.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="640" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099085648802601554" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RsOXYagr2lI/AAAAAAAAAJg/K7cLGKKw3RE/s640/thechair.JPG" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RsOQ86gr2kI/AAAAAAAAAJY/y0F1nDweHCw/s1600-h/thechair.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134080070105261214-1702736347324490002?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/1702736347324490002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=1702736347324490002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/1702736347324490002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/1702736347324490002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2007/08/ive-been-looking-for-highchairs-for.html' title='Tripp Trapp'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RsOXYagr2lI/AAAAAAAAAJg/K7cLGKKw3RE/s72-c/thechair.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-2144199215687677404</id><published>2007-08-15T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T23:46:35.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flyboy</title><content type='html'>Saturday with Great Grandpa was a blast. We first went to breakfast then off to the Museum of Flight, which was amazing. KC and I have wanted to go for the past year or so but I had no idea how engaging and extraordinary it would be. There were four areas of the museum. The Red Barn, which was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Boeing's&lt;/span&gt; first factory, the WWI and WWII exhibits, the main room with tons of actual airplanes and the space exhibit. We made it through the Red Barn, WWII and the main room...there was just too little time to see it all and we were there for 5 hours. We need to go back. My favorite part was the WWII room. It was so well done with actual aircraft, clothing, memorabilia donated from families, video diaries and a great area dedicated to women pilots. Fabulous! Charlie of course did great. He hung out in the backpack for most of the time and he and I slipped into the theatre at the museum, when he got hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Charlie boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RsOKmagr2iI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ct99FjHK7VA/s1600-h/Charlieair.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099071595669608994" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RsOKmagr2iI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ct99FjHK7VA/s400/Charlieair.JPG" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys hanging out by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Concorde&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RsOKoKgr2jI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/jhMIEH_G5hg/s1600-h/theguysair.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="268" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099071625734380082" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RsOKoKgr2jI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/jhMIEH_G5hg/s400/theguysair.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div 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title='Flyboy'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RsOKmagr2iI/AAAAAAAAAJI/ct99FjHK7VA/s72-c/Charlieair.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-3099653006792290288</id><published>2007-08-15T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T00:11:22.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Aunties</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RsOIUqgr2fI/AAAAAAAAAIw/AEwsIYPz7C4/s1600-h/auntieg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099069091703675378" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RsOIUqgr2fI/AAAAAAAAAIw/AEwsIYPz7C4/s400/auntieg.JPG" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RsOIWqgr2gI/AAAAAAAAAI4/WASV1seySog/s1600-h/giandcharlie2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099069126063413762" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RsOIWqgr2gI/AAAAAAAAAI4/WASV1seySog/s400/giandcharlie2.JPG" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RsOIYKgr2hI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ZeKgD7lzVvY/s1600-h/sistas10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="268" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099069151833217554" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RsOIYKgr2hI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ZeKgD7lzVvY/s400/sistas10.JPG" width="400" /&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' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RsCWDqgr2SI/AAAAAAAAAHM/SY7qsLoEmqo/s72-c/unclerickwhiskers.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-6958888862487962096</id><published>2007-08-13T10:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T00:09:17.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mae Mae and the Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RsCQE6gr2LI/AAAAAAAAAGU/JHKXf1RJxn0/s1600-h/charlieandmaemae.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098233192283625650" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RsCQE6gr2LI/AAAAAAAAAGU/JHKXf1RJxn0/s400/charlieandmaemae.JPG" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RsCQGKgr2MI/AAAAAAAAAGc/b6IwDEe97CY/s1600-h/hands1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="268" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098233213758462146" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RsCQGKgr2MI/AAAAAAAAAGc/b6IwDEe97CY/s400/hands1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RsCS46gr2NI/AAAAAAAAAGk/n6nDjjCuNas/s1600-h/bath1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="268" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098236284660078802" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RsCS46gr2NI/AAAAAAAAAGk/n6nDjjCuNas/s400/bath1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RsCS6Kgr2OI/AAAAAAAAAGs/dl_L5Mpd_zo/s1600-h/bath.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="268" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098236306134915298" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RsCS6Kgr2OI/AAAAAAAAAGs/dl_L5Mpd_zo/s400/bath.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134080070105261214-6958888862487962096?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/6958888862487962096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=6958888862487962096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/6958888862487962096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/6958888862487962096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2007/08/mae-mae-and-boy.html' title='Mae Mae and the Boy'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RsCQE6gr2LI/AAAAAAAAAGU/JHKXf1RJxn0/s72-c/charlieandmaemae.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-518142635658362207</id><published>2007-07-28T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T23:41:20.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie's 6 months old!</title><content type='html'>Today is Charlie's 6 month birthday. Where has the time gone? Some things that Charlie's doing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sitting up on his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Standing with a little help from his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sucking his toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eating rice cereal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sleeping in his own bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waking up only once during the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being the cutest damn kid in town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;His 6 month appointment is on August 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, so it will be interesting to see how he's grown. A couple pictures of little guy are below. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/Rqvplagr2KI/AAAAAAAAAGM/qPR5W-h13VY/s1600-h/DSC_0458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="268" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092420632653322402" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/Rqvplagr2KI/AAAAAAAAAGM/qPR5W-h13VY/s400/DSC_0458.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RqvpSagr2JI/AAAAAAAAAGE/WDYT4N4ExJw/s1600-h/DSC_0454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="268" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092420306235807890" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RqvpSagr2JI/AAAAAAAAAGE/WDYT4N4ExJw/s400/DSC_0454.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RqvoDKgr2HI/AAAAAAAAAF0/n0uG4fD43NI/s1600-h/DSC_0416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="268" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092418944731175026" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RqvoDKgr2HI/AAAAAAAAAF0/n0uG4fD43NI/s400/DSC_0416.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We just had a wonderful time with Gigi, Hap, Dalton and Jack up here in Seattle and I'll post some stories and pictures very shortly. I'll also post more pictures of our trip to California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy 6 months Charlie! We love you!&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/134080070105261214-518142635658362207?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/518142635658362207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=518142635658362207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/518142635658362207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/518142635658362207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2007/07/charlies-6-months-old.html' title='Charlie&apos;s 6 months old!'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/Rqvplagr2KI/AAAAAAAAAGM/qPR5W-h13VY/s72-c/DSC_0458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-8669961201309376231</id><published>2007-07-28T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T22:58:40.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been too long</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We purchased a flatscreen tv when we returned from vacation. We couldn't wait to connect our laptop with the tv, so we could view our vacation pictures on the big screen. Well, big mistake. We blew something in our laptop and couldn't get it to power up. I thought we lost all our pictures as we hadn't yet saved them to disk. KC to the rescue. He was able to get all our precious pictures off the computer, but we still don't have a home pc. So, hence the reason I haven't blogged lately. We hope to have it back up and running very soon.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134080070105261214-8669961201309376231?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/8669961201309376231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=8669961201309376231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/8669961201309376231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/8669961201309376231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2007/07/its-been-too-long.html' title='It&apos;s been too long'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-8086768104247389886</id><published>2007-07-04T13:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T23:37:20.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Aunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;One stop that was a must was to drive out to Blythe, California to see KC's Great Aunt Arlene. The last time we saw her was about a year and a half ago, right after her 90th Birthday. If you're not familiar with where Blythe is, drive to LA, hit the 10 freeway and drive to Palm Springs. Once you hit Palm Springs, keep driving for another hour and a half and your there...or you're nowhere, depending on your mood. She lives out in the middle of the desert and KC was able to track the temperature at 114 at one points. Hot, hot, hot! Arlene lives on a working farm and is well taken care of by friends and family of her late significant other, Paul. We love Arlene. She is so full of life, but talks about death all the time. She's bright and quick and surly as hell. She tells good stories and has lived quite an adventurous life. Did I mention we love Arlene? Old Aunt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/Rov_NunpRRI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8hwidCJmR3E/s1600-h/BooBoo,+Arlene,+Nicol+336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="267" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083437215735432466" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/Rov_NunpRRI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8hwidCJmR3E/s400/BooBoo,+Arlene,+Nicol+336.JPG" width="400" /&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/134080070105261214-8086768104247389886?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/8086768104247389886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=8086768104247389886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/8086768104247389886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/8086768104247389886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2007/07/old-aunt.html' title='Old Aunt'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/Rov_NunpRRI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8hwidCJmR3E/s72-c/BooBoo,+Arlene,+Nicol+336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-5618328514933145530</id><published>2007-06-23T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T00:15:12.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cousins</title><content type='html'>Being able to introduce Charlie to Dalton and Jack was magic. The Cousies are finally together...and all I have to say is "ohhh so cute!". The older boys have been so gentle with the baby and have done well with entertaining him. Jack has minute long conversations with Charlie and even pauses to make sure that Charlie has a chance to respond. So funny! On our first day together, we took a trip to the Dairy for ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/Rn1dpKi5pBI/AAAAAAAAAFE/MKni8O8GG94/s1600-h/Ice+Cream+walk+and+play+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="268" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079318916530545682" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/Rn1dpKi5pBI/AAAAAAAAAFE/MKni8O8GG94/s400/Ice+Cream+walk+and+play+042.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/Rn1dqai5pCI/AAAAAAAAAFM/MGk-6PhufBc/s1600-h/Ice+Cream+walk+and+play+087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="268" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079318938005382178" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/Rn1dqai5pCI/AAAAAAAAAFM/MGk-6PhufBc/s400/Ice+Cream+walk+and+play+087.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/Rn1eT6i5pDI/AAAAAAAAAFU/jhvLblxSQp0/s1600-h/Ice+Cream+walk+and+play+098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="268" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079319650969953330" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/Rn1eT6i5pDI/AAAAAAAAAFU/jhvLblxSQp0/s400/Ice+Cream+walk+and+play+098.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/Rn1eVKi5pEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/a1LPLPdMtGM/s1600-h/Ice+Cream+walk+and+play+113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079319672444789826" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/Rn1eVKi5pEI/AAAAAAAAAFc/a1LPLPdMtGM/s400/Ice+Cream+walk+and+play+113.JPG" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/Rn1esai5pFI/AAAAAAAAAFk/DNRpTQrMhmA/s1600-h/Ice+Cream+walk+and+play+195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="268" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079320071876748370" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/Rn1esai5pFI/AAAAAAAAAFk/DNRpTQrMhmA/s400/Ice+Cream+walk+and+play+195.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134080070105261214-5618328514933145530?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/5618328514933145530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=5618328514933145530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/5618328514933145530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/5618328514933145530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2007/06/cousins.html' title='The Cousins'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/Rn1dpKi5pBI/AAAAAAAAAFE/MKni8O8GG94/s72-c/Ice+Cream+walk+and+play+042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-5094155411825985387</id><published>2007-06-23T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T00:16:54.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're goin' back to Cali...Cali</title><content type='html'>We started our adventure on Father's Day, Sunday the 17&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and had planned to get an early start to get down to Oregon by the morning. Everything would have gone smoothly had we finished our laundry and packed before the very same morning we were going to leave. About 2 hours into our drive, we got a call from Meg. "Where you guys at?". We could have lied, but we decided that honesty was the best policy, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Renton&lt;/span&gt;". We left our house a little after 9 am but made the following stops before hitting the open road. The Bank. My office. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Starbuck's&lt;/span&gt;. The local parking lot for Charlie's breakfast. Gas. And I'm sure there were a few others that escape me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/Rn1Lt6i5o9I/AAAAAAAAAEk/3qIVbasAOFg/s1600-h/Trip+1+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="268" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079299206925624274" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/Rn1Lt6i5o9I/AAAAAAAAAEk/3qIVbasAOFg/s400/Trip+1+036.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/Rn1MFqi5o-I/AAAAAAAAAEs/2Cmvbq3rBkY/s1600-h/Trip+1+069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="268" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079299614947517410" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/Rn1MFqi5o-I/AAAAAAAAAEs/2Cmvbq3rBkY/s400/Trip+1+069.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;We drove the coast most of the way and stayed in hotels both Sunday and Monday nights. We stopped in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Monterey&lt;/span&gt; and had coffee with our dear friend Kelly Baker, whom we hadn't seen since our wedding. After almost three days of travel, we made it to Mae's Mae's and have really enjoyed our time here so far. &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/134080070105261214-5094155411825985387?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/5094155411825985387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=5094155411825985387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/5094155411825985387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/5094155411825985387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2007/06/were-goin-back-to-calicali.html' title='We&apos;re goin&apos; back to Cali...Cali'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/Rn1Lt6i5o9I/AAAAAAAAAEk/3qIVbasAOFg/s72-c/Trip+1+036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-8822015938898616582</id><published>2007-06-14T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T00:08:15.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner last night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We have a great neighborhood restaurant/bar just 5 blocks away. The Barking Dog is a fantastic place to take kids. It's a casual environment with large tables inside, great picnic tables outside, good food and terrific staff. We've only been there two times, but both times we've met other parents and babies. As Auntie Meg always says "you guys are totally members of a new club". It's true, having a child automatically gives you a free pass to talk to any stranger you choose. Typically it's other parents, but I've had many conversations with grandparents that love to coo over Charlie or young adults that comment about how cute he is...and it's true. He is very cute. Last night, Charlie met Gabriella and Elsa. Gabriella was at the restaurant with her two Dads (love Seattle!) and Gabriella was taking a stroll with her parent, hoping she'd fall asleep for the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Auntie Meg met us at our house and we walked to the restaurant. We sat outside, which proved to be a little cold, but made sure to bundle the little guy up. Charlie is such a good baby and did really well until we got our food. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;KC's&lt;/span&gt; convinced that this is always the case and I'm beginning to think so too. He started to get a little fussy so I fed him until KC was finished eating and then he took over by walking Charlie around the block. My halibut sandwich was yum. Here are a few pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RnGmL6i5o8I/AAAAAAAAAEc/LR5OERjnYP4/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="268" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076020978647671746" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RnGmL6i5o8I/AAAAAAAAAEc/LR5OERjnYP4/s400/012.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RnGlpqi5o6I/AAAAAAAAAEM/dcaOf-DCOq0/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="268" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076020390237152162" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RnGlpqi5o6I/AAAAAAAAAEM/dcaOf-DCOq0/s400/033.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RnGlqqi5o7I/AAAAAAAAAEU/uzy1mE0WxXU/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="268" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076020407417021362" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RnGlqqi5o7I/AAAAAAAAAEU/uzy1mE0WxXU/s400/036.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RnGjXqi5o1I/AAAAAAAAADk/ScMXZjdMP50/s1600-h/057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="268" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076017881976251218" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RnGjXqi5o1I/AAAAAAAAADk/ScMXZjdMP50/s400/057.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RnGjYqi5o2I/AAAAAAAAADs/NEwlMCaJGVY/s1600-h/061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076017899156120418" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RnGjYqi5o2I/AAAAAAAAADs/NEwlMCaJGVY/s400/061.JPG" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RnGjZai5o3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/yHqUbx506vc/s1600-h/074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076017912041022322" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RnGjZai5o3I/AAAAAAAAAD0/yHqUbx506vc/s400/074.JPG" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134080070105261214-8822015938898616582?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/8822015938898616582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=8822015938898616582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/8822015938898616582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/8822015938898616582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2007/06/dinner-last-night.html' title='Dinner last night'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RnGmL6i5o8I/AAAAAAAAAEc/LR5OERjnYP4/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-2695893953471265274</id><published>2007-06-14T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T12:17:42.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny face</title><content type='html'>KC took this picture a few weeks back. I think it's hilarious. I was given a Nikon D80 for my first Mother's Day and we were playing around with the settings. I'm enjoying the camera so much and have really enjoyed taking tons of pics of Charlie. A photography class is definitely in my future, there is so much to learn. We're heading out on Sunday for a road trip down to California. I'm very excited and looking forward to getting pictures of him with the Cousins, Auntie G and Uncle Hap, Mae Mae, Great Aunts and Uncles and the rest of the California gang. We'll see you next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076000534603342610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RnGTl6i5oxI/AAAAAAAAADE/CVsRb1cnBV0/s320/Charlie,+Great+Grandparents,+Cats+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134080070105261214-2695893953471265274?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/2695893953471265274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=2695893953471265274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/2695893953471265274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/2695893953471265274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2007/06/funny-face.html' title='Funny face'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RnGTl6i5oxI/AAAAAAAAADE/CVsRb1cnBV0/s72-c/Charlie,+Great+Grandparents,+Cats+016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-5798266146442940999</id><published>2007-06-11T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T21:12:15.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our little Houdini</title><content type='html'>Charlie's been having a tough time getting to sleep at night. He was doing so well up until about 2 weeks ago. KC would swaddle, shush and rock him to sleep with relative ease. He now cries, like I've never heard him cry before (he's definitely found his voice), and struggles to release himself &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;a la&lt;/span&gt; Houdini, from his blanket that binds him. After about half an hour of, what sounded like a battle in our bedroom, KC got him down. Go KC! When I walked into our room to go to bed around 11:00pm, this is the sight I saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075023755961017074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/Rm4bN6i5ovI/AAAAAAAAACw/GkFgCty2hcc/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh my goodness!  I couldn't stop laughing and had to leave the room as not to wake him.  I grabbed the camera of course, I couldn't resist capturing this.  It looks like he did a good job freeing his legs, but Dad did such a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stellar&lt;/span&gt; swaddle job, Charlie just couldn't compete.  I think we're nearing the end of our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;swaddling&lt;/span&gt; routine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/134080070105261214-5798266146442940999?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/5798266146442940999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=5798266146442940999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/5798266146442940999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/5798266146442940999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2007/06/our-little-houdini.html' title='Our little Houdini'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/Rm4bN6i5ovI/AAAAAAAAACw/GkFgCty2hcc/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-4155265987266327116</id><published>2007-06-07T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T10:57:32.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We miss you</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073381558035522146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RmhFpai5omI/AAAAAAAAABk/3bYbkYOv8Sg/s320/Charlie,+Great+Grandparents,+Cats+250.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073382447093752466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RmhGdKi5opI/AAAAAAAAAB8/SozG67NcVvk/s320/Charlie,+Great+Grandparents,+Cats+290.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073381940287611522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RmhF_qi5ooI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0gs2WB3mvWs/s320/Charlie,+Great+Grandparents,+Cats+266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;We lost someone very dear to us last week but are so greatful for the time Charlie had with Great Grammy. We have many priceless pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/134080070105261214-4155265987266327116?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/4155265987266327116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=4155265987266327116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/4155265987266327116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/4155265987266327116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2007/06/we-miss-you.html' title='We miss you'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RmhFpai5omI/AAAAAAAAABk/3bYbkYOv8Sg/s72-c/Charlie,+Great+Grandparents,+Cats+250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-4893820600669921486</id><published>2007-06-06T22:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T23:39:11.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rough day for Charlie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RmhMiqi5osI/AAAAAAAAACU/IPJ124kEkN8/s1600-h/Gangster+Charlie+380.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RmhLk6i5oqI/AAAAAAAAACE/GLqfvN1iM8A/s1600-h/Gangster+Charlie+366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="267" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073388077795877538" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RmhLk6i5oqI/AAAAAAAAACE/GLqfvN1iM8A/s400/Gangster+Charlie+366.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Today was Charlie's 4 month check-up with &lt;a href="http://www.ballardpediatrics.com/doctors.html#mcmahon"&gt;Dr. McMahon&lt;/a&gt;. Knowing I could barely handle his 2 month appointment alone, I asked KC to come along. The last time I took him to the Doctor, I was completely unprepared for the nurse to stab, yes I said stab, my childs legs with four very large needles. I learned three very valuable lessons from that appointment. One - Give him tylenol &lt;em&gt;before&lt;/em&gt; the appointment. Two - He's a bleeder and the tiny one inch round bandaides simply won't work, they just slide off. Three - I repeat, he's a bleeder. Don't dress him in his cutest, most adorable, heirloom outfit. He will get blood all over it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Luckily everything went well today and without further ado, here are his stats.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Height: 24 inches (25 to 50%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Weight: 12 lbs, 6 oz (10%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Head: 42 cm (50%)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;We were tickled to hear that he's a healthy boy. We knew he was thriving but there's just something about your Doctor confirming the facts. He's doing so well, we don't need to introduce new foods quite yet and he can continue to nurse 100% until 6 months. Yeah! I was planning to leave the room when the nurse returned, but then felt guilty, I needed to support my boy, to be strong for Charlie - I know, so dramatic. So I stayed. He cried, he screamed, he bled. He's a bleeder. Poor Charlie.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="267" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073389916041880274" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RmhNP6i5otI/AAAAAAAAACc/taLbQLU-VtQ/s400/Gangster+Charlie+343.JPG" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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/134080070105261214-4893820600669921486?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/4893820600669921486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=4893820600669921486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/4893820600669921486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/4893820600669921486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2007/06/rough-day-for-charlie.html' title='Rough day for Charlie'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RmhLk6i5oqI/AAAAAAAAACE/GLqfvN1iM8A/s72-c/Gangster+Charlie+366.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134080070105261214.post-6781598897728499269</id><published>2007-06-05T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T00:05:15.742-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I should have done this 4 months ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RmWX6Ki5oeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/IjYuGOaKnn4/s1600-h/Charlie,+Great+Grandparents,+Cats+207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="239" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072627580821676514" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RmWX6Ki5oeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/IjYuGOaKnn4/s400/Charlie,+Great+Grandparents,+Cats+207.JPG" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Charlie was born on January 28th, 2007. Since then, I've been telling myself that I needed to write down every little development, every little smile (god, he has adorable smiles), every little...he rolled over for the first time yesterday, for goodness sakes. I even bought a beautiful blue leather journal to document my first childs every move. Good intentions. That's what I feel I'm full of lately. So, knowing the enjoyment I get in reading the blogs that I've come across on the web and coming to terms with my addiction to my laptop, I've finally decided to start blogging. Why not. Why not? Well...I'm a terrible writer, not sure others would be interested in reading about Charlie, our little lives in Ballard and our three naughty kitties. But here it goes.&lt;/span&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/134080070105261214-6781598897728499269?l=charliedear.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/feeds/6781598897728499269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=134080070105261214&amp;postID=6781598897728499269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/6781598897728499269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/134080070105261214/posts/default/6781598897728499269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://charliedear.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-should-have-done-this-4-months-ago.html' title='I should have done this 4 months ago'/><author><name>Elizabeth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15124395394740044770</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/SPOLPtIw3AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/_xel7Ywcdgc/S220/liz+profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_S1DQ3Fr6dTs/RmWX6Ki5oeI/AAAAAAAAAAk/IjYuGOaKnn4/s72-c/Charlie,+Great+Grandparents,+Cats+207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
