<?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-5534254560726377943</id><updated>2012-02-10T15:32:14.674-05:00</updated><category term='Lonliness'/><category term='babies'/><category term='Engagement'/><category term='Pets'/><category term='Family'/><category term='relationship breakdown'/><category term='Dogs'/><category term='Work'/><category term='Money'/><category term='Grandparents'/><category term='My Boys'/><category term='Storms'/><category term='TTC'/><category term='Newbie'/><title type='text'>One Small Apartment</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>271</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-172014482240545985</id><published>2012-02-09T20:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T20:50:53.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The girl can walk!</title><content type='html'>Maizey update... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maizey has started walking between Ange and I, up to 9 steps. We managed to get a video of it, but aren't sure we can post it tonight cause we seem to have a virus on our computer. Ugh. &lt;br /&gt;She had a huge wipeout and landed on her face, and she's a little timid to try again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting a little worried about speech. She says some stuff but doesn't even attempt most things I think kids her age should be saying. &lt;br /&gt;She says : up, mom, mama, papa, dada, doggie, kitty, susu, hi, bye, nana   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I feel she should say: no, please, thankyou, down, grandma... She's 14.5 months... What do you think.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-172014482240545985?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/172014482240545985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=172014482240545985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/172014482240545985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/172014482240545985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2012/02/girl-can-walk.html' title='The girl can walk!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-336626914860150577</id><published>2012-02-07T07:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T08:12:53.749-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home/Camping/Decisions</title><content type='html'>I've been home from Jamaica for just over a week now.  I had a great time.  I think I have become addicted to all inclusive vacations because I keep looking up new ones online.  I am not sure where I would like to go next, but I do know I am going to go with my family.  I had a great time with my friend, but it was just so beautiful there that I can't imagine doing it again and not sharing it with my family.  I was looking at Barbados (gay friendly) and thinking maybe Ange and I should get married down there.  A destination wedding.  Could be a lot of fun.  I just worry that all of the people we want to be there, wouldn't be able to come. I have a few teacher friends, so I would have to cater to their schedule, which would be the more expensive times.  So much to think about.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Vacation, I booked our campsite for "Killbear Provincial Park" this summer.  I went there when I was a little kid.  Maybe 5 or 6 years old.  My brother and his family go every year.  It is a beautiful park, and I can't wait to go.  I booked for 23 nights.  Okay, this seems like a long time right?  Well it is.  The problem with the provincial park reservation system is that you can book up to 5 months in advance. Okay, fine and dandy, but you can book for up to 23 nights at a time.  If you want a really nice site, and a guarantee that you can even get a site, it is best to book as early as possible.  What most people end up doing is booking 5 months and 23 days before the last day of their stay and cancelling the time they don't need after a month. Even doing it this way doesn't get you the very best spot.  It's all so confusing.  So right now I have over $800.00 worth of camping sitting on my credit card.  I can cancel the time I don't need in 21 days from now, But it will cost me 10% the current price for all 23 days.  It bugs me, but at the same time, If the money is going directly to the parks, it's okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still really want to buy a camper trailer.  I look frequently at them on line.  At first we were in the market for a tent trailer, but when we went to look at them, we decided that we liked the "hybrids" better for the price.  A hybrid is a hard sided trailer with tent-like sleeping areas that fold out similarly to a tent trailer.  I was all set on an (up to) 18 foot hybrid, but then I realized that we camp in bear country. I know that in bear country, you can't keep any food in your tent or out in the open at night at all.  You must lock it in the trunk of your car or in the car in general, covered so that bears can't see it.  You have to do the same for a tent trailer.  Okay, my question is... Do you have to do the same with a Hybrid.  It has a stove and a fridge and cupboards etc inside, but it also has the soft sides that a bear could rip through and attack you to get the food inside.  Well, I don't want this to happen.  I suppose I will have to do some research.  I have begun to look at completely hard sided camper trailers though, and there are some nice options out there.  The biggest reason we like the Hybrid, was because of the sleeping capacity a lot of them have.  Because of the fold out bed areas, they generally could fit up to 8 people in them for sleeping.  Most of the hard sided ones, only had a sleeping capacity of 4 or 5 (generally 2 of those a single bunk bed and 1 a "couch"). I just don't feel that would suit our needs.  I want to be able to have more people stay with us in the trailer.  That being said.  Most camp grounds, only allow up to 6 people on a camp site, so would we need more than a sleeping capacity of 6?  &lt;br /&gt;I found a hard sided camper with a sleeping capacity of 9.  A queen bed, a double bunk bed, a fold down table/turns into a double bed, and a couch.  It is longer than I really wanted to consider, but the idea is growing on me.  It is also more expensive than I wanted to consider too.  The problem is, credit! They finance them for you for like, 30 years, and your payment ends up being only about $60 every two weeks.  It's hard for me to turn that down.  I am a credit whore! It just makes sense to me to buy that, especially because we are a camping family, and this will be most of our vacations for the rest of our life.  We already have two camping trips planned for this summer.  Someone once told me to think of it as an "investment into your family memories and fun". On the other hand, it seems expensive to pay $30 a week for something you may use for 2 or 3 weeks a summer. Although they have heaters in them so your camping  could begin in spring and last into fall. There are so many things to consider when making this decision.  I have looked into renting them, and they cost almost $1000.00 a week to rent, and that's not even a really nice one.  We might as well spend that $1000 and rent another cottage.  Problem is, we want to go to the provincial parks and camp.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking about my old friends often.  It was around this time last year that we stopped speaking to them and them to us.  I miss them frequently, but then I think about all of the broken parts of the friendship, and realize that it just could never work without major changes.  I'm neither sure anyone thinks its worth it to change those things, nor, do I even think that anyone except for me is interested in even considering it. I wonder sometimes if they miss us, or even give this a second thought.  An intuition won't let me let this go.  I can't figure out what it is that I need to leave this behind.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela and I got a new couch yesterday.  Our old bi-cast leather ones were all ripped and uncomfortable.  They looked nice when we bought them, but honestly, they were never that comfortable to begin with.  They were over-sized and now that we have the new one, I realize just how much the dominated the space in our living room.  We got a sectional.  We were going to wait until we moved, but we just couldn't stand our old ones anymore.  Everything about this new couch just feels so much better than the old ones.  We can even lounge comfortably on this one.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I had better get back to work.  I am neglecting my duties now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-336626914860150577?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/336626914860150577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=336626914860150577' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/336626914860150577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/336626914860150577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2012/02/homecampingdecisions.html' title='Home/Camping/Decisions'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-7935789857340636265</id><published>2012-01-21T22:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T22:39:31.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ameretto sour! Margarittaville</title><content type='html'>Well it's night two here in Jamaica and I have a new fave drink. Ameretto Sour! Not bad! Only on my third one tonight. &lt;br /&gt;We are headed out to the margaritaville in 20 min or so. Not sure ... Darla wants to go dancing, but you gotta pay for drinks there. &lt;br /&gt;Oh well ... Having fun so far, but completely miss my Mai and my Ang! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/21/3086.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/21/s_3086.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My view this morning! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/21/3087.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/21/s_3087.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My view this afternoon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-7935789857340636265?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/7935789857340636265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=7935789857340636265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/7935789857340636265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/7935789857340636265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2012/01/ameretto-sour-margarittaville.html' title='Ameretto sour! 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That was a long time ago. I went to London, England on a school (march break) trip. It wasn't with my school. It was with my friend's high school. I was lucky that they let me tag along. &lt;br /&gt;I haven't really been away anywhere other than in Ontario since. &lt;br /&gt;I am excited about it, and looking forward to it, but at the same time, I sort of wish that Maizey and Angela were coming with me. I haven't been away from Maizey for more than one night since she was born. It's going to be hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't even know what to expect. We are going all inclusive to a 4 star resort. There are a few bars, a few pools, a pool bar, of course the beach, some restaurants, and a buffet. I picked up a new bathing suit. If you have read my blog before, you know I wear a "body-suit" style bather. Well I have gone "out of my box" and got an old lady style bather. (seriously, my mom bought the same one last year lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Maizey isn't walking yet, but she is well on her way. She'll figure it out soon. I just hope it's not while I am on the vacation. Ewww, That would completely suck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-4951530401248833025?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/4951530401248833025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=4951530401248833025' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/4951530401248833025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/4951530401248833025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2012/01/sing-out-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh.html' title='Sing out, oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ohhhhhhh....'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-5376982247448755732</id><published>2012-01-09T23:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T23:47:54.212-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><content type='html'>So many things to say, so little time to say it. I promised myself I'd be in bed by 10pm tonight. Umm ya- not happening. Well sort of. I am in bed now (11:27) but not sleeping. I've been having some trouble in the sleep department. I can't seem to fall asleep, and when I do I end up waking all night. &lt;br /&gt;This combined with the cough I seem to be suffering from make for very sluggish days. &lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling pretty stressed since being back to work with figuring out the routine and how to fit everything in, and think this could be part of the problem. I find it especially hard that angela's schedule is never predictable and so it's even harder to create a routine at home. &lt;br /&gt;Ugh 5:30 will probably come just as I'm reaching the point of finally managing restful sleep. At least I am afternoon shifts on Wednesday and Thursday, so I know I will manage two nights of not bad sleep this week. I never have a problem when I don't have a set time to wake in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;Isn't that the way it is though? &lt;br /&gt;I can't take sleeping pills because they knock me out for the whole next day (worse than no sleep), and gravol gives me sore gums :(. &lt;br /&gt;I'm going to try harder to blog more, hoping to get my stresses out at least. We'll see though. &lt;br /&gt;I hate when I have so much to say but it never comes out the way I want it too. According to my boss I am a great report writer, why is it when it comes to here, my gracefulness and talent for writing dissapear? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-5376982247448755732?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/5376982247448755732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=5376982247448755732' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/5376982247448755732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/5376982247448755732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2012/01/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-9022863655927775835</id><published>2012-01-04T11:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T11:50:05.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/04/1123.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/04/s_1123.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='190' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-9022863655927775835?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/9022863655927775835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=9022863655927775835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/9022863655927775835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/9022863655927775835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2012/01/posted-using-blogpress-from-my-iphone.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-2672560609921542144</id><published>2012-01-01T15:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T15:42:05.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>It was a Mixed up year! A Mix of good and bad. Definitely looking forward to a better 2012. &lt;br /&gt;We went to our good friends' house to celebrate the New Year last evening. It was really a great time. We had some appetizers, good wine, good friends, good kids, and some nice chats. Mix in Angela playing the wii, Some dance game, and it is a perfect evening. &lt;br /&gt;We came home at 1:30am and went to bed. Maizey fell asleep in the car, and didn't even wake up for her diaper change when we got home. Surprisingly enough to us, she slept all night right until 1:40pm this afternoon. Wow! Perfect New Year's gift to us, as we also slept until she woke up. She really is a great baby when it comes to sleeping. At night she actually prefers a short cuddle and rock in the rocking chair, and then she likes to be put into her crib while still awake, and she hums herself to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I want another child. I don't want to wait, but economically it is best if we wait another year to try for the next one. I feel like Maizey is meant to have at least one sibling. She loves the company of other kids. She actually waves at all the other kids when we are out shopping or just out for a walk. &lt;br /&gt;We had new neighbours move in to the unit right next to ours. They are looking a little sketchy, but I'll have to wait until I have a chance to speak with them, to decide. We are still hoping to move out of this neighbourhood sooner rather than later, but must wait for Angela's dad to make his decisions. It would definitely help us out financially to live in that situation. Not to mention that the dogs would have a bigger yard, and maizey would have a bigger yard. There is actually a house for sale right around the corner from my work, and Maizey's day care that looks like it would suite perfectly, and it has a pool. But again, we aren't really going to look, until some decisions are made. &lt;br /&gt;Maizey still isn't walking, but is getting better at cruising and pulling up on things. She now bum scoots and crawls in the traditional way. &lt;br /&gt;Ok.. I'll have to add more later, because we have to head out to my mom's house. She is cooking a big New Year's dinner for us. &lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-2672560609921542144?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/2672560609921542144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=2672560609921542144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/2672560609921542144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/2672560609921542144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-7060278874856659493</id><published>2011-12-27T23:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T23:33:30.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Christmas was nice this year! It was really our first Christmas as a family. Sure last year we were a family, but things were so haywire last year- it didn't really feel like Christmas. This year we got up on Christmas morning and opened gifts, my mom came over and we had coffee and cinnamon buns. It was nice. The only thing that could have made it any better would have been some snow and maybe an actual fireplace with a fire burning. It felt like Christmas for the first time in a long time.  I can't wait until Maizey can understand it and get excited about stuff! &lt;br /&gt;You won't even believe what I got for Christmas this year! &lt;br /&gt;-- a trip to Jamaica! All inclusive 4 star resort with my best friend Darla. Angela arranged it for me, took the week off work to watch Maiz and everything!  I'm a little mixed about how I feel about it. I will miss them greatly while I'm away, and am affraid Maiz will forget me while I'm gone or be mad at me when I come back• &lt;br /&gt;I'm going at the end of January. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maiz is becoming so independent. Just tonight when I was putting her to bed with the usual snuggle and rocking routine, she just pointed at her bed. I put her in and she rolled over and cuddled her pinky (pink blanket with a stuffed bunny head attached) and I haven't heard a peep since. She didn't even want the bottle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/12/27/2958.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/12/27/s_2958.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-7060278874856659493?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/7060278874856659493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=7060278874856659493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/7060278874856659493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/7060278874856659493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-4468049628660689226</id><published>2011-12-15T21:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T21:32:33.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Helping with the Christmas Tree!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jf2Sr78M_8Q/TuqtqjuFBDI/AAAAAAAAAT8/PKyA2gzxCqI/s1600/P1000510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jf2Sr78M_8Q/TuqtqjuFBDI/AAAAAAAAAT8/PKyA2gzxCqI/s400/P1000510.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686548426163291186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-4468049628660689226?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/4468049628660689226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=4468049628660689226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/4468049628660689226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/4468049628660689226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2011/12/helping-with-christmas-tree.html' title='Helping with the Christmas Tree!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jf2Sr78M_8Q/TuqtqjuFBDI/AAAAAAAAAT8/PKyA2gzxCqI/s72-c/P1000510.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-4605843051964096210</id><published>2011-12-07T20:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T22:57:37.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Work and Other Things</title><content type='html'>Well I am back to work. I had First Aid training for the past two days. It was pretty fun. I honestly worried that it would completely suck going back to work. really going back only reminded me how much i really love my job! I'm really happy to be back! (**edidted to say - REALLY, how many times can one person say Really in one paragraph)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a new Truck. I traded in my VIBE and got a 2011 GMC Sierra 1500 crew cab with 4x4. It's Stealth Grey. WE LOVE IT! We'll be spending more on Gas than we were but it's totally worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maizey is teething. Really bad. She is drooling all over the place, and has diarrhea. Her poor little bum is raw, and she cries when we have to clean her up. We have been trying different things to help her feel better. We have been bathing her with Epsom salts, and drying her really well, keeping her dry with very frequent diaper changes, and using Ihle's paste on the rash. Tomorrow, we have decided to keep her home from daycare (Ange's off) so that we can just let her Air it out. We'll just let her play in the nude, and if she pees on the floor, we'll just clean it up right away. and wipe her up and dry her off. We will only let her play with toys that we can wash. She'll get another Epsom salt bath anyway. I just feel so bad for her. This is the worst rash she's ever had. &lt;br /&gt;She is doing well with pulling herself up on the furniture, and cruising around it. I feel like she will learn to walk pretty soon. I'm not in a hurry for that though. Whenever she is ready is fine with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I am off to bed. I am exhausted from having to get up so early every morning. LOL...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-4605843051964096210?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/4605843051964096210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=4605843051964096210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/4605843051964096210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/4605843051964096210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2011/12/back-to-work-and-other-things.html' title='Back to Work and Other Things'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-2220044962985698564</id><published>2011-11-30T01:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T01:17:56.509-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New post @ private blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-2220044962985698564?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/2220044962985698564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=2220044962985698564' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/2220044962985698564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/2220044962985698564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2011/11/new-post-private-blog.html' title='New post @ private blog'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-9077140998611350199</id><published>2011-11-29T07:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T07:55:51.201-05:00</updated><title type='text'>6 days</title><content type='html'>Only 6 days until I have to go back to work. I have mixed feelings about it. I'm hoping that less free time will lead to better organization. &lt;br /&gt;Maizey has started crying and reaching for mom when being dropped off at daycare. This doesn't help me want to be back to work. &lt;br /&gt;I woke up with the worst headache this morning. The Tylenol I took hasn't even touched it. &lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know if the good shows will be back on this week?&lt;br /&gt;I'm going back to bed. It's cold and raining. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-9077140998611350199?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/9077140998611350199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=9077140998611350199' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/9077140998611350199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/9077140998611350199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2011/11/6-days.html' title='6 days'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-5040152859915664507</id><published>2011-11-23T23:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T23:37:39.164-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1 year ago tonight</title><content type='html'>1 year ago tonight, I went to bed with gas. It took me several hours to accept that I was actually having contractions. It was 5 days early, I was convinced it was too soon! That night 1 year ago, was the best night of my life!  There was pain, and possibly some swearing, but no doubt in my mind - the absolute most wonderful experience of my lifetime. &lt;br /&gt;The year since started rough. First - slight ppd. It never got horrible, but none the less it was there and as someone who is prone to depression, it was scarey. I just didn't want to get to that nasty pit in my stomache, darkness of a place I know all too well. Soon after the birth, my mom wasn't right... She expressed some trouble with her bowels and with her appetite. I could look at her and know she wasn't right. She was admitted to the hospital on December 16. It was hard to be a new mom without my mom there to advise me. January 1- Angela's mom was admitted to paliative care in the cancer centre. January 2 - my mom had emergancy surgery to remove her large bowel - later to find out she had gangrenous lesions and cancer of the bowel.  My mom then had a long recovery to make. January 7- Angela's mom passed away.  Several days of Visitation and funeral coordinated with visits to my recovering mom in the hospital. Followed by two weeks of single parethood while Angela was in Portugal laying her mom to rest.   &lt;br /&gt;Soon after - a falling out with friends. &lt;br /&gt;It was a rocky start Maizey! Your babyhood was not what I imagined it to be, but we made it through the rough, and onto smooth sailing. I love you more than anything little girl! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/11/23/3108.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/11/23/s_3108.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-5040152859915664507?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/5040152859915664507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=5040152859915664507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/5040152859915664507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/5040152859915664507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2011/11/1-year-ago-tonight.html' title='1 year ago tonight'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-9124876278391163156</id><published>2011-11-21T23:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T23:43:52.732-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday time!</title><content type='html'>Can't even believe that Maizey's first birthday is on Thursday! My god! I am sad but at the same time so very excited and happy. My baby is growing, and doing new things every day. I will miss her babyhood. I also look forward to watching her grow, change and discover. &lt;br /&gt;She started daycare last week. She loves it! She loves to be around other children, so I thought she'd like daycare. The best part about taking her to daycare? The smile, hug and kiss I get from her when I pick her up to go home! She has become quite a mummy suck! &lt;br /&gt;We found a house we love! It got quite exciting for a couple days, as Ang's dad was ready to make an offer, and immediate possession was possible. A few things changed and we will have to wait to make an offer. We will probably miss out on this one. &lt;br /&gt;We've decided to stop looking until her dad's house has sold. Then we will have no complications when it comes to making offers. &lt;br /&gt;Christmas is coming! I have figured out what changed for me and why Christmas doesn't feel as magical as it once did. My parents use to do the stressful stuff and we just enjoyed it, now it's harder to enjoy because we have to do the stressful stuff! I have found new magic though - making Christmas magical for maizey will make it so special to me. &lt;br /&gt;Check out my new post on my private blog! &lt;br /&gt;I'll post pictures here once I get them off my camera.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-9124876278391163156?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/9124876278391163156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=9124876278391163156' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/9124876278391163156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/9124876278391163156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2011/11/cant-even-believe-that-maizeys-first.html' title='Birthday time!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-7173023951494954182</id><published>2011-10-27T22:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T23:01:11.442-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignoring the Bloglands</title><content type='html'>I don't know what up with me lately. I have been completely ignoring the blog and all the blogs that I read. I will have to take a few moments to catch up on everything. I miss the blogs. &lt;br /&gt;I guess nothing too exciting has been going on in my life. Maizey is still such a good little girl. 11 months old now! WOW. So strange. OMG, though, I am bursting with love for her. It's so unlike anything I have ever felt before in my life. &lt;br /&gt;She is doing such cute little things all the time. &lt;br /&gt;She laughs when we laugh, she has started signing "more". We are working on "please" and "milk". She shakes her head "no" when we say no or when she doesn't want something. She is saying Mom, Momma, Dad, Daddy, Dada and she also says "hi", and waves hello and bye. &lt;br /&gt;Most nights she sleeps between 10 to 12 hours. She has started giving us some trouble with going to bed. She use to go down really easily, now she has wanted to have cuddles until she falls asleep. I love the cuddle time, but at the same time, I know it isn't good to get her into a routine of rocking and cuddling every night. &lt;br /&gt;She has been waking in the night the past two nights, we think she is teething. Nothing would make her happy last night, so we let her sleep in our bed. I also love cuddling in bed all night, but at the same time again, I know we shouldn't be getting her into that habit. &lt;br /&gt;We have had Angela's dad's two dogs right now, until he comes back to Canada. He will be back on November 7. The people who were supposed to be watching them decided to go back to Portugal early. The poor dogs weren`t being taken care of that well though. They both needed to see the vet the day after we got them. The one had an ear infection (really bad) and the other was missing two claws, and her toes were bleeding. They also seemed to be starving for attention. I feel bad for them. &lt;br /&gt;It`s really hard though, having 4 dogs in the house. &lt;br /&gt;I booked a King Jacuzzi Falls View suite in Niagara Falls for Angela and I. It is sleep cheap in Niagara falls so I got the room for $60. Not a bad deal. We aren`t yet sure if we will be bringing Maizey with us. &lt;br /&gt;Maizey`s daycare is all set up, she starts on November 15. I got back to work on December 5. &lt;br /&gt;I am wanting to get excited about Christmas, but, It`s just not exciting to me. I mean, it would be if we lived in a place that I liked, and felt like home, but right now, I don`t feel cozy in this house. I don`t know what I am looking for, but I am sure when I find it, then I will know. &lt;br /&gt;We are still currently doing a house hunt. There have been two houses that I could see myself living in. Other than that... nothing. &lt;br /&gt;Ok, well that's it for an update for now... I have to go to bed. I will try to be more attentive to my blog, but I can`t make promises.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-7173023951494954182?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/7173023951494954182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=7173023951494954182' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/7173023951494954182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/7173023951494954182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2011/10/ignoring-bloglands.html' title='Ignoring the Bloglands'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-6463541555050539165</id><published>2011-09-28T13:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T14:35:45.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maizey News</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O-piZ_1R0Lc/ToNofpP3PqI/AAAAAAAAATM/ZwvLIEUatkU/s1600/P23088TA202870_l_19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O-piZ_1R0Lc/ToNofpP3PqI/AAAAAAAAATM/ZwvLIEUatkU/s400/P23088TA202870_l_19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657480449765097122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maizey is doing fantastic. She hasn't had any more teeth pop through. Just has the three on the bottom still. She has begun to travel. She doesn't "crawl", but more like either "barrel roll" or "bum skooch" around the room, depending on the type of floor. She has figured out how to make a Clicking noise with her tongue, it really is so cute. She also has begun to have conversations. Changing the cadence and tone in her voice as she talks. Some times she "reads" from books. Also very cute. She is eating a lot better and we are down to about 3 bottles a day. She basically skipped baby food. She eats our food, cut into small bits. She likes most everything but isn't a big fan of beef. Her favourite is turkey, followed by chicken. We are hoping that she will have a wide variety of tastes in her food. Her dads are vegetarian and vegan which offers her a nice array of meat alternatives. She has sampled some Greek food, and some Indian food, and is a big fan of both. &lt;br /&gt;She has begun to play independently for longer periods, which you would think would be wonderful for my ability to get things done around the house. Nope! She screams bloody murder any time I am out of her sight. She has finally begun to call me MaaMaa, interchanged with Nana sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;We have an appointment with a daycare tomorrow, this is a woman who works from her home, and is literally a 2 minute walk from my place of work. I am hoping that we will like her and that her price is ok. I am hoping to not have to pay any more that $35 a day. &lt;br /&gt;I just love watching my baby play by herself. Her hair is coming in a little more, but it will be still some time before she has enough to style. &lt;br /&gt;I got a text message from my dad last night. He and my grandfather from Scotland are coming for a visit at the end of October. My baby brother will also be in the area at that time. I'm so excited for Maizey to get to meet her great-grandfather and her uncle. I am hoping too at this time she will get to meet my dads whole family. My grandfather is a little confused about Maizey. He thinks that I got pregnant, and some guy left me with her. He is in his 90s, and I'm not sure anyone has explained to him about Angela. None the less, he loves the name "Maizey".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-6463541555050539165?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/6463541555050539165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=6463541555050539165' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/6463541555050539165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/6463541555050539165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2011/09/maizey-news.html' title='Maizey News'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O-piZ_1R0Lc/ToNofpP3PqI/AAAAAAAAATM/ZwvLIEUatkU/s72-c/P23088TA202870_l_19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-6179952302176848004</id><published>2011-09-26T11:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T16:19:32.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma's House &amp; Drama</title><content type='html'>My secret wish came true. My Grandma and Grandpa's home went up for sale. It had an open house yesterday. Angela and I went to have a look at it. It was pretty much just as I remembered it. Only, it was run down. The asking price was way too much. The agent at the open house said that they'd be willing to drop the price substantially. They would have to. The house needs at least $100 000 worth of work put into it. It would make a good flip house. The funny thing was that the actual space of the house and the yard would suit our needs completely. I mean, it would need a pool added,and a lot of stuff inside, like new everything! Maybe even a re- configuration of the bedroom and dining room. Totally workable. It would need a garage built but there is space, and it would also need foundation work and new basement windows, probably a new roof. Really, if I had the money myself, I might go for it. It excites me to think of the possibilities. But at the same time, we aren't looking for something we need to work on. We are looking for a move right in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a couple other open houses yesterday as well. There were some nice places, but nothing that had us jumping for joy. We saw one with an in law suite in the basement. It was really very nice, but there was a lack of space in the in law suite and not pool. It was also well above the price that Angela's dad has given us to look for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been some drama going on in Angela's family. Her dad is currently in Portugal, and will be back in November. It seems that he has met a woman. A woman that he really likes. Not everyone is happy for him. Angela's oldest sister, is really not happy. She keeps saying that it is way too soon, and that this woman should not be enjoying their mother's things. She keeps bringing up concern that Dad is spending all of the insurance money on her, and that she is wearing all of their mother's gold jewelry. There are even rumours that he has married this woman already. She seems to be trying to get Angela and her other sister to be really angry at their father. She keeps telling them that he is a liar, and that is is lying to their faces etc. She says that this woman is only after his money. He swears up and down that these rumours are not true. He admits that he likes this a lot, and that they are enjoying spending time with one another. He would like to bring her to Canada for everyone to meet, and he hopes that we will all give her a chance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela has been mixed, she has been caught up in the Drama of her sister, but also, she is trying to just stay out of most of it. She says all she can do right now is have faith that her dad is being honest about most things, especially about not being married to her already. She will give this woman a chance. Is she happy that he has met someone this soon after her mother passed? No, but she can't do much about it. Her father has been with someone for 40years of his life, and he is afraid to be alone. If he has found someone he truly enjoys spending time with, than good for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is actually a possibility that this woman would move to Canada and live with us. This is where we are kind of worried. We don't even know this woman. What makes us think we would want to live with her. I guess we will just have to do what feels right. If we have to rent a new place, and wait until we can get our own mortgage to buy a house, then we will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-6179952302176848004?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/6179952302176848004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=6179952302176848004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/6179952302176848004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/6179952302176848004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2011/09/grandmas-house-drama.html' title='Grandma&apos;s House &amp; Drama'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-7295341230654244874</id><published>2011-08-29T23:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T23:21:16.559-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weddings</title><content type='html'>Ange and I attenede her cousin's wedding on Saturday evening. We took Maizey with us because this is what the Portuguese do. It was a great time. Maizey had lots of fun dancing with her cousins, aunts and uncles. There were several comments about how much Mai looks like Angela. I love that! Everybody knows there is no biological link, but they insist that they look alike. &lt;br /&gt;Ange and I haven't got too far with planning our own wedding.  We aren't in a hurry to get married, but will within the next two years. Truth be told, there is just too much "up in the air" right now to be making decisions. &lt;br /&gt;We are considering a few options though. Destination wedding? Wedding up north? Simple ceramony with witnesses only - followed by a BBQ in the yard? &lt;br /&gt;We know however that we at this point don't want "traditional". &lt;br /&gt;We don't want to do formal. I know a lot of people enjoy dressing up in their best and most glamorous clothes, but it's just not us. What matters to us is that we want to have a good time and remember the day! &lt;br /&gt;We have some really fun ideas that we want to incorperate and are really hoping they come to fruition. &lt;br /&gt;Another thing we need to consider is cost. We don't want to overspend. It's an important day, but just one day. It doesn't make sense to us to spend a lot on just one day. &lt;br /&gt;Daycare search is going alright. I've contacted a couple and set up meetings.&lt;br /&gt;Had a great feeling about one daycare, the woman was very friendly and very open to gay parents. She however only has very limited hours available, so likely won't work out. &lt;br /&gt;Thought it was a sign when I found a daycare that was being run in the home my mom grew up in and was my grandma and grandpa's home for a lot of my life.  I drove past one day to look at the place only to find that it was abandoned and the notice on the door indicated the occupents had failed to pay their mortgage. :( guess they aren't a great day care! &lt;br /&gt;I'm sure things will work out. &lt;br /&gt;Secretely I want the house to be put up for sale so I can go have a look at it. It makes me lonesome to drive by and see it empty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-7295341230654244874?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/7295341230654244874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=7295341230654244874' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/7295341230654244874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/7295341230654244874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2011/08/weddings.html' title='Weddings'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-75742883071273106</id><published>2011-08-23T22:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T22:48:14.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Post at my Private Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-75742883071273106?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/75742883071273106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=75742883071273106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/75742883071273106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/75742883071273106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2011/08/new-post-at-my-private-blog.html' title='New Post at my Private Blog'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-4617559712298990574</id><published>2011-08-21T22:20:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T23:13:08.829-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This and That</title><content type='html'>We are back from our vacation. It was a really nice time. I think it's the best cottage vacation I have ever been on. It was actually so relaxing. The food was good, the drinks were good, and the company was fantastic. &lt;br /&gt;We just spent most of the week sitting on the deck of the cottage, chatting, and watching the kids play in the yard. My friend`s youngest boy (7yrs) is in LOVE with Maizey and it is the cutest thing. He would do anything for her, including sharing the corners of his ni-night (old baby blanket for snuggling, he likes the corners best) with her even though it meant she got baby drool on them. Guess what... She liked the corners best too. &lt;br /&gt;Maizey liked to be with the big kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ijsLa96AKY/TlHHFdRlERI/AAAAAAAAASs/BPJ95sLJ_oE/s1600/Maizey%2B7%2Bto%2B9%2Bmonths%2B121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ijsLa96AKY/TlHHFdRlERI/AAAAAAAAASs/BPJ95sLJ_oE/s320/Maizey%2B7%2Bto%2B9%2Bmonths%2B121.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643510704643576082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Water Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWQPsYaSjxE/TlHHqYUKYOI/AAAAAAAAAS0/tUeTeOZGcFU/s1600/Maizey%2B7%2Bto%2B9%2Bmonths%2B132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MWQPsYaSjxE/TlHHqYUKYOI/AAAAAAAAAS0/tUeTeOZGcFU/s320/Maizey%2B7%2Bto%2B9%2Bmonths%2B132.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643511338967392482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Kids Thought it was funny - The Hangover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5psl2dM9Awg/TlHIUzSss7I/AAAAAAAAAS8/gBj1e8eoU9E/s1600/Maizey%2B7%2Bto%2B9%2Bmonths%2B168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5psl2dM9Awg/TlHIUzSss7I/AAAAAAAAAS8/gBj1e8eoU9E/s320/Maizey%2B7%2Bto%2B9%2Bmonths%2B168.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643512067763516338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bath Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_a4pMF4iugk/TlHI7FCuxCI/AAAAAAAAATE/rHeujAcXc5w/s1600/Maizey%2B7%2Bto%2B9%2Bmonths%2B150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_a4pMF4iugk/TlHI7FCuxCI/AAAAAAAAATE/rHeujAcXc5w/s320/Maizey%2B7%2Bto%2B9%2Bmonths%2B150.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643512725363409954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it will probably be the last cottage vacation for a while. Like I have said before, we are hoping to get a trailer before next summer. The only think keeping us from doing that is the fact that we have no vehicle to tow it. We're waiting to see if it will be in our budget to buy an SUV some time this winter. I was actually just talking to my Uncle about it, and he has been doing some research as he is buying a GMC SUV. He says that these days, the gas mileage is just as good as in a medium sized car. I would be the lucky one who would get to drive the new vehicle on a regular basis as I work less than 10 km from home right now. &lt;br /&gt;We are looking forward to being able to go away for a few weeks in the summer to different places. &lt;br /&gt;We definitely want to go back to Sandbanks, and we also want to go back to Algonquin Park. We would love to try Killbear too. My brother and SIL`s family do a trip to Killbear every year for a week. I haven`t in the past been able to coordinate the same week off because Angela`s shitty job wouldn`t let her book vacation too far ahead because it went by seniority. Her better job does the same, but at least we know in November of the year before what weeks she will be approved for, as everyone has to have their requests in by a certain date. So we are hoping to be able to join them next year. &lt;br /&gt;I am thinking as well with a trailer we can do camping earlier and later in the season than with just a tent, as it will have heat that we can use if need be. We could also do cross country trips and camp in other provinces. My grandmother is originally from Nova Scotia, and always talked about it. I would love to see it some time. As well, I could coordinate with my friend Joanna to come with us, because she has several friends in Nova Scotia. Maybe do a trip for a couple weeks out to Alberta to visit my younger half brother. We could stop several places on the way. It would be so nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-4617559712298990574?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/4617559712298990574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=4617559712298990574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/4617559712298990574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/4617559712298990574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2011/08/this-and-that.html' title='This and That'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9ijsLa96AKY/TlHHFdRlERI/AAAAAAAAASs/BPJ95sLJ_oE/s72-c/Maizey%2B7%2Bto%2B9%2Bmonths%2B121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-5312154251540283261</id><published>2011-08-19T15:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T15:02:56.754-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/08/19/2811.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/08/19/s_2811.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/08/19/2812.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/08/19/s_2812.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/08/19/2814.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/08/19/s_2814.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/08/19/2815.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/08/19/s_2815.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-5312154251540283261?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/5312154251540283261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=5312154251540283261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/5312154251540283261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/5312154251540283261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2011/08/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-6734525407945238196</id><published>2011-08-09T00:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T00:15:11.004-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Teeth Finally</title><content type='html'>What a week it's been. Wow. I can officially say I have the best child ever! No, I REALLY mean it. &lt;br /&gt;July 30, she got her first tooth! Bottom front right. August 2, she got her second tooth, bottom front left... August 5 she got her third tooth, next to front left on the bottom, August 8 - diagnosed with an ear infection - right ear! All of this, and we only had two nights with her waking and crying (infrequently). One night she was up for an hour, finally after tempra, she settled and went back to sleep! &lt;br /&gt;We clued in to the ear infection when she started rubbing her right ear with her arm. She didn't really get many other symptoms.&lt;br /&gt;We took her to the doctor today and he had a look. She was fine when he looked in her left ear, but just bawled when he looked in her right one. She did that crying where they can't catch their breath, OMG - she never cries like that. It broke my heart. &lt;br /&gt;She'll be on her antibiotic for a week. &lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling we'll be welcoming a fourth tooth any day now. Her teething symptoms have flaired again today! &lt;br /&gt;I so so so love this little girl too much to even express. &lt;br /&gt;I feel like I should break into a "Mary-Kathryn Galliger" type monolouge from so and so a movie ... But it's just not coming to me.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/08/08/5534.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/08/08/s_5534.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-6734525407945238196?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/6734525407945238196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=6734525407945238196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/6734525407945238196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/6734525407945238196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2011/08/teeth-finally.html' title='Teeth Finally'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-2228473154354017959</id><published>2011-07-27T19:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T19:15:56.538-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><title type='text'>Baby Crazy</title><content type='html'>I think I have gone baby crazy. All I can think about is babies. I want another one. I know that I want to wait until Maizey is older, but it seems so far away. I just Love Maizey so so so much. I can't even imagine life without her. It is so amazing just watching her learn and change. &lt;br /&gt;There is some debate about the next baby. Angela thinks she may want to carry. I'm okay with that but, I want to carry too. I really enjoyed the pregnancy, and even the birth. If I am the one to carry, I would like to have the baby at home. Angela doesn't want me to. She is worried because I required surgery to repair my tears with Maizey. I told her she needn't worry about that, that they wouldn't offer it as an option if it wasn't completely safe. I am sure I would probably see a doctor quicker if I arrived to the hospital in an ambulance, than I did with Maizey anyway. &lt;br /&gt;She's agreed that we can at least discuss it as an option with the Midwives when it comes time. &lt;br /&gt;I LOVE MIDWIVES! Hopefully We will be lucky enough to have at least one more baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-2228473154354017959?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/2228473154354017959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=2228473154354017959' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/2228473154354017959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/2228473154354017959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2011/07/baby-crazy.html' title='Baby Crazy'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-1656913922196436183</id><published>2011-07-27T11:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T11:20:28.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New private post</title><content type='html'>http://moreprivate4.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-1656913922196436183?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/1656913922196436183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=1656913922196436183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/1656913922196436183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/1656913922196436183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-private-post.html' title='New private post'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-9081212958476513406</id><published>2011-07-27T10:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T10:52:34.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice!!</title><content type='html'>So Angela calls me this morning when she gets to work. " you wouldn't believe me if I told you!" she says. This is what she drove up to in the parking lot at her work! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/07/27/1488.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/07/27/s_1488.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stanley Cup! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-9081212958476513406?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/9081212958476513406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=9081212958476513406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/9081212958476513406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/9081212958476513406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2011/07/nice.html' title='Nice!!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-7578889086130747401</id><published>2011-07-26T23:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T23:02:17.031-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long day.</title><content type='html'>It was a long day today. We had to wait for an extra hour and a half for Maizey's appointment today. It turns out the doctor was called to the emergancy room for a while and it threw is schedule off. Oh well, it happens. The proceedure that was ordered for Maizey was pretty invasive... I didn't quite catch the name of it, but it was something to do with a catheter and radiation. Because she never had an ultrasound the doctor decided not to do the proceedure and instead ordered an ultrasound. We will have to go back to the hospital for that. They said it could take 8 to 10 weeks to get in for that! Wow! He said that because Maizey has had no other indications of a problem, he's not worried and that it was likely a fluke uti. &lt;br /&gt;Phew. &lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of starting another blog. Just to post a few things that I don't want every random to read. I haven't decided yet.  Let me know if you want to be put on the list of invited readers if I do. I can't say I'll be posting there often, but just when I have something a little more personal. I'll continue to post here the everyday kind of stuff. And will indicate here if there is a new post there. &lt;br /&gt;Maizey waiting for the doc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/07/26/5477.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/07/26/s_5477.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-7578889086130747401?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/7578889086130747401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=7578889086130747401' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/7578889086130747401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/7578889086130747401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2011/07/long-day.html' title='Long day.'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-5469696354761214798</id><published>2011-07-26T15:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T15:20:10.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'>At the children's hospital</title><content type='html'>We're currently at the McMaster children's hospital with Maizey. Our family doctor reccomended that we see a urology specialist because Maizey had a urinary tract infection at a very young age. They say it's likely nothing wrong but they are more comfortable with getting things all checked out. I hope they don't have to do anything to invasive. She hasn't had any problems since and I'm not even convinced she truely had an infection. Collecting a urine sample from a baby is not easy, and it probably got contaminated. We'll see I guess. &lt;br /&gt;Maizey has been loving the pool season. She would live in the water if she could. We have a better timeline as to when we'll be moving to a house now and can't wait. We found a perfect house that only needs a few cosmetics, but it's such a great price and neighbourhood, I'm sure it will sell before we are ready to buy. It looks like we'll be waiting until December or January. I'm ok with that, but will be hiring movers! We always seem to move when it's sooo cold out! &lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of Maizey and her dad. Having fun at the pool! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/07/26/3181.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/07/26/s_3181.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-5469696354761214798?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/5469696354761214798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=5469696354761214798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/5469696354761214798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/5469696354761214798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2011/07/at-children-hospital.html' title='At the children&amp;#39;s hospital'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-8893448183680019810</id><published>2011-07-17T23:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T23:01:19.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't wait!</title><content type='html'>Our laptop is fixed! I can't wait to have it back! &lt;br /&gt;Angela's dad came from Stoney creek mountain today to look at some houses. We managed to get a few open houses in despite the impromptu visit to urgent care. Manuel showed up with a sore and swollen foot. I guess it had been bothering him since Thursday. We took one look at it and the pain he was in and insisted he go have it checked out. Not bad wait time. 2 hours tops and he and Angela were back with a diagnosis of gout (sp?) and antibiotics.  &lt;br /&gt;We saw a few really nice places, a dump, and some that would be ok with a little work. We're not looking to have to do any major stuff, and some of them were a little over priced for the amount of work that needed to be done. &lt;br /&gt;We'll keep looking.&lt;br /&gt;I really want to find just the right place. &lt;br /&gt;Here is our sweet little girl! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/07/17/5236.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/07/17/s_5236.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-8893448183680019810?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/8893448183680019810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=8893448183680019810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/8893448183680019810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/8893448183680019810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2011/07/can-wait.html' title='Can&amp;#39;t wait!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-8653932762595478245</id><published>2011-07-11T22:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T22:24:56.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Activities.</title><content type='html'>Maizey, Ange and I have been enjoying our time together these days. I love the summer because it's a good time to get out. Right now, we're at ange's first beach volleyball game. It isn't at the real beach but rather a patch of sand near the welland canal &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/07/11/2142.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/07/11/s_2142.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also took Maizey on the real beach where she rode a giraffe ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/07/11/2143.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/07/11/s_2143.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went for icecream, and Maizey had her first turn on a swing that isn't indoors and used to put her to sleep. Yesterday we went to my mom's for a swim. Maizey loves it!!! She would probably stay in all day but her teeth were chattering and her lips were blue, so we got out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/07/11/2145.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/07/11/s_2145.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/07/11/2146.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/07/11/s_2146.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-8653932762595478245?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/8653932762595478245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=8653932762595478245' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/8653932762595478245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/8653932762595478245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2011/07/fun-activities.html' title='Fun Activities.'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-1144990853044320441</id><published>2011-07-08T00:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T00:19:25.258-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Laptop broke!</title><content type='html'>A week before we went camping our laptop was acting up. it would turn on but nothing would come up on the screen.  We did this removing the battery and draining the power completely trick and it worked a few times.  Once we returned from camping nothing would work.  The screen just wouldn't turn on. We took it in yesterday to the store where we got it, and they determined it was the LCD screen. (duh). So, it has to be sent away to be fixed. It could be 3 weeks before we get it back. NOT IMPRESSED. We got the techy guy to save our budget to a flash drive cause I'd be lost without it. Now I have to use the dinosaur computer in the basement. No motivation to go down there at all. Not to mention there is no where for Maizey to play down there. Lucky for me I can do most stuff on my iPhone, but some things I can't figure out. Like getting to other blogs by links or reading comments or leaving comments. Some sort of disabled cookies. Sure "click here" to solve this problem.  Right, on a PC maybe not my iPhone. Sometimes I wish I was techier! &lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll have to wait until Angela is home before working on the budget so I won't have to take Maizey into the dungeon. I would do it while she naps, but she doesn't nap well, and she'd probably wake before the dinosaur booted up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-1144990853044320441?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/1144990853044320441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=1144990853044320441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/1144990853044320441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/1144990853044320441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2011/07/laptop-broke.html' title='Laptop broke!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-4860520973471537190</id><published>2011-07-02T23:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T23:13:52.189-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Pride!</title><content type='html'>Ange, Maizey and I are just heading home from a wonderful pride BBQ. It was worth the drive. We had a great time. We of course were a little shy, but got over it more toward the time to go home. Wish we could have stayed later, but we have to get home to the dogs. &lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much to Stacey and Angele (two girls in love) for having us! I'm so glad we could make it this year!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-4860520973471537190?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/4860520973471537190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=4860520973471537190' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/4860520973471537190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/4860520973471537190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-pride.html' title='Happy Pride!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-5581239733690891360</id><published>2011-07-02T23:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T23:07:51.518-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping - Day 4 &amp; 5</title><content type='html'>We did not get the storm at all! Not a drop of rain. Wednesday was overcast and a bit cooler so we didn't really do much. Angela's brother-in-law and I took the kids canoeing for a bit, it was hard to balance 3 kids and two adults in one canoe, but we managed a trip down the river and back with no tipping. After that we just kinda hung out at the camp site roasting marshmallows and stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/07/02/4829.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/07/02/s_4829.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday we woke up and packed up to leave. We were going to go to the beach before heading home but decided not to. Good thing cause the traffic was horrible. We got home pretty late, unloaded and put everything away. I still have a few loads of laundry to finish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-5581239733690891360?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/5581239733690891360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=5581239733690891360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/5581239733690891360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/5581239733690891360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2011/07/camping-day-4-5.html' title='Camping - Day 4 &amp;amp; 5'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-8258432007015235873</id><published>2011-06-28T21:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T21:49:15.401-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping - Day 2 &amp; 3</title><content type='html'>On day 2, we spent the day at the beach. I of course was planning to spend the day under the massive sportbrella.  I chose not to wear sunscreen because I don't like creams and lotions on me... I rarely use anything like that.   Most of the day I did as planned and stayed under the umbrella. I took one 15 min swim in the lake, and burned! Just my shoulders, upper arms and my clevage. It's not too bad though. &lt;br /&gt;It was a good day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/06/28/4263.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/06/28/s_4263.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the beach we came back to the camp site and helped my friend put her tent away because she had to go back to Ottawa. Then we put our tarps up anticipating the thunderstorms.  Guess what! It didn't rain a drop. It was a beautiful day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/06/28/4264.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/06/28/s_4264.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/06/28/4265.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/06/28/s_4265.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maizey refused to nap all day and was very cranky. I managed to get her down for a nap just in time for dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/06/28/4266.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/06/28/s_4266.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute that she puts her arms over her eyes. Good ol' dog bed! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/06/28/4267.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/06/28/s_4267.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a short lived nap. Lucky for us, Maizey's cousin, Lucas,  took on the job of entertaining her while we finished eating our dinner. He loves his baby cousin! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/06/28/4268.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/06/28/s_4268.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves her so much that he shared hi double stuffed Oreo with her . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/06/28/4269.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/06/28/s_4269.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maizey is getting all kinds of treats that she shouldn't be eating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/06/28/4270.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/06/28/s_4270.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, Angela is having a shower, Maizey is sleeping in her baby cousin hailey's screened in baby bed, while we sit around the fire again tonight. &lt;br /&gt;Environment Canada has issued a severe thunderstorm for overnight tonight, hail etc. Good thing we left our tarps up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-8258432007015235873?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/8258432007015235873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=8258432007015235873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/8258432007015235873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/8258432007015235873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2011/06/camping-day-2-3.html' title='Camping - Day 2 &amp;amp; 3'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-536467556798383904</id><published>2011-06-27T01:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T01:12:32.369-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping - Day One</title><content type='html'>I love camping! &lt;br /&gt;There were just two raccoons in the dining tent trying to eat some granola bars and some apple sauce cups that were accidentally  left in there. &lt;br /&gt;Today was a good day.  3.5 hour drive, we arrived, put up tents, and pretty much settled in. We didn't have time for the beach. We ate dinner, and then spent time around the fire, roasting marshmallows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/06/26/5730.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/06/26/s_5730.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to just boil water and fill the overnight bottles. If they get cold then oh well. Maizey will drink them cooler, she just prefers warmed. &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we will have to put up some tarps as it's supposed to thunder storm on Tuesday, starting in the early morning. &lt;br /&gt;If you're wondering what the decision about Maizey's sleeping arrangements was - dog bed. Perfect solution! Just like a bassinette, only you can get them bigger and much less expensive. She's quite comfortable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/06/26/5731.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/06/26/s_5731.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-536467556798383904?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/536467556798383904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=536467556798383904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/536467556798383904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/536467556798383904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2011/06/camping-day-one.html' title='Camping - Day One'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-575984628991080943</id><published>2011-06-21T14:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T14:49:54.789-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Expressionless Jumper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y4QjcIDNUXM"&gt;Video Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-575984628991080943?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/575984628991080943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=575984628991080943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/575984628991080943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/575984628991080943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2011/06/expressionless-jumper.html' title='Expressionless Jumper'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-2988759884341577436</id><published>2011-06-21T13:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T14:08:49.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AYR4DYxwlTg/TgDd5M8lXrI/AAAAAAAAAR8/2OmZ_RkreqE/s1600/sand_banks_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AYR4DYxwlTg/TgDd5M8lXrI/AAAAAAAAAR8/2OmZ_RkreqE/s320/sand_banks_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620736309755993778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jJ07O2FdCTE/TgDd5Bm6rxI/AAAAAAAAAR0/xMhrn43_geY/s1600/beach_Sandbanks_distance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jJ07O2FdCTE/TgDd5Bm6rxI/AAAAAAAAAR0/xMhrn43_geY/s320/beach_Sandbanks_distance.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620736306712325906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I mentioned already that we have finally decided to go camping next week. Angela has the week of June 26 to July 2 off. We were up in the air about going because we had no one to watch our doggies. Angela's dad usually watches them but he's in Portugal until July 7. My good friend has agreed to come and stay with the dogs while we are away, so we will be going to Sandbanks Provincial Park. I have been there once on a day trip to the beach, while visiting my best friend in Kingston when she went to school there. I have always wanted to camp there, but it is hard to find an available camp site, unless you want to log onto the Provincial Park web page at 7am so many months before you want to camp. Well, we never know for sure what weeks Angela will get off that far in advance. We were going to go to Killbear because it is a beautiful park too, but I found some available sites at Sandbanks, and decided to do that one this summer. We will be going with Angela's sister and brother-in-law and their kids. My best buddy Joanna will be joining us too with her son for a couple days. I am really excited. &lt;br /&gt;There are a couple things though that I am unsure about. I have never been camping with Maizey, and am a little nervous about that. I am sure it will be fine though. I just have to figure out where she will sleep. I don't know if her pack and play will fit into the tent along with our double high queen air mattress. I am also nervous about the mosquito's. The don't really bite me that often, they just bug, but again, this is all new with Maizey. I suppose we'll just pack some infant antihistamine just in case she has a reaction to it. One other thing is heating the bottle at night for her. I think what we'll end up doing is just boiling water before we go to bed at night and then put it in a Thermos, and hope that it is warm enough when she wakes to have a drink. She's been sleeping well through the night these days again, and only waking in the early morning to eat.&lt;br /&gt;One thing I am going to try to do is get my pictures off of the camera faster so that I can put more on here, also, I have to get use to taking the camera everywhere and actually using it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-2988759884341577436?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/2988759884341577436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=2988759884341577436' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/2988759884341577436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/2988759884341577436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2011/06/camping.html' title='Camping!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AYR4DYxwlTg/TgDd5M8lXrI/AAAAAAAAAR8/2OmZ_RkreqE/s72-c/sand_banks_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-9092753960369228035</id><published>2011-06-20T11:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T11:59:56.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I find I have been thinking a lot about the friends that we are no longer talking too. I miss them a lot in a way, but at the same time, it is sort of a relief not having to worry about pleasing them. They liked things their way, all the time, and I am the kind of person who will cater to that no matter the stress. I would go to lengths to put them before myself, and before Angela. Angela and I had many hard times because I did this. Our relationship is easier now. This could be in part where the tension came from. The resentment Angela had, that I would put them first. I'm not intending this to be a negative post. I just feel the need to get it out though. I wonder how my friends are doing. I know that this is the month that they designated to begin the TTC process. Whether or not that plan has remained or changed, I don't know, and may never know. However, if it has remained, I am sending well wishes, and positive fertility thoughts. I wish my old friends all the best in this process!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-9092753960369228035?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/9092753960369228035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=9092753960369228035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/9092753960369228035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/9092753960369228035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2011/06/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-5034944153681866453</id><published>2011-06-20T11:38:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T11:45:38.152-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-76X6tAWhwuE/Tf9rF7MPM7I/AAAAAAAAARs/7g07k_QKkkg/s1600/4%2BMonths%2Bto%2B7%2Bmonths%2B129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-76X6tAWhwuE/Tf9rF7MPM7I/AAAAAAAAARs/7g07k_QKkkg/s320/4%2BMonths%2Bto%2B7%2Bmonths%2B129.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620328609514206130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PngfKpSF7u8/Tf9qryvSqbI/AAAAAAAAARk/UHkMcEohYnw/s1600/4%2BMonths%2Bto%2B7%2Bmonths%2B119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PngfKpSF7u8/Tf9qryvSqbI/AAAAAAAAARk/UHkMcEohYnw/s320/4%2BMonths%2Bto%2B7%2Bmonths%2B119.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620328160568715698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PmCRNhq_Jcc/Tf9qUIdZuuI/AAAAAAAAARc/r-3ea5RGkB8/s1600/4%2BMonths%2Bto%2B7%2Bmonths%2B088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PmCRNhq_Jcc/Tf9qUIdZuuI/AAAAAAAAARc/r-3ea5RGkB8/s320/4%2BMonths%2Bto%2B7%2Bmonths%2B088.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620327754082400994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VSV1dLtcdIQ/Tf9p3EIsK6I/AAAAAAAAARU/6x2PFcfmB84/s1600/4%2BMonths%2Bto%2B7%2Bmonths%2B027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VSV1dLtcdIQ/Tf9p3EIsK6I/AAAAAAAAARU/6x2PFcfmB84/s320/4%2BMonths%2Bto%2B7%2Bmonths%2B027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620327254705580962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-5034944153681866453?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/5034944153681866453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=5034944153681866453' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/5034944153681866453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/5034944153681866453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2011/06/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-76X6tAWhwuE/Tf9rF7MPM7I/AAAAAAAAARs/7g07k_QKkkg/s72-c/4%2BMonths%2Bto%2B7%2Bmonths%2B129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-3180185559288228638</id><published>2011-06-19T21:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T21:28:07.451-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maizey GAGa.</title><content type='html'>We've been trying Maizey on some purees since she turned 6 months, maybe a little bit earlier, because the doctor told us to. First we tried meat, but she gagged, and it smelled terrible (pre-made baby food) so we skipped meat. Although the doctor told us to do meat first, we just went to veggies. She liked the pre-made sweet potatoes, and carrots, but won't eat a lot. We've since tried the different fruit. She will eat it mixed with her cereal, and will eat some banana and pears on their own. She is just picky i guess because sometimes she will eat them sometimes she won't. &lt;br /&gt;She LOVES to eat the foods she is not supposed to eat. Like off our plates.. sometimes we squash it all up until it is mushy and let her try some. I know, not the best idea, because of allergies etc, but she eats it that way. &lt;br /&gt;Today, I tried making some homemade sweet potato. She gagged. I don't understand. I am worried that she won't eat solids. I am trying to keep the thought that she will eat when she's ready. She does love the cereal though, but again will only eat it when she is the right mood. &lt;br /&gt;I will just keep trying her with foods, to see if she will get use to it. &lt;br /&gt;Funny thing, she will eat crackers, no problem. &lt;br /&gt;She's been drooling up a storm, but still no teeth. I think it's coming though, her gums are all hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-3180185559288228638?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/3180185559288228638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=3180185559288228638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/3180185559288228638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/3180185559288228638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2011/06/maizey-gaga.html' title='Maizey GAGa.'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-2035689496069994470</id><published>2011-06-17T22:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T22:30:13.735-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Days</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we went to the Toronto Zoo. It was really a lot of fun. It's a lot of walking, but I didn't mind. Of course my favourite animal was the giraffes. I was a little sad that they had them in small cages. Usually they are out in a big grassy treed area but I guess they had put in new sod or something and had to keep them in the cages. Maizey was good. I think she saw some of the animals. Angela, Maizey and I went with my best buddy Jo and her son Aiden. Aiden is about 19/20 months old now and he was really liking the animals. He got all sad every time we said "goodbye" to an animal, but was very excited to see the next one. He liked the monkey's and he liked the zebra`s. Maizey has been extra tired today though. &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we are going to Marineland. We wouldn`t be going because we wouldn`t spend the money on it (not worth it in my opinion), but my work has the annual summer company picnic there so we get everything free. We are taking my nephew and my mom with us. My nephew is really excited because he has never been on a roller coaster before. He is looking forward to the ladybug ride. &lt;br /&gt;We have finally decided we will be going camping with Angela`s sister, brother in law and their kids. They have 4 (2 months to 10yrs). I am a little worried about Maizey and the bugs, but we`ll deal I suppose. &lt;br /&gt;We really enjoy the camping atmosphere. We have decided that we will probably end up buying a small trailer. It would just be a lot easier then doing the tent. We spend a lot of money renting cottages every year and that only gets us a week. We figure that if we get a trailer we can go more frequently than just a week a year. We headed down to a local trailer dealer, and fell in love with one. Our goal is to have one by next spring. The thing is though, that we will have to get a new vehicle too because neither of our cars will tow the trailer that we like. It`s ok though because we were figuring we needed a bigger vehicle anyway. With the baby stroller and everything, we can hardly get anything else in the car. We`re thinking probably an SUV or crossover. &lt;br /&gt;We`re really very excited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-2035689496069994470?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/2035689496069994470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=2035689496069994470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/2035689496069994470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/2035689496069994470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2011/06/busy-days.html' title='Busy Days'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-3757491956596082512</id><published>2011-06-04T23:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T23:03:12.882-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty bed..</title><content type='html'>Angela is at the general hospital for the night. Nothing too serious. She has gained a significant amount of weight in the past year. (give or take a little time) when she sleeps, she snores, and sometimes she stops breathing, so she's gone for the sleep study test to test for apnea. I am alone for the night. At least I'll be able to sleep though. I don't know if any one else has this problem or not, but sometimes Ange gets watching tv at night (we don't have a tv in the bedroom) and I come to bed at the usual 11pm or so. Well she stays up watching stuff until 2 or 3 in the morning. That's fine, she is a big girl, only it causes me problems. I don't know why, but I don't sleep well when this happens. I don't know if it's because I'm waiting for her to come to bed or what, but I just don't really sleep until she's in bed. The past two nights she's come to bed at 2 and I'm exhausted, as I also get up in the night with maizey on nights that Ange works the next day.&lt;br /&gt;I hope she sleeps well tonight and I don't have to get up too much. I put her in bed awake tonight. She banged her legs on the mattress for a while, (something she always does in bed) but eventually went to sleep.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm falling asleep now too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night night. &lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-3757491956596082512?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/3757491956596082512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=3757491956596082512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/3757491956596082512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/3757491956596082512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2011/06/empty-bed.html' title='Empty bed..'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-953937132264482467</id><published>2011-06-02T12:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T13:17:23.155-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cranky Days</title><content type='html'>I don't know what is up with Maizey these days. She is especially cranky. &lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was an especially hot day here. It was 29C (84F) but because of humidity, it felt like 37C (98.6F). Considering it has been raining for two weeks straight, we were happy with the warm temperatures. Maizey and I spent the day at my friend's house, it was her day off of work, and she is a sun worshiper. While she sat under the sun, we sat under the sport-brella. (We are not sun worshipers). Maizey was surprisingly content with this. I think she was just enjoying the fresh air and the different (not in the house) view. After about 3 hours, she became too hot and too cranky, so my friend took Maizey in her son's blow up pool. I didn't think she'd like it much because it is much colder than her bath, but she did like it. She loved it in fact. She was splashing around and talking up a storm. After that, it was time for us to go home, so I packed her up into her infant carrier car seat and went home. All of the fresh air and swimming excitement must have wore her out. She had a two and a half hour nap. Usually she only naps for about half hour at the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-019xwkfb78o/Tee-6dOfn_I/AAAAAAAAARA/NUx0BRITBfg/s1600/6mo%2Bpool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-019xwkfb78o/Tee-6dOfn_I/AAAAAAAAARA/NUx0BRITBfg/s320/6mo%2Bpool.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613665372027723762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday she was cranky all day. I am thinking it is either, she was too hot, or gassy, or introducing new foods is causing the crankiness. The other thing is teeth. I still can't see or feel any, but she is six months now, so it is likely. She really wasn't happy with anything yesterday. She was quite gassy, and pooped 3 times, which is more than usual. I tried everything to make her happy, but nothing worked. Here she is in her exersaucer just before a melt down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IVgT_BrCW0s/Tee_3TNiAeI/AAAAAAAAARI/1M1SyNJiUaI/s1600/6mo%2Bsaucer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IVgT_BrCW0s/Tee_3TNiAeI/AAAAAAAAARI/1M1SyNJiUaI/s320/6mo%2Bsaucer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613666417311351266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long and hard couple weeks. Angela has been working 12h days for the past week and a bit. Normally I would not encourage this, as I like to have time for us to spend as a family, and be together, but vacation time is coming up, and we could use the extra cash. By the time she gets home at night, I am ready for bed. Man, I feel like I am ready for bed now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, she was offered some overtime, but she just couldn't do it. She misses us too much. She was looking forward to coming home at 1 to be with us, and so she declined. That's ok with me. The thing is, Maizey is going with her dad this afternoon for a while. So it won't be family time after all. It's ok though, I am looking forward to some much needed couple time. We've been seeing a marriage and family therapist for a while, to keep our relationship in check, as we don't always communicate that great with one another, and she would definitely approve of this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, I guess a lot of people wouldn't really want to talk about seeing a Therapist. I think it comes with the connotation that something is wrong in your relationship. But I guess we see her as more of a prevention, before something goes wrong in our relationship. I mean, Yes, there are things that have caused much stress on the two of us in the past 6 months (baby, mom's sick, mom dying, mom almost dies, lack of support from people we thought we could count on, a trip for a funeral etc.), that we have discussed. There are also more intimate things that have created stress on our relationship for longer periods, things that we just can't seem to work out between the two of us, things that are dwelled upon and we need help with that. We need someone from the outside to help with those things. Maybe I will get into that more another day. It is a post I have been considering for a long time. I guess though, I want to appear as though we live in this perfect little world, and have a perfect relationship, so it is hard to actually put it down here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a week, we will be back to Toronto for some child free couple time. Maizey's Papa will be babysitting overnight while Angela and I along with some friends go to the NKOTB BSB concert. Yes, we're crazy. LOL. We've decided to stay the night in a hotel and make a mini couple night out of it. Our seats at the concert suck, but it should be a good time anyway. &lt;br /&gt;I contemplated using the iron on t-shirt decals from my many concert programs from back in the day to make some stylin new t-shirts, but changed my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I could go on an on today. But, I will stop here for now, and save some for another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-953937132264482467?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/953937132264482467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=953937132264482467' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/953937132264482467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/953937132264482467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2011/06/cranky-days.html' title='Cranky Days'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-019xwkfb78o/Tee-6dOfn_I/AAAAAAAAARA/NUx0BRITBfg/s72-c/6mo%2Bpool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-5315533217264680894</id><published>2011-05-26T00:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T00:12:16.474-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow!</title><content type='html'>Maizey is 6 months old! Already... Before I know it, we'll be celebrating her first birthday and I'll be going back to work. I better get signed up for daycare. Daycare seems like an impossible task. I mean with Angela working such random hours and me working the 3-11 shift some times. I guess ultimately we'll need 4 days a week, 3 of 8 being afternoon shifts for me, and one weekend a month. Maybe my mom will be willing to help with the afternoons and the weekend if need be. I am willing to pay her daycare rates. I was hoping that she would retire in October and be able to be the daycare. I would totally pay her. I don't expect my mom to raise my kids. Thing is, now that my mom is recovering from her ostomy, she can't do that much physically without getting tired. &lt;br /&gt;The other thing is that we're hoping to be in a new house, living with angela's dad by then, so maybe he could help out too.. I don't think he has much experince with little ones though. If we are in a house, Angela is going to give up one job and work part time hours only, so that could help too. &lt;br /&gt;HA! I just thought of something funny! If we do try for a second child... Living with ange's dad... Lol what's he going to think when our guy comes over to make and leave the specimen !!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/05/25/4305.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/05/25/s_4305.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-5315533217264680894?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/5315533217264680894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=5315533217264680894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/5315533217264680894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/5315533217264680894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2011/05/wow.html' title='Wow!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-6756150238609079635</id><published>2011-05-20T22:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T22:55:41.984-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So frustrating</title><content type='html'>Ughhh... I have been trying to publish a post for days now.  It is stuck on my phone on the blog press application. Everytime I try to publish it is comes up with "it seems your network is not ready to publish" or something similar to that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breifly it was an update on us surviving the cold.  After Maizey had it, both Angela and I got it.  Mother's day, I got a fever, and Ange had to drive her dad to the airport, and well, I just put Maizey to bed, and went to bed.  She must have known that I wasn't well because she slept through the night for me that night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't sleep through the night often. She usually sleeps for 3 or 4 hours, wakes to eat, then sleeps again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the $1 millon cottage that we were planning on staying in this summer got sold.  We've had to pick a new one.  It is not quite as nice as the first one, but it is nice still, and a little bit cheaper.  The beach at this one is a lot nicer too. That will be nice for the kids.  &lt;br /&gt;I am really looking forward to this vacation! &lt;br /&gt;I'm also hoping we can move out of this ghetto sooner than later. I'm just tired of coming out of my house to find a wal-mart shopping cart on my front walk way, or laying in bed listening to the neighbours have some very colourful conversations in the middle of the night, while I inhale the smoke from their ciggarettes that they smoke under our bedroom window. It's not so bad in the winter when no one is outside, but in the spring and summer, it's almost every night. &lt;br /&gt;I'm also hoping to go camping for a few nights in June some time. The only thing holding us back is a lack of dog sitter. Usually ange's dad watches them for us but he's away until july. We'd take them, but that'll be too much. Especially since it would be our first time camping with Maizey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/05/20/3196.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/05/20/s_3196.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-6756150238609079635?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/6756150238609079635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=6756150238609079635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/6756150238609079635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/6756150238609079635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2011/05/so-frustrating.html' title='So frustrating'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-8062332926564379573</id><published>2011-05-05T08:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T23:30:07.461-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maizey's First Cold.</title><content type='html'>Maizey woke at 2am last night for a bottle and a diaper change. She is all congested and coughing, I can hear the mucous loosely in her chest/throat. She hasn't yet a fever. I will see how she is when she wakes up again. I was dreading this. I have a pretty good idea where the cold came from as my nephew (4) has been with us for the week, and he is constantly blowing his nose. He told me yesterday that he thinks he caught his brother's cold. &lt;br /&gt;This is a first that I was not looking forward to. Poor little girl. I don't even know what to do. Do I take her to the doctor? or only if it gets worse? I hate that these things always happen right before the weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had a busy but fun week.&lt;br /&gt;Monday we met up with some friends at the indoor play gym. That place can really tire you out. After that we went to Wendy's for lunch (by request of Zach) and then did some shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday we met a friend for Lunch at our favourite restaurant, and just hung out there for a while. There is a "race car" arcade game there, so Zach was entertained by that. I can't believe how quickly the time went by. &lt;br /&gt;Wednesday we went to a "stars and strollers" showing of "Rio". It was really a cute movie. It was my first time going to one of these and Maizey was really good. I can't imagine she would be every time, but that was encouraging. &lt;br /&gt;I am not sure what we are going to do today. We will only have a short day today compared to other days. We will be dropping Zach off at his mom and dad`s work at about 2:30, because we have an appointment to go to at 3. &lt;br /&gt;Friday, still not sure what we are going to do. I was thinking about going to one of the indoor water parks in Niagara Falls, but now that Maizey has a cold, I`m not sure that`s such a great idea. Who knows. I am sure we will find something. &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my birthday.. Whoopee. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-8062332926564379573?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/8062332926564379573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=8062332926564379573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/8062332926564379573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/8062332926564379573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2011/05/maizeys-first-cold.html' title='Maizey&amp;#39;s First Cold.'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-800430859798549200</id><published>2011-04-30T14:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T14:55:10.319-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship breakdown'/><title type='text'>Drama</title><content type='html'>Recently, I blogged briefly about some drama in our lives. I'm happy to say that the drama is over. I'm not happy that we've lost some friends, but it really is what is best for everyone involved. The friendship was broken for a long time, and well, I was too afraid to say anything. I kept ignoring the bad parts, and the flaws and faults of my friends, as I am sure they did ours as well, in hopes that the good would continue to shine through. As time went on, the good got fewer and the bad-well, it became the focus. &lt;br /&gt;I can only give my side of the story, and so, won't be sharing much of what occurred, as it is unfair. &lt;br /&gt;I do have to say though, it really bothers me that these friends, continue to hold onto their perspective that they are completely innocent in all of the break down. It bothers me that I am the kind of person who wouldn't tell them what they did that hurt me. It bothers me that they can't see past their self righteousness, to admit that half of the things if not more than that, that these friends accuse us of, they themselves were too blind to see themselves doing the very same. (one small example- Angela was upset when she was not asked to hold a significant role in this particular friend's wedding, this friend proceeded to point out that was selfish of Angela and that HER wedding was not about Angela. When we had our miscarriage, this very same friend expressed her upset in the fact that Angela never asked her to come and be with us during a difficult time, making it about her own feelings, instead of supporting Angela the way she needed. Is this not human nature? to want to feel included and important?) It bothers me that they will forever deny this, because their ego is too big to allow them to admit that they are not perfect either. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe Angela and I are not 100% innocent in this falling out, but we are not 100% of the problem either. We at least we're willing to talk about it, and take responsibility for what we had done to wrong them or hurt their feelings. &lt;br /&gt;I will mourn the loss of what I wanted these people to be for us, but will not mourn what we have actually lost. With that being said, I will miss the fun and the good times we did have. As I said before, this is better for everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-800430859798549200?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/800430859798549200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=800430859798549200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/800430859798549200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/800430859798549200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2011/04/drama.html' title='Drama'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-4795616777749738652</id><published>2011-04-26T23:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T23:24:49.615-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved her</title><content type='html'>Well, the doctor reccomended that we keep Maizey in our room until she is 6 months old. We decided to move her back to her own room now. She's 5 months. Angela snores. Loud. It doesn't bother me at all, except when I lay awake worrying that it's going to wake Maizey. So, I continually nudge Angela all night to minimize her snoring, so she doesn't sleep well.  Also, when Maizey moves at all in the slightest, I hear it, and again, lay awake listening for any indication she's waking. It's a nasty cycle. Not to mention angela's alarm in the morning for work waking all of us. So, in an effort to get better sleep, we have moved her early. &lt;br /&gt;She's been constipated again, so I am likely going to put her back on the Good Start again, provided she will take it now that she's so in love with the Kirkland. &lt;br /&gt;We will be starting her on proteins in the next couple weeks as reccomended by our doctor. Then we'll do vegetables and then fruits. I'm hoping she likes them better than the cereal. She eats the cereal alright, but sometimes it takes her longer or she gets fussy. We don't press her to eat if she's not in the mood because we don't want her to associate eating with unpleasantness at this point. &lt;br /&gt;Angela's sister is having her 4th child tomorrow (3rd biologically) It will be a c section as her first was a section. Her second was a VBAC and it was very difficult and traumatic. They aren't going to take a chance with this one. I'm very excited! We will be going to meet the new little one around 3pm. &lt;br /&gt;Next week, I will have my nephew all week, his daycare provider will be on vacation. Should tire me out really well! I better start thinking of things I can do with him and maizey. I know one day we'll hit the indoor play gym. Other than that, I'm not sure. Maybe swimming one day (if Angela is off one day). Maybe indoor golf, I can put Maizey in the baby bjjorn. We'll see.   &lt;br /&gt;So, finally, I can see slight resemblance. Here are Maizey and I making a similar face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/04/26/3662.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/26/s_3662.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-4795616777749738652?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/4795616777749738652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=4795616777749738652' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/4795616777749738652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/4795616777749738652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2011/04/moved-her.html' title='Moved her'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-4259054178301586853</id><published>2011-04-21T21:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T21:18:13.059-04:00</updated><title type='text'>She jumps herself to sleep!</title><content type='html'>Maizey has been wearing herself out at night in her jolly jumper. She absolutely loves the thing. She'll jump untill she falls asleep. It's the funniest thing ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/04/21/3162.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/21/s_3162.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/04/21/3163.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/21/s_3163.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-4259054178301586853?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/4259054178301586853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=4259054178301586853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/4259054178301586853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/4259054178301586853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2011/04/she-jumps-herself-to-sleep.html' title='She jumps herself to sleep!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-1492294059158421152</id><published>2011-04-18T23:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T23:45:13.388-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do do</title><content type='html'>Maizey started her cereal at 4 months as per the doctors orders. She seems to enjoy it. We have also started her on a different formula. She LOVES the new formula. It comes in a can twice the size of the can we've been using and only costs $23.00. I know cheaper isn't always better, but she is eating this stuff so much better than the other. The only thing we have noticed is that her poop is harder. I might even say she is slightly constipated.  She has been having bowel movements every day since the switch, but sometimes she only has a small (grape sized) poop nugget. I'm not worried at this point because she doesn't seem to be uncomfortable, or refusing to eat at all. Her abdomen isn't hard or bulging. &lt;br /&gt;I saw a 4 week old today while out shopping, and I was a little sad. Maizey is getting so big. So sweet though. She really has a special temperment. &lt;br /&gt;Things around here have pretty much been as usual. Nothing much to report. Gawd, we're boring. Hopefully once the weather gets nice I will have more adventures to post about.&lt;br /&gt;Maizey and her biggest fan...Tanner.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/04/18/3502.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/04/18/s_3502.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-1492294059158421152?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/1492294059158421152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=1492294059158421152' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/1492294059158421152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/1492294059158421152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2011/04/do-do.html' title='Do do'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-3264830364079620795</id><published>2011-03-29T22:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T23:01:53.794-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation on the Brain</title><content type='html'>Angela and I had a nice time both last weekend and the weekend before that.  It was nice to have time for just the two of us, in a hotel, with a king sized bed.  I didn't even miss the jaccuzzi. We spent friday night dining on Portuguese food, and then we watched a movie (Harry Potter, The Deathly Hollows- part one) in the Hotel room.  The next day we enjoyed sleeping in, and then headed down to the pool.  After the pool, we met up with our good friends, who had come to join us for a Birthday celebration for Angela.  We went for lunch, and then went back to the hotel for some drinks.  A little later, we headed out to a bar for a while. &lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, we went to the Ontario Science Centre. There was so much to see and do there, we are wishing we had gone earlier, and will definately be going back.|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While spending time with our friends, we all decided that we would rent a cottage this summer for a two family vacation.  Our frinds have 3 children, and it has always been something that they wanted to do, take their kids to a cottage right on the water for a week long vacation.  Each of the kids will bring a friend to hang around with.  It will be a fun time.  I am pretty excited.  We found the perfect Cottage for such a large group, only it is a little luxurious.  It is a $1 million cottage. It has 4 bedrooms, and 4 bathrooms, also laundry, dishwasher, air conditioning.  I know the point of the cottage is a little bit of nature, but this place is right in the middle of nature.  Oh it looks so beautiful.  I can't wait. (Also I can wait because I don't want Maizey to get any older).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bKsSRKJ8zso/TZKcuOYkX9I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/kRLA4LWvIr0/s1600/cottage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bKsSRKJ8zso/TZKcuOYkX9I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/kRLA4LWvIr0/s320/cottage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589702405469265874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad is here from China.  It is a nice suprise visit.  He got to meet Maizey today.  I am so happy he got to meet her while she is still a baby. His next regular visit would be in October, so she would be almost one by then.  It is funny, but, Maizey's Papa (Michael) walked by the restaurant we were eating lunch in, so I ran out and had him join us.  Later, he called to tell me how much he finds Maizey looks like my dad. Now that he's mentioned it, I can totally see it. Once my dad sends me the pictures from lunch today, I will post some.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before now, I was unsure that I wanted to have another child.  I thought one was enough.  On the weekend, I think I decided that I want to try for just one more. I had a lot of trouble with the first few months with Maizey, but we made it through, and we can make it again.  Totally worth it!!  Not to mention we will probably have less detrimental things going on in our life for the first few months of the next one, lets hope anyway.  I want to be pregnant again, I want another infant.  But, I want to wait until Maizey is 2 before we start trying.  Of course, this is just me talking right now.  I will have to make sure that both Angela and Maizey's dad are on board. There is just a small bit of talk about Angela carrying the next one.  I would be ok with that, despite wanting to be pregnant again. But again, she isn't that interested so we shall see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-3264830364079620795?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/3264830364079620795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=3264830364079620795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/3264830364079620795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/3264830364079620795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2011/03/vacation-on-brain.html' title='Vacation on the Brain'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bKsSRKJ8zso/TZKcuOYkX9I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/kRLA4LWvIr0/s72-c/cottage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-186798552565996585</id><published>2011-03-17T14:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T15:32:59.255-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking Forward to a Night Out!</title><content type='html'>I am quite excited that Angela and I will be going out on the town this Saturday Night. We will be headed to a club in Toronto. A bunch of friends invited us to join them, and since we haven't been out like that in over a year, we agreed to go. The only thing is, is that we will be leaving Maizey for the first time overnight. Ugh. I am feeling a little heartbroken. I'm sure she will be fine. Her Meama (my mom) wanted to babysit, but due to recovering from her illness, she is feeling like she is not confident enough. She is still weaker than normal, and has trouble getting up the stairs while carrying things. Her Nana (her dad's mom) was going to babysit, but her father has been admitted to the hospital. Her Auntie (her dad's sister) has stepped up and graciously offered to have her for the night. It makes me so happy that she has such a large and loving family. I just hope that I will be able to have a good time, and not worry and think about her all night. My biggest fear is that she will need "me" and I won't be there and she will feel abandoned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are going away to Toronto again the next weekend. It is Angela's birthday on March 28, so we had plans to visit friends in London that weekend. I had booked a Jacuzzi suite in a hotel down there. Well, we came to realize that those friends would be in Toronto that weekend as one of them has some training there. Well, now there is drama between us all, and we were considering not going at all. We decided we would go anyway. Toronto is a big city, and we have the right to celebrate Angela's birthday however we would like to. Angela booked those days off of work, knowing we wanted to do something special, and we have a babysitter for Maizey that whole weekend (her dad and papa), So we will go. Again though, not looking forward to leaving the baby. Dad and Pops have agreed to come and stay at our house with Maizey, so that she will be in familiar surroundings and they will have all of her things available to them. I am really quite looking forward to what we have planned. A couple of our other friends have suggested they might meet up with us there, they often go to Toronto and usually stay in the same hotel that Angela and I are planning to stay in. I wanted a Jacuzzi suite again, but decided against it for a better location and price. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked to my dad in China last night. He is thinking about visiting his father in Scotland soon. He was saying that is is somehow cheaper for him to fly to Toronto from China, and then to Scotland, than it is to fly directly from China to Scotland. I am hoping he has some time in Toronto, so that we can visit with him. He hasn't yet met his granddaughter. I would like him to meet her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Tuesday is Maizey's 4 month appointment at the doctors. My mom is going to come with me because I can't stand it when she gets needles. Ugh. The doctor had mentioned that we will be likely starting her on Cereal at that time to try to get a few more calories into her. We have been practicing sitting in her highchair. She quite likes it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought some nice looking rib steaks from Costco the other day, and am looking forward to grilling them tonight. I just need to run out and get some beer... what is a great steak without a beer. I should also get some green food colouring so that I can have a green beer on St. Patricks day today, after all, I am part Irish! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela has the day off today, so maybe we will go up to her Dad's house for dinner. He is quite lonely since losing his wife. There is still some talk about him moving down here and sharing a home with us. I have really put some thought into it, and I am really thinking it could be a great situation. He really is a sweet man and would make a nice addition to our home. I am hoping we can get a place with a pool. I had a pool growing up and really loved it. Also, I have visions of having Sunday BBQs with the extended family and friends. It would be so nice. I love being in the company of good friends and family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-186798552565996585?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/186798552565996585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=186798552565996585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/186798552565996585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/186798552565996585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2011/03/looking-forward-to-night-out.html' title='Looking Forward to a Night Out!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-7260596831292006214</id><published>2011-03-16T14:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T14:50:04.132-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Been a while...</title><content type='html'>I haven't really been more busy than usual. I don't really have a reason to not post. I guess there has just been some drama going on in my life, and I haven't really been in the mood. I won't go into details, and honestly, I am amidst the drama still, but some things are becoming much more clear, and I am gaining a lot of insight. I am the type of person who likes to educate myself on every situation going on. I get what I would call, a lazy education. I look things up, apply that information to my current life situations and then, once it seems clear to me, I stop educating. The one thing in my life, that bothers me the most, is the fact that it is impossible to have an objective view when you are directly involved with a situation. I mean, I feel like I have all this insight, but am I skewing it to fit my motives. Does the fact that I am aware that this could be happening make it less skewed, or does it matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-7260596831292006214?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/7260596831292006214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=7260596831292006214' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/7260596831292006214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/7260596831292006214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2011/03/been-while.html' title='Been a while...'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-6928205747336780646</id><published>2011-02-27T19:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T20:18:48.107-05:00</updated><title type='text'>good baby?</title><content type='html'>I really have no place to reference from on whether or not I am a lucky mom or not. I think I have a good baby. For example, most of the time she is quiet, and just babbles, or goos and gaaas.. but rarely cries. She cries when she is hungry, or tired, or uncomfortable. But that is pretty well the only reason. She has been a little cranky for the past few days, but I think it is her 3 month growth spurt. She seems to be hungry and sleepy a lot! &lt;br /&gt;I took her to the Doctor on Thursday. IT was to check her weight gain since the last appointment. She gained less than a pound. she weighs 10 lbs 13 oz. The doctor suggested that we try different formula's for her to see if maybe she likes one better than the one we currently use. He also says we will start her on cereal next month when she is 4 months. She is still eating 3oz every 3 hours. Although I think she is starting to get hungry sooner, like at 2.5 hrs. We can try to give her 4oz but she doesn't finish it. I think she probably has a really small tummy. &lt;br /&gt;So, is she a good baby?&lt;br /&gt;Night time routine... Because our doctor recommended that we have her in our bedroom, we don't put her to bed until we are ready to go to bed. We find that we wake her if we put her in bed earlier. So.. at bedtime, we take her up and change her diaper, and then we read her a book, and give her a bottle, and rock her. Some times she falls asleep in our arms, sometimes we put her down when she is still a little awake when we put her the crib. She usually goes to sleep and will sleep anywhere from 3hrs to 6hrs before she wakes up for a feeding. Then we get her up, change her and give her a bottle, and she falls back to sleep while eating, and we put her back in the crib and she again sleeps another 3 to 4 hours, and we repeat with the diaper and the bottle, and she sleeps again. Usually we will end up getting up for the day at around 9 or 10am. Maybe I shouldn't talk about it... Maybe my luck will change. Maybe I just think she is a good baby but maybe this is not a good baby.. Like I said.. i have no comparison. &lt;br /&gt;ok.. we got a new camera because we were tired of only having cell phone quality pictures, and our other camera is just too big to carry around everywhere. So here are a couple of the pictures... just randoms, trying the camera out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DsZaw-ZuDJM/TWr3Ybj0utI/AAAAAAAAAQw/yHIC_ekWD7o/s1600/3%2Bmonths%2B%252B%2B014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DsZaw-ZuDJM/TWr3Ybj0utI/AAAAAAAAAQw/yHIC_ekWD7o/s320/3%2Bmonths%2B%252B%2B014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578543087538715346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W2nOCzO3b2k/TWr3Xpay9YI/AAAAAAAAAQo/0EjVZ6FUOb4/s1600/3%2Bmonths%2B%252B%2B017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W2nOCzO3b2k/TWr3Xpay9YI/AAAAAAAAAQo/0EjVZ6FUOb4/s320/3%2Bmonths%2B%252B%2B017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578543074079077762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zAjvP4zebsY/TWr3XUUAyzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/6-Uu8Rcx_0c/s1600/3%2Bmonths%2B%252B%2B011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zAjvP4zebsY/TWr3XUUAyzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/6-Uu8Rcx_0c/s320/3%2Bmonths%2B%252B%2B011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578543068413479730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-InI1uP9LkeA/TWr3XFvi1AI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fOeF1Lrt06Y/s1600/3%2Bmonths%2B%252B%2B012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-InI1uP9LkeA/TWr3XFvi1AI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fOeF1Lrt06Y/s320/3%2Bmonths%2B%252B%2B012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578543064502424578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-6928205747336780646?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/6928205747336780646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=6928205747336780646' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/6928205747336780646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/6928205747336780646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2011/02/good-baby.html' title='good baby?'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DsZaw-ZuDJM/TWr3Ybj0utI/AAAAAAAAAQw/yHIC_ekWD7o/s72-c/3%2Bmonths%2B%252B%2B014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-8689368881679816271</id><published>2011-02-14T22:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T22:54:13.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>Got Engaged this valentine's day. Ange asked me at dinner tonight. I didn't really get her anything for Valentine's day because, well we don't really do that stuff. Mostly we just get each other gifts when we want to, not for occasions. You know.. not because we are supposed to. Well we went out for Greek food with Maizey's dad and papa. (our donor and his husband). During dinner, I pulled out a "cash 4 life" lotto ticket, and passed it over to Angela and said.. "Happy Valentine's Day" and she said.. "oh we're doing presents? well I didn't get you anything". I said "its OK I'm use to it" as we're all laughing and joking, Ange pulls out this ring box opens it and says "will you marry me?" .. OMG! I cried, and said "of course". Hugs and Kisses etc... Yay. &lt;br /&gt;Here is the ring. &lt;br /&gt;Oh, and some pictures of Maizey too... :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eaBkZS3Y2Z4/TVn4MUy6tgI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/kALRfdMR_ig/s1600/ring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eaBkZS3Y2Z4/TVn4MUy6tgI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/kALRfdMR_ig/s320/ring.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573758904472090114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P2SYBbjTvIg/TVn4MIUnI8I/AAAAAAAAAQI/WesWptMsfjQ/s1600/sucky2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P2SYBbjTvIg/TVn4MIUnI8I/AAAAAAAAAQI/WesWptMsfjQ/s320/sucky2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573758901123752898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aDEK5a95Dz4/TVn4LhrOVoI/AAAAAAAAAQA/id_o4HfTUW0/s1600/chair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aDEK5a95Dz4/TVn4LhrOVoI/AAAAAAAAAQA/id_o4HfTUW0/s320/chair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573758890749613698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ezl-ADo1Bb4/TVn4LXtAfyI/AAAAAAAAAP4/m4plHZPZJrw/s1600/sucky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ezl-ADo1Bb4/TVn4LXtAfyI/AAAAAAAAAP4/m4plHZPZJrw/s320/sucky.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573758888072740642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-8689368881679816271?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/8689368881679816271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=8689368881679816271' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/8689368881679816271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/8689368881679816271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eaBkZS3Y2Z4/TVn4MUy6tgI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/kALRfdMR_ig/s72-c/ring.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-283058285124281584</id><published>2011-02-03T15:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T15:56:03.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mamma called the doctor, the doctor said...</title><content type='html'>I was just so worried about Maizey's fussing when it comes to eating that I called the doctor. The doctor said that it's OK to just let her eat what she'll take. she eats so randomly. sometimes 1oz. sometimes 3oz. Last night she ate 5oz within 3 hours. &lt;br /&gt;The doctor also noted that her right eye is turned out a little and has suggested we monitor it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-283058285124281584?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/283058285124281584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=283058285124281584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/283058285124281584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/283058285124281584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2011/02/mamma-called-doctor-doctor-said.html' title='mamma called the doctor, the doctor said...'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-204785732070612562</id><published>2011-01-29T12:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-29T12:52:18.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>la la la la la la tonight!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/TURMjHzvIsI/AAAAAAAAAPs/RSDizUPj4ak/s1600/swing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/TURMjHzvIsI/AAAAAAAAAPs/RSDizUPj4ak/s320/swing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567659205611954882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/TURMi_4qsTI/AAAAAAAAAPk/7LcUXF0-TbQ/s1600/smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/TURMi_4qsTI/AAAAAAAAAPk/7LcUXF0-TbQ/s320/smile.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567659203485151538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/TURMikRSHNI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Z0Jomp6AacY/s1600/jeans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/TURMikRSHNI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Z0Jomp6AacY/s320/jeans.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567659196072205522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/TURMWueYTOI/AAAAAAAAAPU/K3RwZ0oJtS4/s1600/cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/TURMWueYTOI/AAAAAAAAAPU/K3RwZ0oJtS4/s320/cute.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567658992653061346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay! Tonight Mama comes home from Portugal. I am going to pick her up from the air port. Yes.. I use to be all brave and this wouldn't have even phased me in the least... but not anymore. I'm a little nervous about knowing what I'm doing. I'm sure I will figure it out though. It can't be that hard. I hope the weather is ok for driving. &lt;br /&gt;I have decided that I am not going to bring Maizey with me. Ange I am sure wants to see her right away, but it would just be too much. I don't think I am ready to drive that far with her in the back seat all by herself. I can't stand to listen to her cry, so if she got fussy, it would not be a good thing. Although, I did drive to London with her back there and she just slept. My brother has offered to babysit for me. So I will take him up on it. My mom wants to see Ange too, so this will be good. When we stop at my brothers to pick Maizey up, we can visit for a while. Her Flight is scheduled to come in at 6:45pm.&lt;br /&gt;While Maizey spent the day with her dad the other day, I went shopping across the boarder (USA). I went a little bananas on the baby clothes. But she looks darn cute. My favourite score? A tie! It is between the Giraffe outfit, and the cute jeans outfit. I absolutely LOVE me some GIRAFFE. I've always been fascinated by them. I also stopped at the mall here, and picked up a swing for her. She loves it. I was worried that she would fall asleep in there all the time but she hasn't .. she likes the mobile. so cute!&lt;br /&gt;I want to do something today.. but I don't know what. The day is going to go by way to slowly if I don't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-204785732070612562?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/204785732070612562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=204785732070612562' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/204785732070612562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/204785732070612562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2011/01/la-la-la-la-la-la-tonight.html' title='la la la la la la tonight!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/TURMjHzvIsI/AAAAAAAAAPs/RSDizUPj4ak/s72-c/swing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-5485906819021047408</id><published>2011-01-24T21:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T05:57:43.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Teething?</title><content type='html'>Ok? A little bit paranoid again... Is it possible that Maizey is teething? She is cranky, drooly (not massively but a little more than she use to), she has rosy cheeks, she is eating.. but also chewing on the bottle nipple. Oh, she also had a second bowel movement today that was more yellow and a little less thick than usual. I stuck my finger in her mouth to feel, and the only thing I could find is something sharp on the upper gums, but they are where the lateral incisors or cuspids are? that would be weird first teeth no? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh.. I cant stand being paranoid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please feel free to comment... I need advice and a sounding board. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/TT45L_qn8DI/AAAAAAAAAPM/4V2FAomJkgw/s1600/teeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/TT45L_qn8DI/AAAAAAAAAPM/4V2FAomJkgw/s320/teeth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565949067708067890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-5485906819021047408?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/5485906819021047408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=5485906819021047408' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/5485906819021047408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/5485906819021047408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2011/01/teething.html' title='Teething?'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/TT45L_qn8DI/AAAAAAAAAPM/4V2FAomJkgw/s72-c/teeth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-698742846002941962</id><published>2011-01-23T22:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T22:45:07.177-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Paranoid Mom</title><content type='html'>So, I've been so paranoid lately.  Maybe it's because I've been on my own. &lt;br /&gt;The other day maizey was so cranky and fussy all day and not finishing her 2 oz of formula... I was so worried.  I think in the end she was just a little backed up because she was more herself once she pooped. Then I was worried because she was dopey and sleepy all day mixed with a little more fussy than usual.. And she was eating like a champ!  I talked myself into relaxing and chalking up the symptoms to a growth spurt.  We were away at our friends in London so it was easier to try not to worry. Once we returned home, maizey has been in a great mood... !!! I even managed a load of laundry an cleaning the main floor ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/11/01/23/2843.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/11/01/23/s_2843.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-698742846002941962?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/698742846002941962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=698742846002941962' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/698742846002941962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/698742846002941962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2011/01/paranoid-mom.html' title='Paranoid Mom'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-2629719242806990302</id><published>2011-01-18T15:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T16:25:18.322-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/TTYFMSF2U0I/AAAAAAAAAPE/G8TGkpOprIk/s1600/xmas%2B2010%2B103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/TTYFMSF2U0I/AAAAAAAAAPE/G8TGkpOprIk/s320/xmas%2B2010%2B103.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563640098235765570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Maizey went for her 2 month doctor visit yesterday. She did well. The doctor says she is a healthy girl. He would like to see her eat more, as she only eats 2oz every 2 -3 hours. He told me to wait the full 3 hours each time and offer her 3oz. That makes for a cranky last half hour. Then, she still only eats 2oz. How do you get her to eat more?&lt;br /&gt;She also had her 2 month vaccinations. Oh she hated that! I managed to calm her down though. After that we ran out to the pharmacy to get some baby acetaminophen just in case she developed a fever. She was so groggy and dopey. Once we got home, she was sleeping with her eyes cracked open a bit. She basically slept from 4pm until 10am this morning. There was some uneventful waking for eating about every 3 hours. Definitely not her usual self. She had no fever and wasn't fussy at all. I was worried that she would sleep all day again today and then not sleep tonight, but she's been groggily awake during her usual wakeful times. &lt;br /&gt;Something the Doctor told me that I find interesting. We were all proud of ourselves that we got Maizey to her own bed in her own room by 2 months. I guess that isn't what they recommend anymore. They like for the baby to be in the parents room now. I secretly would be more comfortable with this to begin with so the news didn't upset me at all, but now, the crib needs to be taken apart and moved. I could probably do that myself, but won't. I'll wait for Angela to come home. I guess the other option is to take the bedroom doors off so the crib can fit through. Right now, I'll just sleep in her room on the double bed we have in there. &lt;br /&gt;Angela has buried her mom. She's called me each night from Portugal. I miss her so much, but lucky for me I have lots of supportive friends.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping life can get back to normal in February. It just seems every where I turn, people's lives are up-side-down. Not good. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-2629719242806990302?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/2629719242806990302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=2629719242806990302' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/2629719242806990302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/2629719242806990302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2011/01/miss-maizey-went-for-her-2-month-doctor.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/TTYFMSF2U0I/AAAAAAAAAPE/G8TGkpOprIk/s72-c/xmas%2B2010%2B103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-6543879337576609211</id><published>2011-01-13T23:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T23:36:32.479-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 more Long weeks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/TS_SFjcUbXI/AAAAAAAAAO8/aU-9wtXhVjI/s1600/IMG_0340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/TS_SFjcUbXI/AAAAAAAAAO8/aU-9wtXhVjI/s320/IMG_0340.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561895057681050994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela's mom with Maizey in the Hospital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks everyone for your thoughts and well wishes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela will be leaving tomorrow to go to Portugal. I wasn't sure in all of the confusion if Maizey and I would be going with her or not. We were invited to join the family, but in the end, I decided that I didn't want to risk taking a 7 week old baby with no vaccinations on a plane, to a whole other country. I briefly considered leaving her here with family, but that thought did not last long, as I could not bare the thought of being without her for 2 weeks. I can't even think about leaving her for one night never mind. &lt;br /&gt;Amidst the confusion of the decision making, we thought it was best to get our passports just in case. I picked them up today. It was weird. The guy at the passport office asked me if I was picking up the passport for myself. I replied to him that it was for Myself and "my daughter". I think that was the first time I said that out loud to someone who I don't know. "MY DAUGHTER". I like that. &lt;br /&gt;It will be a long two weeks as a single mother. &lt;br /&gt;On the positive side, Maizey has been sleeping better at night, and we have got her into her own crib for the most part. She sleeps well in her own room, in her crib. Last night she slept for 5.5 hrs straight through, until she woke for a bottle. She then fell back asleep for 3 hours and then another bottle, and then sleep for 2 more hours. When I went in to get her at 8:30 this morning, she smiled at me. a GREAT BIG GOOD MORNING SMILE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-6543879337576609211?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/6543879337576609211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=6543879337576609211' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/6543879337576609211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/6543879337576609211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2011/01/2-more-long-weeks.html' title='2 more Long weeks.'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/TS_SFjcUbXI/AAAAAAAAAO8/aU-9wtXhVjI/s72-c/IMG_0340.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-5640942830688446228</id><published>2011-01-07T18:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T18:59:12.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest In Peace</title><content type='html'>Angela's mom passed away early this morning. Her pain is gone. She can truely rest in peace. &lt;br /&gt;There will be visitation in Canada tomorrow and Sunday and a service on Monday. Angela and her family will then go to Portugal to take her to her final resting place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-5640942830688446228?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/5640942830688446228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=5640942830688446228' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/5640942830688446228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/5640942830688446228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2011/01/rest-in-peace.html' title='Rest In Peace'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-1654918891929460965</id><published>2011-01-06T04:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T04:58:28.414-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One day at a time</title><content type='html'>My mom made it through the surgery ok. She's been recovering in the progressive care unit.  She looks better than she has in a long time. It will take a while, but I think she will be better than ever. &lt;br /&gt;Ange's mom is hanging on. They are saying she has days left, but I imagine she will hold on longer because she is stubborn! Angela has been staying with her in the hospital. I visited two days ago, it is a very sad situation. Her mom has lots of pain, and is for the most part delerious.  &lt;br /&gt;Maizey thinks 3:30-4:00 am is a good time for a party. I do not! &lt;br /&gt;She needs to shift her time just a little and we'll be good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-1654918891929460965?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/1654918891929460965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=1654918891929460965' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/1654918891929460965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/1654918891929460965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2011/01/one-day-at-time.html' title='One day at a time'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-4917821406223734235</id><published>2011-01-03T17:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T17:09:41.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When it rains it pours</title><content type='html'>Things have become bad. Right now I'm sitting in the hospital waiting room. My mom is in surgery. They have to remove a section of her bowel. It's an emergancy. She has an obstruction and if it ruptures, she could die. The silver lining is that this surgery will cure the colitis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela's mom has been moved to paliative care. The cancer is too far progressed and their focus is to keep her comfortable and out of pain.  They have stopped treating the cancer. They are thinking she may only have days left.  &lt;br /&gt;I'll update as much as I can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-4917821406223734235?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/4917821406223734235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=4917821406223734235' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/4917821406223734235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/4917821406223734235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2011/01/when-it-rains-it-pours.html' title='When it rains it pours'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-844157027967289553</id><published>2010-12-27T00:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T21:47:49.534-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This and That...</title><content type='html'>So, Christmas wasn't traditional this year. Strange. Mom was still in the hospital, but insisted that we still go to our uncle's house for Christmas dinner. After visiting her in the hospital we did end up at my Uncle's. It was nice, but just not the same without my mom there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom has at least been diagnosed. She has Colitis. She has finally admitted that she has been experiencing symptoms for quite some time. I guess she might have had this for years, but never knew because she was a smoker. She quit in September of this year after smoking for 40 something years. I guess they say that the nicotine in the cigarettes suppresses the symptoms of Colitis. Unfortunately quitting causes symptoms to show. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom is feeling a lot better, and is responding well to the treatment. We expect that she will be out of the hospital some time this week. She hasn't held her granddaughter in over 3 weeks, and it is just killing her. As soon as she's out of the hospital we will go spend some quality time. I'm looking forward to it. My brother's family and us will have Christmas with mom once she is out of the hospital as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maizey is sleeping better, sometimes, at night. We are having her sleep in our bed with us. This is something I thought that I would never want, but it works and we all get to sleep this way, so we will just have to transition her to her own crib/bed later when she sleeps better at night. She's changed so much over the last month. She's gained almost 2 lbs. Such a sweet little girl. I feel like we are the luckiest people on earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do get paranoid about lots of things. She makes this loud "snoring" like sound when she breathes sometimes. We ended up taking her to the Emergency at the hospital one night last week after paging the midwife and having her listen to it over the phone. It sounded a lot like croup to her. After seeing the ER doc and then the pediatrician on call, we came home that night with a diagnosis of Tracheomalacia, the "snoring" sound is "stridor". We were told that it is not really anything to worry about and that it will likely go away with age. Usually disappearing by 18 months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also paranoid about her eating habits. She is still eating only 2oz every 3 hours or sometimes more than 3 hours. We don't let her go more than 5 hours without eating. Sometimes she eats less than 2oz, and that is what starts me worrying. The midwife has told us since she has gained so much weight, it is fine to let her eat by her own appetite, especially because she is peeing and pooing regularly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something we haven't really mentioned too much on this blog, is the fact that we used a known donor to conceive Maizey. We do have a legal agreement with this donor, who is a very good friend of ours. Angela and I and the donor and his husband all agreed to have Steven (the Donor) play an active role in the baby's life, as a dad, on a social level, he has given up any legal rights he has to her, and understands that Angela and I are the legal parents who will make all decisions regarding Maizey. Angela and I allowed him in the delivery room for the birth. He took the pictures for us. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/TRlMo-wxVJI/AAAAAAAAAOs/dS_U5ppO0_k/s1600/Maizey%2BBirth%2Bto%2Bone%2BMonth%2B034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/TRlMo-wxVJI/AAAAAAAAAOs/dS_U5ppO0_k/s320/Maizey%2BBirth%2Bto%2Bone%2BMonth%2B034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555555882264253586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/TRlMoXfK28I/AAAAAAAAAOk/zjN_SSS0BX0/s1600/Maizey%2BBirth%2Bto%2Bone%2BMonth%2B031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/TRlMoXfK28I/AAAAAAAAAOk/zjN_SSS0BX0/s320/Maizey%2BBirth%2Bto%2Bone%2BMonth%2B031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555555871721446338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/TRlMoPub_pI/AAAAAAAAAOc/bsEHcXMZp4M/s1600/Maizey%2BBirth%2Bto%2Bone%2BMonth%2B026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/TRlMoPub_pI/AAAAAAAAAOc/bsEHcXMZp4M/s320/Maizey%2BBirth%2Bto%2Bone%2BMonth%2B026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555555869638000274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, for the first time, I let Steven and Michael take Maizey for the day. They had some Christmas visiting to do, and well they wanted to show her off. We all survived. :) I missed her all day, but it was nice to have some time to sleep and clean the house. Angela and I also got to go on a date, and have some alone time. That was really nice too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/TRlNib-k2jI/AAAAAAAAAO0/4-TJficKMIE/s1600/Maizey%2BBirth%2Bto%2Bone%2BMonth%2B125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/TRlNib-k2jI/AAAAAAAAAO0/4-TJficKMIE/s320/Maizey%2BBirth%2Bto%2Bone%2BMonth%2B125.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555556869359327794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-844157027967289553?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/844157027967289553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=844157027967289553' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/844157027967289553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/844157027967289553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2010/12/catching-up.html' title='This and That...'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/TRlMo-wxVJI/AAAAAAAAAOs/dS_U5ppO0_k/s72-c/Maizey%2BBirth%2Bto%2Bone%2BMonth%2B034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-1163990061096518085</id><published>2010-12-24T00:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T00:50:15.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/TRQxYDL9Y3I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/dhCSEhQ7XbQ/s1600/Maizey%2BBirth%2Bto%2Bone%2BMonth%2B102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/TRQxYDL9Y3I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/dhCSEhQ7XbQ/s320/Maizey%2BBirth%2Bto%2Bone%2BMonth%2B102.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554118529696752498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-1163990061096518085?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/1163990061096518085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=1163990061096518085' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/1163990061096518085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/1163990061096518085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html' title='MERRY CHRISTMAS!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/TRQxYDL9Y3I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/dhCSEhQ7XbQ/s72-c/Maizey%2BBirth%2Bto%2Bone%2BMonth%2B102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-2365343680514975547</id><published>2010-12-16T16:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T16:15:56.841-05:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>Sorry about the lack of posts. Been busy. One baby who doesn't sleep at night.. A mom who is very sick, (my mom) and can't figure out what is wrong. Lost 20 lbs in 2 weeks kinda sick... Just went to the hospital. A mother in law who just had some spinal fractures from her cancer filled, and came out in worse shape than going in... She had 4 units of blood given cause one of her incisions won't stop bleeding... Christmas shopping! So much to do.. No time! Too much stress and worry! Not to mention I got an email from my dad who is vacationing in Thailand and my step mom is in hospital there with suspected typhoid fever! WOW! I'll Try to update soon. Sorry about the sloppy post! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-2365343680514975547?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/2365343680514975547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=2365343680514975547' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/2365343680514975547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/2365343680514975547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-5709600711750773658</id><published>2010-12-07T17:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T18:13:54.538-05:00</updated><title type='text'>boobs are a no go</title><content type='html'>So, after much heartache, Maizey is off the boob. it wasn't working. She would spend an hour at the breasts, and then gobble up 3oz of formula right after. It just seems she wasn't getting what she needed. even if we fed her 3oz of pumped milk, she would be looking for more as soon as she was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are such first time moms. everything is questions. Is she eating enough, is she sleeping too much, do we hold her too much, are we spoiling her by holding her too much, why does she wake up and cry as soon as we put her down? will we ever sleep at night again? etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she sleeps almost all day and wont settle at night. she seems to get a lot of gas at night. we try to keep her up during the day, but she wont have it. wow.. so different than i expected. not worse...just different. it is especially hard when Ange goes to work for the day. I'm just not good at living on someone else's schedule.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-5709600711750773658?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/5709600711750773658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=5709600711750773658' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/5709600711750773658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/5709600711750773658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2010/12/boobs-are-no-go.html' title='boobs are a no go'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-5143977264081512764</id><published>2010-12-07T16:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T16:05:29.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/07/2082.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/07/s_2082.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/07/2083.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/07/s_2083.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/07/2084.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/12/07/s_2084.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-5143977264081512764?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/5143977264081512764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=5143977264081512764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/5143977264081512764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/5143977264081512764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2010/12/posted-using-blogpress-from-my-iphone.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-8425481837288291555</id><published>2010-12-01T17:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T17:33:00.439-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breast Feeding</title><content type='html'>Some nights are less of a routine than others. I mean, really we've only had her for a week so i'm not expecting clock work yet.  Breast feeding is well... Going. I thought I was indifferent about bottle vs breast, turns out... I want a breast milk baby.  I've shed many a frustration tear about this as I struggle. My boobs are good boobs for this.. And a week in and I haven't given up yet, but it seems little Maizey doesn't want to work for her food. She either isn't/can't latch far enough on my nipple, or she is too lazy to suck hard enough. She's just not getting enough and simply wants to graze all day/night. We've been supplimenting with formula and now that I'm pumping, bottles of breast milk. It seems to be helping get a routine. Speaking of feeding, it's that time again... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-8425481837288291555?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/8425481837288291555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=8425481837288291555' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/8425481837288291555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/8425481837288291555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2010/12/breast-feeding.html' title='Breast Feeding'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-2338315809406609954</id><published>2010-11-29T07:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T07:59:24.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Better than the hospital!</title><content type='html'>Angela loves me :) &lt;br /&gt;She brought me this beautiful breakfast tray this morning before she left for work. Way better than the hospital!&lt;br /&gt;I love her so much! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/29/621.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/29/s_621.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-2338315809406609954?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/2338315809406609954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=2338315809406609954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/2338315809406609954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/2338315809406609954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2010/11/better-than-hospital.html' title='Better than the hospital!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-4065070839870183228</id><published>2010-11-28T17:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T17:00:18.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mellow Yellow</title><content type='html'>So we were sent back to the hospital by the midwife to have a jaundis test done.  It seems Maizey had lost more than 10% of her birth weight and was appearing yellow. &lt;br /&gt;We spent the night. Ang and I on our little cot and Maizey in her incubator under the photo therapy lights. Feeding every 3 hours 15 min per breast, then a quick diaper change and a top up of formula, it really was a good night... We seem to have a better routine going and Maizey seems to be more content. My milk is finally here, so she's getting more with the breast feeding.  I'm just waiting to get that pesky first BM out of my way! Ugh... Constipation :( &lt;br /&gt;A few poor quality iPhone pictures for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/28/2597.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/28/s_2597.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me at babies r us about 11 hours before giving birth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/28/2598.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/28/s_2598.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light therapy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/28/2599.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/28/s_2599.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby butt cracks are sooo cute lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/28/2600.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/28/s_2600.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama's first turn to feed her! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/28/2601.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/28/s_2601.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maizey is sleeping now!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-4065070839870183228?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/4065070839870183228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=4065070839870183228' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/4065070839870183228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/4065070839870183228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2010/11/mellow-yellow.html' title='Mellow Yellow'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-3076659890128988565</id><published>2010-11-26T22:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T22:14:39.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the world!</title><content type='html'>Maizey Anne Preciosa is here! (early and quickly) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to bed on Tuesday night after experiencing what I thought were either Braxton hicks contractions or just maybe some gas. I woke up to pee at 12:30am on Wednesday and thought it was strange that I was still having  these little weird cramps... Am I stupid? Just maybe.. More likely denial. So, when I woke up at 2am to pee again, and I was still having them, I woke Angela ... She decided that she was going to time them. They were average 3 min apart lasting about a min each ... We decided to page the midwife at about 230. She told me to have a bath and if they intensified... Page her again... &lt;br /&gt;OH BOY! Did they intensify? YES they sure did! &lt;br /&gt;The midwife was on her way to our house, and so was my mom! &lt;br /&gt;At 4:30 am, my water broke as the midwife arrived to the house. At that time, I was 5 cm dialated. Contractions closer together with little relief... 5 am .. 7 cm dialated. We left for the hospital. 20 min drive... 5:25 am pants off, onto the birth table and pushing while having blood work... 5:58am- Maizey is here!!!!! "she's not even ugly! She's actually beautiful!" I LOVE HER &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took the right breast for about an hour off and on, until I was whisked away to the o.r. ... Yep the O.R people!!! Little miss may be a tiny 6lbs 6oz, but she came trucking into this world traveling at speeds beyond vaginal threshold!  I was put under a general and had my parts put back together. Stiches? Too many to count.. Trauma to the bathroom bits (yes, both front and backside bits), too graphic to describe, and every bit as painful as you can bear to imagine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/26/2690.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/26/s_2690.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-3076659890128988565?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/3076659890128988565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=3076659890128988565' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/3076659890128988565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/3076659890128988565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2010/11/welcome-to-world.html' title='Welcome to the world!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-2792354788757790934</id><published>2010-11-19T14:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T14:53:24.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Goes By...</title><content type='html'>Only 2 days left of work.  I wish I had put in for earlier leave, but I will certainly enjoy the last full paycheck. Im really starting to get worried about financials, just because everything is so up in the air.  &lt;br /&gt;We had a staff meeting on Wednesday, and all my co-workers threw me a mini baby shower/party.  It was very nice.  My fireman friend made me the funnest cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/TObTbinUsSI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ziEwRHenttc/s1600/cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/TObTbinUsSI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ziEwRHenttc/s320/cake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541348861627642146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone keeps asking me if i have any feeling as to when the baby will be coming.  I really don't.  She will be here when she's here is what I keep telling them.  My body is showing signs that it is getting ready, but that doesn't mean it will be soon.  At the midwife appointment this week, we talked about what happens if I go over due.  Ugh.. that's discouraging.  LOL.  Only 10 days until the "due date" but up to 24 days until the baby is actually here! wow.  that's like a whole month. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-2792354788757790934?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/2792354788757790934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=2792354788757790934' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/2792354788757790934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/2792354788757790934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2010/11/time-goes-by.html' title='Time Goes By...'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/TObTbinUsSI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ziEwRHenttc/s72-c/cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-3961869011663761235</id><published>2010-11-10T19:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T20:09:03.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>getting closer</title><content type='html'>19 Days to the due date! I had my midwife appointment today. Everything is still right on target. All my measurements have been dead on each week. My strep b test came back negative as well so that is good. Heartbeat is good, head is engaged. A week and a couple days left of work. The time is coming. &lt;br /&gt;We had our shower on the weekend. If you know me on facebook, I have shared the album on my wall. I don't have a copy of the pictures on my computer yet, so I can't put any up on here. We got so many great things, and saw so many people I don't to see often enough. It was a great shower. I was surprisingly tired after it was over, even though it was only 2 hours long and I was weighted on hand and foot the whole time. &lt;br /&gt;I'm getting excited for her birth, and to have her here with us. But I am also getting nervous that I am going to miss her being inside there. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-3961869011663761235?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/3961869011663761235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=3961869011663761235' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/3961869011663761235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/3961869011663761235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2010/11/getting-closer.html' title='getting closer'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-929093973032865572</id><published>2010-11-02T14:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T14:18:56.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting down</title><content type='html'>Ok, only 4 weeks left. I'm getting excited!! Ange is getting excited!! Our shower is on Sunday and we are very much looking forward to it.  It will be the first time that Angela gets to meet most of my cousins on my dad's side.  We really don't get together to much so I am really happy that they have all rsvp'd yes to the shower! &lt;br /&gt;Everyone keeps asking me if I am getting nervous about the delivery.  I don't feel nervous at this point.  I guess I look at it the same way I look at most things that commonly make people nervous. "the time will come, I'll do my best to get through it, my future is unwritten ... But I'll end up coming out the other side with a new experience, one more page in my story "... Really I don't get how nervousness would help the situation any. But maybe that tune will change! Who knows. &lt;br /&gt;Just over 2 weeks of work left if I last that long. A lot of my joints are getting achy and my lady parts are really rather sore. &lt;br /&gt;I have been doing what I can when at home to make sure things are in order for little one's first days at home. &lt;br /&gt;I am anticipating the paperwork for EI and all of that. It frustrates me that I can't do it until I am finished work. I like to have anything related to money and income set up in advance. I went through a time when I was not great at managing and now I try hard to know well in advance how our financials will be organized. &lt;br /&gt;I have still got to pack my bag for the hospital, but am procrastinating. I suppose I'll do it this weekend. I hope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-929093973032865572?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/929093973032865572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=929093973032865572' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/929093973032865572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/929093973032865572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2010/11/counting-down.html' title='Counting down'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-2805522920616726659</id><published>2010-10-14T20:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T21:40:50.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for an Update</title><content type='html'>I've been sick for the last two weeks. First I got a cold that started in my nose/sinuses, then moved down to my chest. It's still lingering, and pantie liners are my best friend. Then I got some form of a flu. I was throwing up, and well... the other end too. But that seems to be going away now. I am taking tomorrow off work again just to be safe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the world of baby. Not much else going on. We seem to have got the shower figured out. A friend of ours will host a shower for my family, and the "English" speaking friends. And then after the baby is born, Angela's sister and niece will be hosting a shower for her family and the "Portuguese" speakers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is just whizzing by. 6.5 weeks left. WOW. I can remember when this was something I worried would never happen, and here it is. So exciting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela's dad was cute at Thanksgiving dinner...&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to make sure that I got the baby use to eating Portuguese food. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is still lots of movement in there. Not so much kicking but more like rolling around. It still makes me smile, and it doesn't even bother me when it wakes me up in the middle of the night. I usually have to pee anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still need a change table. It is hard to know what to buy ourselves. I mean we will be having a shower in two weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela is still working like a mad woman. I hope she can slow down a bit when the little girl is here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK.. Now I'm tired and need to lay back down for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to post more often.. but can't promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-2805522920616726659?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/2805522920616726659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=2805522920616726659' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/2805522920616726659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/2805522920616726659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2010/10/time-for-update.html' title='Time for an Update'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-132255977598481463</id><published>2010-09-27T20:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T20:29:46.912-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eeek!</title><content type='html'>Woah! 9 weeks left! Where did all that time go? I feel so not prepared! Like we aren't organized enough. I've moved into maternity pants now and they are comfortable! I love them. &lt;br /&gt;We went 3 weeks ago for an ultrasound and she still looks like a girl! &lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we see the midwives. Pretty routine I'm sure. We are up to visits every two weeks. The only thing I'm not looking forward to is doing my own strep b swabing :( &lt;br /&gt;Things are going really well with angela's family. Seems the accept just fine. I'm still welcome to their home... Just the other day angela's mom made reference to me taking good care of ange when she's sick. I think it helps that no one else in her extended family thinks anything of us being a couple. They are all fine. Even her grandmother!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-132255977598481463?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/132255977598481463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=132255977598481463' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/132255977598481463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/132255977598481463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2010/09/eeek.html' title='Eeek!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-8827700553318559574</id><published>2010-09-09T20:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T20:46:20.717-04:00</updated><title type='text'>28 weeks</title><content type='html'>I had one last ultra sound today because on the last one they couldn't get a good view of hands, feet, spine and heart... today.. we saw it all. And she is definitely a girl.&lt;br /&gt;We're having a bit of a baby shower dilemma.. we have 60 people + who we would like to invite. But this is rather large for a baby shower is it not?&lt;br /&gt;I guess we could have 3 different showers and do one for Angela's family, one for my family and then one for friends. Oh I just don't know. We have plenty of people who are willing to throw the shower. I just don't know what to do. We will be having the shower before the baby arrives as doing it after would put us too close to Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;Does anyone with experience have any advise?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-8827700553318559574?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/8827700553318559574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=8827700553318559574' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/8827700553318559574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/8827700553318559574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2010/09/28-weeks.html' title='28 weeks'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-398503515520361141</id><published>2010-08-25T20:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T20:10:13.635-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wiggle wiggle</title><content type='html'>Here I am... 26 weeks.  I guess time has just flown by.  I can remember thinking about how far away this would be.  Now, here it is.  She is wiggling around like crazy in ther most of the time now.  Of course, any time I want her to, so that people who want to can feel her, she is absolutely still.  LOL.  Last week she put on quite the show for Angela and I both ... for a long time.  It makes me giggle still to feel her moving around, so Angela always knows when she is kicking, cause I randomly giggle. &lt;br /&gt;I love it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-398503515520361141?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/398503515520361141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=398503515520361141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/398503515520361141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/398503515520361141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2010/08/wiggle-wiggle.html' title='wiggle wiggle'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-4773307319832939507</id><published>2010-08-16T20:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T20:42:48.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'>back from camping</title><content type='html'>We got back from our camping trip last night at around 11pm. EXHAUSTED! it was a great time, but we wish we could have gone for longer. The weather held out for us with only a few sprinkles on Saturday evening, mostly after we were in the tent for the night. Good thing we put that tarp up! lol.. Ang and I had a disagreement about how the tarp should be put up, so I left it to her, and in the end, it turned out ok... worst thing is, we would have been fine without it at all. &lt;br /&gt;There was a bear in the campground again this year.. apparently it was spotted at 1:30am about 150 m from our tent. We didn't hear it or see it though. Because there wasn't much time and the weather was threatening to rain, we had a hard time deciding how to spend our time. We would have gone hiking and all that had we had more time there. Michael and I did go for a swim in the lake. It was so nice.. i loved it. &lt;br /&gt;Most of the time was spent around the fire, just talking and playing stupid games, joking and telling stories. It was very relaxing. Two nights is worth it, but I wouldn't do just one. Not that far away anyway. Maybe one night stop over somewhere, and with the guarantee that it wasn't going to rain, and we would only use just the tent... it's just so much gear with everything, for a one night trip i would feel as though I took everything out and then put it away again... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 Weeks pregnant today. Little baby is making lots of movements in there. Sometimes i can see my whole belly move but not often. Angela has yet to really feel her moving in there, but we're hoping soon. I am scheduled for another ultrasound on September 9. There wasn't a good view of hands, feet, heart and spine in the last one (I guess not of the sex organs either), so we have been offered one more. My one cousin died a couple months after her birth because of a heart defect, so we have accepted the offer for the third with hopes of seeing the heart better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have pretty much used all of my vacation time up for this year... but that's ok, there is only really 3 months until I get my year off for Mat leave. I haven't quite decided yet when to go off. I am dreading all the paperwork that comes along with Mat leave. I have always hated filling out forms etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. well.. that's the update for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-4773307319832939507?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/4773307319832939507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=4773307319832939507' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/4773307319832939507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/4773307319832939507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2010/08/back-from-camping.html' title='back from camping'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-1487992848534549084</id><published>2010-08-03T17:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T18:03:21.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>long overdue</title><content type='html'>i guess i have just been in a slump lately. I've been neglecting so many things. Blogging happens to be one of them. Well today is the last of 5 days off for me. I think I have finally got things going again. I did clean the basement, main floor and then the upstairs. Could it be "nesting" already at only 23 weeks? What ever it is, i am sure Angela appreciates it. Although she is constantly telling me to take it easy. She has been working 60+ hour weeks that last while and I don't expect her to do any house work... the thing is... I have been lazy and not doing it either. I think before yesterday the last time we really cleaned the house was at least a month ago. I mean sure, there has been minimal tidying but no actual cleaning. This week changed. Not only did I clean, but i CLEANED OUT. I actually parted with some precious items that have been in the basement for years in boxes not being used. It is kind of funny the crap we keep but will never need, use, search for, or want. I feel good. Fresh. I am finishing up the last few loads of laundry and then, I will be done. I am actually even cooking a real dinner tonight. Not really a "summer time" meal, but it is one of Angela's favourites. Roast beef, with mashed potato and broccoli. She deserves a nice home cooked meal. Not just pre-made crap that has been re-cooked in the oven. &lt;br /&gt;I have noticed one thing about all this hard work. Every single time I spend time working on something physical, my back gets completely painful and stiff. Not enjoyable, but again, not debilitating either, I have never had a great back, it always "goes out" (whatever that really means) on me. But never this frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Update on the Angela's parents situation:&lt;br /&gt;We went on the weekend to our nephew Lucas' birthday party at Angela's sister's house. Mom and pop where there. I won't deny that I was a little nervous about seeing them, but it went fine. I was acknowledged and they were even polite to me. It really wasn't any different than before. I honestly think they just need some time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23 weeks pregnant now. I haven't yet gained any weight. The midwives say that is perfectly alright as I am overweight to begin with. I am going in a week for my 24 week visit. Can't wait to hear her little heart beat again. Although I am feeling better about things now that I feel her consistently moving about in there. She really doesn't like when I have a full bladder!! lol. &lt;br /&gt;Angela is excited to feel her move too, but just can't yet. I anticipate it will be in the next couple weeks that she will begin to be able to feel the little movements. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela and I have a weekend camping trip in a couple of weeks. Our friend Michael is coming with us as well. We are going to Algonquin Park, which was always one of my favourite places to go when I was a child. My dad took my brothers and I pretty much every year until I was 12 or 13 and stopped wanting to go. It is hard to get a site reserved in Algonquin because it books up so quickly, But I managed to squeeze in a weekend at Pog Lake, when I looked for a site 4 weeks ago, there were only two available for the weekend we were looking for. We are thinking it might be something we want to do with little baby girl every summer, just as a tradition for her. Our friends Darla and Murray have a family cottage near to the park, and this year we happen to be going the same weekend, so we will probably meet up with them at the park and their kids can swim at the beach etc. (Their cottage is not directly on the water). &lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to everything. Including my 2 day work week this week ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-1487992848534549084?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/1487992848534549084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=1487992848534549084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/1487992848534549084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/1487992848534549084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2010/08/long-overdue.html' title='long overdue'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-448298534220112270</id><published>2010-07-24T17:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T17:11:02.492-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm at Lilith in Toronto.</title><content type='html'>Yay... It seems to have stopped raining!! We're waiting for the big show to start!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/24/1946.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/24/s_1946.jpg' border='0' width='280' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-448298534220112270?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/448298534220112270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=448298534220112270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/448298534220112270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/448298534220112270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-at-lilith-in-toronto.html' title='I&amp;#39;m at Lilith in Toronto.'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-4796276971428925413</id><published>2010-07-15T16:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T16:50:42.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Week Ultrasound</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/TD90iXTtYzI/AAAAAAAAAN4/UHLgFX24DKU/s1600/ultrasound.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/TD90iXTtYzI/AAAAAAAAAN4/UHLgFX24DKU/s320/ultrasound.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494238204136350514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for my 20 week ultrasound this week.  Angela got to come with me. It was so amazing to get to see that tiny little person in there moving around. IT was even moving its mouth and tongue.  So cute. &lt;br /&gt;The tech wouldn't tell us the sex of the baby, and said our midwife would.  Well Angela got the news from the midwife.  They can't say for 100% certainty, because I guess the picture wasn't very clear.  The person who wrote the report to the midwife says...... IT's A GIRL? lol.. &lt;br /&gt;We aren't going to paint anything pink yet! &lt;br /&gt;Here she is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-4796276971428925413?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/4796276971428925413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=4796276971428925413' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/4796276971428925413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/4796276971428925413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2010/07/20-week-ultrasound.html' title='20 Week Ultrasound'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/TD90iXTtYzI/AAAAAAAAAN4/UHLgFX24DKU/s72-c/ultrasound.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-7990960035722425641</id><published>2010-07-11T20:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T01:20:34.364-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Omg</title><content type='html'>Elton John is here at Lady Gaga Toronto !!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-7990960035722425641?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/7990960035722425641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=7990960035722425641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/7990960035722425641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/7990960035722425641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2010/07/omg.html' title='Omg'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-7341907762632567413</id><published>2010-07-11T17:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T18:01:16.448-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last minute Gaga</title><content type='html'>Yay!! &lt;br /&gt;I Managed to &lt;br /&gt;Get last minute lady gaga tickets for Toronto tonight. &lt;br /&gt;I suprised Angela with them!!! I had a friend brag to her that she is going to Gaga tonight. Angela was sooo jealous cause she LOVES Lady Gaga. So I suprised her and said "don't be too jealous, we've got tickets too" !!!! She was so stunned!!! So we're here now having dinner before the concert starts!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/11/2178.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/11/s_2178.jpg' border='0' width='280' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are our friends Darla and Murray &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/11/2179.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/07/11/s_2179.jpg' border='0' width='280' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-7341907762632567413?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/7341907762632567413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=7341907762632567413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/7341907762632567413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/7341907762632567413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2010/07/last-minute-gaga.html' title='Last minute Gaga'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-252679846340798072</id><published>2010-07-08T16:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T16:58:26.975-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update ...</title><content type='html'>So, Angela went to her mom and dad's for the family dinner. Mom proceeded to act as though nothing had been said the previous day. &lt;br /&gt;Weird thing... Before Angela shared our news with them, there was talk of them moving to our city and purchasing a home here. We were going to share this home as her parents are unable to do things such as yardwork and also need help with a lot of things due to their illnesses and dissabilities. For example when mom is sick and hospitalized, dad does not know how to do laundry etc. So if they were to live in an inlaw suite where we lived we could do all of these tasks, while benefiting from a nicer home in a better neighbourhood. We would also pay the mortgage payment while they pay utilities only thus saving them money as dad is no longer able to work due to his poor knees. Well the talk was that they would come this Sunday to have a look to see the luxeries their budget could afford them here. I guess that talk continued last night (after I was banned from their home) and mom was rather upset with dad for inviting cousins over on Sunday as she wanted to look at homes. ???? Does she realize that me and our child will be living there too? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-252679846340798072?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/252679846340798072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=252679846340798072' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/252679846340798072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/252679846340798072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2010/07/update.html' title='Update ...'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-6428210485040558723</id><published>2010-07-07T13:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T15:41:52.741-04:00</updated><title type='text'>UGH!!</title><content type='html'>So, Angela told her very european parents last night about the baby.  She basically told them that I am pregnant.  (Her mom knew I had been pregnant before but lost the baby, at that time they established that I had no boyfriend and had been "injected" to become pregnant).  The mom asked if I had been injected again, and Angela told them that there were no doctors and that I had done it with the help of a male friend.  Her mom, so funny, said.. "oh she put the syringe in her vagina?".  Lol.. Now that they got the technicalities down, Ang went on to further tell them that she was going to be adopting the baby, and that she would be known as one of the mom's. They, said that was nice, but there is nothing like having a biological child, and Angela explained that is not something she desired at this time.  She told them about the possibility of naming a boy after her father and he was excited about that.  Her mom wanted her to name it after her father (Angela's grandfather).  They went on to talk about how these were different times now, and how it's Angela's life to do what she wishes.  Ok.. smooth sailing.  WAY better than expected. She decided at that moment to tell them also, that things would just be much easier if she got married. Ok.. in comes the storm. &lt;br /&gt;Mom said "married to who?"&lt;br /&gt;Angela "Karen"&lt;br /&gt;Mom "if you do, you will no longer be my daughter.. thats not right etc etc...."&lt;br /&gt;Angela "mom, you are ok about all the baby stuff but not a marriage? what is the difference, what does that change?"&lt;br /&gt;Mom "(no answer)"&lt;br /&gt;Angela leaves the house to give her parents time to think about things... Dad follows Angela out and tells her&lt;br /&gt;"you shouldn't have told her that, you should have just gone and got married in secret and not told us". &lt;br /&gt;Angela explains how she was raised to be honest with her parents and this is her life and she didn't want to hide it from them anymore.  And that had she gone and got married and not told them, they would be mad at her, and if she told them, they're mad at her.. so she can't win.&lt;br /&gt;Dad Agrees. &lt;br /&gt;Angela gets some wild crazy texts from her older sister. &lt;br /&gt;Her sister thinks that mom's health is more important that this information and that Angela shouldn't have told her this. &lt;br /&gt;The sister says she will accept that Angela and I are in a relationship, but that she will never recognise or respect us as a "married" couple. &lt;br /&gt;Oh the Drama.  &lt;br /&gt;I'll keep you updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****updated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela has a family dinner tonight so she called her mom to make sure she is still welcome. She is... But I am no longer welcome at their house. This has made me more sad than I ever thought it would. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-6428210485040558723?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/6428210485040558723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=6428210485040558723' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/6428210485040558723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/6428210485040558723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2010/07/ugh.html' title='UGH!!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-4962468259644696730</id><published>2010-07-07T11:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T13:51:42.674-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Felt The Pippy Move...</title><content type='html'>"The Pippy"... Just made that up now.. short for pip-squeek. For the last couple of days, I have been feeling The Pippy move. Just tiny little pings of a flutter.  So exciting and makes me smile every time.  I can now feel my hard uterus just below my belly button.  I have only lost weight since the conception, but have a feeling that will change very soon.  My pants are definately tighter, but I don't yet have to wear any maternity things.  Soon, I suspect.  &lt;br /&gt;6 days until we find out if The Pippy is a boy or a girl. :) We have now decided (I think) upon names but there are still 20 weeks and 5 days left until the EDD, so we shall see if those are real decisions or not.  We aren't sharing the names until birth. (except with the doner and his partner, and our closest friends)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-4962468259644696730?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/4962468259644696730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=4962468259644696730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/4962468259644696730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/4962468259644696730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2010/07/felt-pippy-move.html' title='Felt The Pippy Move...'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-7838968587561189405</id><published>2010-07-05T15:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T15:29:54.439-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful for honest people</title><content type='html'>After our trip to the cottage, Angela and I headed down to London Ontario to visit our good friends for the weekend. On Sunday we decided to go out for lunch. Angela brought the camera. While getting into the car, she got distracted. She placed the camera atop the car. And left it there. It wasn't until hours later that she realized what she had done. She searched the neighbourhood for the camera but couldn't find it. We were convinced that the camera was gone forever.  Our good friends went out into the neighbourhood and posted "lost camera" posters.  I was sure we'd never get our camera so I asked them to ask that if someone found it that they would at least leave the memory card in their mail box so we could at least have our pictures. &lt;br /&gt;This morning I received a call from our good friend... Someone found the camera and will return it to them this evening!!!! The whole thing! I have new faith in humanity today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-7838968587561189405?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/7838968587561189405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=7838968587561189405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/7838968587561189405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/7838968587561189405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2010/07/thankful-for-honest-people.html' title='Thankful for honest people'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-9000257578507816573</id><published>2010-06-29T20:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T20:09:55.991-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Service sucks here...</title><content type='html'>As suspected there is not much service for the phone up here... Just thought I'd post a quick pic of my view right now. &lt;br /&gt;Oh lucky for me misquito's don't like my blood :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/06/29/2019.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/06/29/s_2019.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-9000257578507816573?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/9000257578507816573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=9000257578507816573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/9000257578507816573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/9000257578507816573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2010/06/service-sucks-here.html' title='Service sucks here...'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-2581054883778738372</id><published>2010-06-23T08:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T08:54:46.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 More Days</title><content type='html'>Yep that's right, only two more days until we leave for the week long vacation. I am so looking forward to it. Today is my last day at work and then I have just about two whole weeks off. I've learned that I should take time off after my "vacation" just for that extra time to relax and not have to rush right into work. &lt;br /&gt;I finally emailed my dad and told him about the baby. I told him on Father's day. He took the news much better than I expected. He congratulated us, and also said it is a BIG surprise! lol. &lt;br /&gt;He should be moving back to Canada in 2013. Now, if he will come back to Ontario, or go to Alberta is another question. My younger (1/2) brother lives in Alberta. &lt;br /&gt;I am actually kind of excited to have him come back. He is planning to design and build an airplane when he is back. I think that is the funnest thing, and look forward to it. &lt;br /&gt;Still haven't felt any baby movement yet, but am not to worried. I know I will soon. It is only 17 weeks after all. &lt;br /&gt;Did I mention we get our ultrasound on July 13. That's not far off at all. We still haven't 100% decided to find out the gender or not, but I am thinking we will. We are heavily leaning to that side of things. In all perfect world, we would find out and keep it to ourselves, but we both know that won't happen LOL. &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's the update for now. I probably won't have time to update again until the vacation if I get cell phone service up there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-2581054883778738372?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/2581054883778738372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=2581054883778738372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/2581054883778738372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/2581054883778738372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2010/06/2-more-days.html' title='2 More Days'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-875934906192571649</id><published>2010-06-14T11:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T11:48:02.632-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice weekend</title><content type='html'>Friday, I spent the day with my good friend Joanna and her son Aiden. We had a fantastic time. We went to see my mom at work to show off Aiden to her (he's 8 months). Everyone there just loved him. After that, we went to the local petting zoo. Aiden loved the goats and was affraid of the cow. Just recently there was a horrible occurance at the zoo. Some people broke in and shot some of the bunnies and chickens with a pellet gun and stole a baby goat. How sick? &lt;br /&gt;Friday night Nona babysat little Aiden and Ang, Jo and I went to niagara falls tourist strip to watch the weekly fire works display. We missed about half cause we were eating dinner. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/06/14/850.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/06/14/s_850.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/06/14/852.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/06/14/s_852.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/06/14/853.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/06/14/s_853.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-875934906192571649?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/875934906192571649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=875934906192571649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/875934906192571649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/875934906192571649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2010/06/nice-weekend.html' title='Nice weekend'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-7406572573564545271</id><published>2010-06-09T19:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T19:36:08.444-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two weeks to go</title><content type='html'>Ahhhh..... Two weeks until my vacation ... Actually 10 working days... Then it's off to the cottage!! Yay!! &lt;br /&gt;I can't wait. I have to admit I will miss having a nice cold beer by the lake. Seems like everywhere I look there is a cold beer staring me in the face. &lt;br /&gt;15 weeks this week! Seems like time is going by slowely. I'm still not sure if we will find out if it's a boy or girl. I'm leaning more toward finding out this time. Although not knowing would be kind of fun too. &lt;br /&gt;We don't even have a cute little Nick name for it while it's in there.&lt;br /&gt;I suppose that in the next 5 weeks, I'll start to feel it moving. How will I know??  What will it feel like? I've heard everything from "butterflies" to "waves". Oh.. So much to experience still. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-7406572573564545271?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/7406572573564545271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=7406572573564545271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/7406572573564545271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/7406572573564545271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2010/06/two-weeks-to-go.html' title='Two weeks to go'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-650061890176126882</id><published>2010-05-28T07:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T07:53:33.664-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a boring life these days...</title><content type='html'>Nothing much has been going on these days.  Ange has been training 35 hours a week for her new job for the last 2 weeks, as well as working close to 35 hours a week at her old job. Needless to say, I haven't seen her for almost two weeks.  She doesn't even get this weekend off. I am off all weekend and looking forward to it.  It's been a short week for me but I still feel ready for a break.  We have a wedding to go to on Saturday, so at least we'll be able to spend some time together there.&lt;br /&gt;The weather here has been gorgeous... All hot and humid, and I love it.  I never had a/c growing up so now I don't usually feel like I need it. I do admit that there are few occasions that I can't get comfortable in the heat and think an a/c unit would be nice, but most of the time I can survive nicely. I am so hoping for a nice hot humid summer this year. &lt;br /&gt;Although the extra pay from Ange working two jobs so hardcore is nice, I still miss her and would rather spend more time together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-650061890176126882?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/650061890176126882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=650061890176126882' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/650061890176126882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/650061890176126882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2010/05/it-boring-life-these-days.html' title='It&amp;#39;s a boring life these days...'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-3524551602625831815</id><published>2010-05-19T20:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T20:19:04.061-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Midwives</title><content type='html'>I had my first appointment with the midwife today. It couldn't have come sooner for me. Sunday morning I had some light pink and brown spotting and it continued to this morning. It seems to have subsided now.  The midwife says that it is fairly normal especially if it is only when wiping as well as after being intimate with your partner.  She did the usual intake things and used the Doppler to try to find the heart beat. She couldn't find it. She asked the adminitrator to see if we could bump up my ultrasound to help put my mind at ease. Oh, they bumped it up alright and sent me over right away. How awesome is that? So I went to the ultrasound lab and they took me right in.  The first thing the sonographer said was " baby's moving around" I had to clarify. I was so relieved. It's got a good heart beat and was really wiggling around in there.  Later the midwives called to say that baby is developing normally. &lt;br /&gt;Here he or she is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/19/1663.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/19/s_1663.jpg' border='0' width='204' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-3524551602625831815?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/3524551602625831815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=3524551602625831815' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/3524551602625831815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/3524551602625831815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2010/05/midwives.html' title='Midwives'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-4318665856478214255</id><published>2010-05-10T16:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T16:43:43.098-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1 year ago.</title><content type='html'>1 year ago today I lost my first little angel. I've been thinking about it all weekend. I carried her with me for 11 weeks and 1 day. Tomorrow marks 11 weeks 1 day with my new miracle. &lt;br /&gt;It's hard to fully grasp that someone is in there growing. I mean peeing on a stick 9 weeks ago seems like so little proof of a real little baby growing. &lt;br /&gt;I go for my intake appointment with the midwives next week. I don't know if they'll try to hear a heart beat or not. Ultrasound is on may 25. Two weeks tomorrow.  I don't know if Angela will be able to come to that or not. It will be during her two week training period at her new job. She's unsure if they'll let her get away or not. If not my mom will come with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-4318665856478214255?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/4318665856478214255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=4318665856478214255' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/4318665856478214255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/4318665856478214255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2010/05/1-year-ago.html' title='1 year ago.'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-7657755336655851347</id><published>2010-05-06T15:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T15:53:09.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny how some things matter...</title><content type='html'>So, it's my Birthday today. I'm 33. Not in the least embarassed or whatever to admit it. Honestly, my birthday this year isn't important to me. I haven't really even given it a second thought.  Well, I got a birthday email from my dad. He never remembers my birthday. It made me smile. It made my day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-7657755336655851347?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/7657755336655851347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=7657755336655851347' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/7657755336655851347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/7657755336655851347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2010/05/funny-how-some-things-matter.html' title='Funny how some things matter...'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-4215749304452332984</id><published>2010-05-04T18:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T18:07:10.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbows</title><content type='html'>Today has been a weird sort of day. I woke up to the sound of Angela paniking. She came flying from the bathroom, back into the bedroom, exclaiming "I can't go to work today, I have to go to the doctor or to the hospital!!" I jumped out of bed and put my glasses on, as she continued "come see this... It's disgusting!, but you have to see it." honestly I was thinking she had worms or had passed blood from her rectum. Nope! She had a small tick nesting on her ear. It was kind of freaky.  We went to the doctor and he removed it. Drama over. &lt;br /&gt;I then came to work. Been here for two and a half hours now but I just have no energy to do anything. I feel like I haven't eaten or slept in 4 days. I have done both of course. Sleeping isn't going so well but I do get some. &lt;br /&gt;During dinner tonight we looked out the window to find this: (it's a rainbow if you can't see it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/04/1396.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/05/04/s_1396.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-4215749304452332984?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/4215749304452332984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=4215749304452332984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/4215749304452332984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/4215749304452332984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2010/05/rainbows.html' title='Rainbows'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-1692306550188737640</id><published>2010-04-30T22:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T22:49:03.185-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy week</title><content type='html'>I feel like I've had a busy week. Only now I can't even think of what I've done. &lt;br /&gt;Tuesday we took the dogs for a walk at a local conservation area.  Bennie picked up a tick and we saw a snake. &lt;br /&gt;We then took Bennie for a haircut. He must be allergic to the  soap that the groomer uses because he's all itchy now.  He's prone to allergies, so we have a doggie allergy pill for him. It seems to be helping. &lt;br /&gt;We spent the evening tonight cleaning the house and doing all the laundry we can find in the house.  Even the dog bedding. Now, I'm so tired I feel like I could sleep for months.  Can't go to bed yet though, I have at least 3 more loads of laundry. Yuck. Here is a picture from the walk Tuesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/04/30/1768.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/04/30/s_1768.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-1692306550188737640?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/1692306550188737640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=1692306550188737640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/1692306550188737640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/1692306550188737640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2010/04/busy-week.html' title='Busy week'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5534254560726377943.post-597431185836298931</id><published>2010-04-21T20:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T20:31:09.314-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged by Lesbians make a baby!</title><content type='html'>Using only one word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hair: Brown&lt;br /&gt;Your Mother: admirable&lt;br /&gt;Your Father: Absent&lt;br /&gt;Fav Food: changes&lt;br /&gt;Dream Last Night: Snakes&lt;br /&gt;Fav Drink: Soda&lt;br /&gt;What room are you in?: Living&lt;br /&gt;Hobby: Camping&lt;br /&gt;Fear: Snakes&lt;br /&gt;Where were you last night?: home&lt;br /&gt;Something that you aren’t: Thin&lt;br /&gt;Muffins: Orange &lt;br /&gt;Wish List Item: Money&lt;br /&gt;Where you grew up: Niagara&lt;br /&gt;What you are wearing: undies&lt;br /&gt;Your Pet: Three&lt;br /&gt;Friends: Cherished&lt;br /&gt;Something you’re not wearing: make-up&lt;br /&gt;Fav Store: avondale&lt;br /&gt;Fav Color: Red&lt;br /&gt;Last time you laughed: Hard&lt;br /&gt;Your Best Friend: Love&lt;br /&gt;Best Place you go over and over: Bugsy's&lt;br /&gt;Person who you email regularly: Mom&lt;br /&gt;Fav Place to Eat: Bugsy's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5534254560726377943-597431185836298931?l=1smallapartment.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/feeds/597431185836298931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5534254560726377943&amp;postID=597431185836298931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/597431185836298931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5534254560726377943/posts/default/597431185836298931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1smallapartment.blogspot.com/2010/04/tagged-by-lesbians-make-baby.html' title='Tagged by Lesbians make a baby!'/><author><name>Karen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14557711442554697274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HSkYiKsL_Ug/SIp5SnErp3I/AAAAAAAAADs/0rgqNgCs5PA/S220/IMG_1463_(Medium).JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
