<?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-7858529631000748304</id><updated>2012-02-20T06:32:31.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Road to Parenthood</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Pacheco's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561776677820110790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/SW64MSSbWDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rIQEj-QNMvU/S220/karlanMark.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>150</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858529631000748304.post-621609748430518072</id><published>2012-01-30T15:50:00.067-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T17:36:51.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Sweet Myla's Berry 1st Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Happy 1st Birthday to our Sweet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Myla&lt;/span&gt; Faith! I can't believe how quickly her first year went by, she is an amazing girl, so spunky and sassy and she is only ONE! She loves to make us smile, she loves to give us kisses with her mouth wide open and then licks our cheeks with her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tongue&lt;/span&gt;! She loves wrestling with her big brother, and she loves to cuddle and nap on the floor with our Yorkie Eddie. She loves Banana's, string cheese, chocolate goldfish, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Popsicles&lt;/span&gt;, bread with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Nutella&lt;/span&gt; and drinking water straight from a water bottle. The only two words she can say clearly are "Eddie" and "Thank You". She loves to play outside at any given hour. She is already a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; girl and insists on wearing shoes even if we are just hanging out in our living room playing. Her favorite outfit is a diaper, shoes, and Mommy's key &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lanyard&lt;/span&gt;, that she uses as a necklace. She sleeps through the night perfectly, goes down at 8:30 pm and sleeps until 8:00 am most mornings. She does not fuss when she wakes up she just chills in her crib talking to herself or sucking on her fingers. She loves to carry her baby everywhere. She loves to carry a purse and stuffs everything and anything she finds, she has recently started stealing mommy's wallet and taking the credit cards out and putting them into her purse. She can push around her shopping cart ALL DAY. She LOVES, but I mean LOVES to Shower... that is right, shower, not a bath! As soon as she sees the shower going she will try to take off whatever she is wearing, rip off her diaper and insist she shower too, if she does not get a shower she will have a fit! She is the best pouter I have ever seen and quickly learned to lay on the floor. She loves her Daddy and runs to the door as soon as she hears the doorknob turning when he comes home from work. She loves to eat dirt, and loves to play with her brother's Hot Wheels. She is such a daredevil and has absolutely NO FEAR! She is a perfect fit for our family and we are so incredibly blessed to have her to love and adore. I look forward to many more wonderful, challenging years with her as she already is testing the limits ;) We love you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Myla&lt;/span&gt; Faith. Happy 1st Birthday, and Daddy, Brother and I can't wait to see what your second year has in store for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now onto her party... It took me about 3 weeks to fully plan and get everything ready, granted I did not work 24/7. I only got to do plan for it once the kids where in bed so I would say a total of 10 hours to do everything. I did however have her theme picked out since she was born, as my first birthday was Strawberry Shortcake and decided it would be cute for her's to be that as well. I didn't what it to be too focused around Strawberry Shortcake herself so I focused more on actual strawberries and a color scheme of pink, hot pink, lime green and red. I think it turned out fabulous. :) Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Entry Table... Her 1st Birthday Picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6qtO6myjSV0/Tyco3pDwKlI/AAAAAAAAFLc/BKSafVvbEi4/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6qtO6myjSV0/Tyco3pDwKlI/AAAAAAAAFLc/BKSafVvbEi4/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703572389467531858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Strawberry Malt Balls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FYwzc-SV7QQ/TycoxWe9z9I/AAAAAAAAFLQ/dg0mjp7Eo_g/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FYwzc-SV7QQ/TycoxWe9z9I/AAAAAAAAFLQ/dg0mjp7Eo_g/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703572281402183634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Marshmallow Strawberries filled with Chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cm__eW7U3WM/TycotDeelyI/AAAAAAAAFLE/Mu0valW_n9U/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cm__eW7U3WM/TycotDeelyI/AAAAAAAAFLE/Mu0valW_n9U/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703572207580387106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Jumbo Marshmallows covered in Strawberry Chocolate and Sprinkles... The labels I made myself on Publisher. There were different ones, some had Strawberry Shortcake, some just had a big M for Myla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H0QKAXP1TGk/Tycon97CymI/AAAAAAAAFK0/Zq-HEQGUgQs/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H0QKAXP1TGk/Tycon97CymI/AAAAAAAAFK0/Zq-HEQGUgQs/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703572120190241378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These are Chocolate Strawberries that took forever to make! :) Thank you so much to my AMAZING Hubby for helping me out with them. I only had one mold and could only make one at a time, and each one averaged about 15 minutes before it was done, so it was very time consuming. We made 50 of them! (You can do the math) ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3K7C8iSk0JU/Tycoh3llAUI/AAAAAAAAFKo/Fx3C8Y4Uqso/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3K7C8iSk0JU/Tycoh3llAUI/AAAAAAAAFKo/Fx3C8Y4Uqso/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703572015410381122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Strawberry Gummy's on the entry coffee table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--6aNHT35mVE/TycoZJ0JmXI/AAAAAAAAFKc/CjHIKiTBWcM/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--6aNHT35mVE/TycoZJ0JmXI/AAAAAAAAFKc/CjHIKiTBWcM/s320/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703571865684515186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More Strawberry Malt Balls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8GAZn3b6I2s/TycoTVNyr2I/AAAAAAAAFKQ/jWhTG495yug/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8GAZn3b6I2s/TycoTVNyr2I/AAAAAAAAFKQ/jWhTG495yug/s320/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703571765665640290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kisses (Good Thing Valentines day is just around the corner, finding pink and red candy was EASY)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QPomPLroWYY/TycoOvF6y6I/AAAAAAAAFKE/0um2PR84L5w/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QPomPLroWYY/TycoOvF6y6I/AAAAAAAAFKE/0um2PR84L5w/s320/8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703571686712593314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aren't these adorable??? And super easy to make, tissue paper, floral wire, some scissors and string or ribbon... You can find instructions on how to make them on YouTube, each one takes about 7-10 minutes to make and they simply look adorable. I was able to make 2 out of one package of tissue paper, I already had ribbon and wire, total cost 50 cents per ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4ukDNpcf4Iw/TycoHas-LJI/AAAAAAAAFJ4/kUmncM6V9vo/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4ukDNpcf4Iw/TycoHas-LJI/AAAAAAAAFJ4/kUmncM6V9vo/s320/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703571560980163730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The party favors... Red = Girls, Green = Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lxN94ae9ZLU/TycoCk-pmLI/AAAAAAAAFJs/Ej6k5PHwLlQ/s1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lxN94ae9ZLU/TycoCk-pmLI/AAAAAAAAFJs/Ej6k5PHwLlQ/s320/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703571477839321266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Everyone got Strawberry Bubbles, Strawberry Applesauce, and Strawberry Wafers, then the girls got an apron made by my AWESOME Momma, and the boys got a Strawberry scented bouncy ball! We got the buckets on clearance after Christmas for 4 for $1.00!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wbe0q3ksEls/Tycn7k-YvJI/AAAAAAAAFJg/CCKqscg39Nk/s1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wbe0q3ksEls/Tycn7k-YvJI/AAAAAAAAFJg/CCKqscg39Nk/s320/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703571357579132050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Apron's my Momma made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qY9K-6zSLl8/Tycnyn4KlFI/AAAAAAAAFJU/N-52tBBs1K8/s1600/IMG_5422water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qY9K-6zSLl8/Tycnyn4KlFI/AAAAAAAAFJU/N-52tBBs1K8/s320/IMG_5422water.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703571203739522130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I rolled them up and secured them together with a hair tie I got from the dollar store as well, 8 hair ties for a $1.00 so I only needed to by two packs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g8u8gL8eQqM/TycnsAudwgI/AAAAAAAAFJI/rMBbD7pULgE/s1600/IMG_5435water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g8u8gL8eQqM/TycnsAudwgI/AAAAAAAAFJI/rMBbD7pULgE/s320/IMG_5435water.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703571090150638082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Please note... I DID NOT TAKE THIS PICTURE OF THE BUBBLES... I saved it to my computer from another blog, but these are the same bubbles each of the kids got, I just forgot to take a picture of them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O6CJyXtKYBU/TycnjECNGCI/AAAAAAAAFI8/9Wf9fAOcxOE/s1600/favors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O6CJyXtKYBU/TycnjECNGCI/AAAAAAAAFI8/9Wf9fAOcxOE/s320/favors.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703570936419915810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Her one year Banner... I have been doing this since Eli was born, I use Picky Sticky to buy the Monthly Stickers, you just put them on a onsie and snap away! This is so special to me because I have been able to document their first year (and second now) by taking a monthly picture, it is amazing to see how quickly they change the first year of life! I printed each monthly picture as a 5x7 and pasted them onto paper strawberry's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OeHI44tnVEI/TycnezSnF4I/AAAAAAAAFIw/f9EaFKo13Ew/s1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OeHI44tnVEI/TycnezSnF4I/AAAAAAAAFIw/f9EaFKo13Ew/s320/12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703570863205848962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Her Table, I also bought those strawberry balloons in March of LAST YEAR! :) Yup, I saw them at our grocery store, they were using them as a display in their produce department to advertise strawberries, I spoke to the manager and they gave me four :) and all we had to do was go back almost a year later to fill them up :) BTW, those presents you see there, were only from her Nana and Tia's!!!! She is one lucky little girl that my family loves her so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V1Oh99aZUkI/TycnYTL05aI/AAAAAAAAFIk/_R9phj4YjoU/s1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V1Oh99aZUkI/TycnYTL05aI/AAAAAAAAFIk/_R9phj4YjoU/s320/13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703570751508243874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The entrance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Awos0BoZz6Y/TycnPAe9ETI/AAAAAAAAFIY/Mh0BPAz8DKo/s1600/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Awos0BoZz6Y/TycnPAe9ETI/AAAAAAAAFIY/Mh0BPAz8DKo/s320/14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703570591869374770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wasn't going to do cupcakes since she had TWO cakes, but my aunt got these super cute strawberry and Strawberry Shortcake rings that I had to use. Topped the cupcakes with Strawberry frosting and some pearls (Had to make it girly) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mQlChBSIgm0/TycnHjmkQpI/AAAAAAAAFIM/-0-25xyBNww/s1600/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mQlChBSIgm0/TycnHjmkQpI/AAAAAAAAFIM/-0-25xyBNww/s320/15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703570463857590930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adorable right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vIUOHLaaVIc/TycnA57hPII/AAAAAAAAFIA/aUEp9ELFLpw/s1600/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vIUOHLaaVIc/TycnA57hPII/AAAAAAAAFIA/aUEp9ELFLpw/s320/16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703570349591968898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fondant Cake #1, made by a lady that is living at a shelter my mom works with. Amazing right! The Fondant is handmade by her too! It was so special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BcVakcPH8NM/Tycm6PHRF7I/AAAAAAAAFH0/H-p5WhDsbw0/s1600/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BcVakcPH8NM/Tycm6PHRF7I/AAAAAAAAFH0/H-p5WhDsbw0/s320/17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703570235019302834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Her Second Fondant Cake, Made by my little Cousin, she is currently in her 1st year of college and her dream is to own her own bakery one day! I say she is well on her way to it, AMAZING as well... You can become a fan of her facebook page... &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/?ref=logo#%21/pages/Melissas-Sweet-Treats/290971670931689"&gt;Melissa's Sweet Treats&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c17FUUSXFYg/TycmyKhOUEI/AAAAAAAAFHo/nRTqOdWnPiA/s1600/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c17FUUSXFYg/TycmyKhOUEI/AAAAAAAAFHo/nRTqOdWnPiA/s320/18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703570096347041858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I had to get a few pictures of the birthday girl before all the guests arrived. As much as we made faces, we could not get a smile out of her. Hey she only took a 30 minute nap that entire day, I will take the no smile since she didn't even have a meltdown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qfU6Soy03l0/TycmKc-AFWI/AAAAAAAAFHc/FQlDSLE-hXY/s1600/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qfU6Soy03l0/TycmKc-AFWI/AAAAAAAAFHc/FQlDSLE-hXY/s320/19.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703569414104814946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgJ9qjH5dtY/Tyclz_b46UI/AAAAAAAAFHQ/zKMss4Ayf4M/s1600/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgJ9qjH5dtY/Tyclz_b46UI/AAAAAAAAFHQ/zKMss4Ayf4M/s320/20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703569028219988290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Shirt was made by one of my good friends, the bow was made by me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DCxR72E5JQs/TyclnjWqT3I/AAAAAAAAFHE/e3tpHBw5Plk/s1600/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DCxR72E5JQs/TyclnjWqT3I/AAAAAAAAFHE/e3tpHBw5Plk/s320/21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703568814523436914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just look at that look, that is the look we get when we know she is up to no good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IfT-_miFMsw/Tyckex09BkI/AAAAAAAAFG4/AIoy15Qq83A/s1600/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IfT-_miFMsw/Tyckex09BkI/AAAAAAAAFG4/AIoy15Qq83A/s320/22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703567564278138434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JsvgvJIc_Og/TyckMsStfEI/AAAAAAAAFGs/fi41K2zOUJE/s1600/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JsvgvJIc_Og/TyckMsStfEI/AAAAAAAAFGs/fi41K2zOUJE/s320/23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703567253554691138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CXFov6F9vJQ/Tycj__ayNzI/AAAAAAAAFGg/blLO5AYDTtI/s1600/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CXFov6F9vJQ/Tycj__ayNzI/AAAAAAAAFGg/blLO5AYDTtI/s320/24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703567035350529842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K1bMyUct900/TycjdkSglUI/AAAAAAAAFGU/FbK8bXZyVZM/s1600/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K1bMyUct900/TycjdkSglUI/AAAAAAAAFGU/FbK8bXZyVZM/s320/25.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703566443952510274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I saw these on Pinterst... They are Strawberry's filled with Cheesecake Filling topped with smashed graham crackers! They were a BIG HIT! We made 6 cases of Strawberry's of these and they were ALL gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gIBDjoh9NdY/TycjUDyZ_zI/AAAAAAAAFGI/yQ7X-XFZWC4/s1600/26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gIBDjoh9NdY/TycjUDyZ_zI/AAAAAAAAFGI/yQ7X-XFZWC4/s320/26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703566280609103666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Minni Strawberry Shortcake Bites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3OeJs8pOkCQ/TycjMRP2XwI/AAAAAAAAFF8/TZqmlnMRm2o/s1600/27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3OeJs8pOkCQ/TycjMRP2XwI/AAAAAAAAFF8/TZqmlnMRm2o/s320/27.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703566146783305474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fresh Cut Strawberries for the Chocolate Fountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YEQ3jVoQXDY/TycjDcy1q-I/AAAAAAAAFFw/lc0aK5c6Alw/s1600/28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YEQ3jVoQXDY/TycjDcy1q-I/AAAAAAAAFFw/lc0aK5c6Alw/s320/28.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703565995264027618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Strawberry Marshmallow for the Fountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dMP3lAAY7MY/Tyci8VQW81I/AAAAAAAAFFk/pEyn7nCckgM/s1600/29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dMP3lAAY7MY/Tyci8VQW81I/AAAAAAAAFFk/pEyn7nCckgM/s320/29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703565872981275474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pretzels and Pound Cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XgQEiadMq3M/Tyci1Y8b4dI/AAAAAAAAFFY/ci5j0JjKZUY/s1600/30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XgQEiadMq3M/Tyci1Y8b4dI/AAAAAAAAFFY/ci5j0JjKZUY/s320/30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703565753712370130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Home made Rice Crispy Balls... I went a little too happy with the food coloring though, they were suppose to be pink :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D-mA3hY9A90/TyciuSZoPeI/AAAAAAAAFFM/Ak0EaoUPwnI/s1600/31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D-mA3hY9A90/TyciuSZoPeI/AAAAAAAAFFM/Ak0EaoUPwnI/s320/31.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703565631696682466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't think there was a single person that only made one trip to the fountain! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_3-OvZzpYEE/TycimVBJ1uI/AAAAAAAAFFA/h4xkw8Zju6A/s1600/32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_3-OvZzpYEE/TycimVBJ1uI/AAAAAAAAFFA/h4xkw8Zju6A/s320/32.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703565494960379618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had Punch and Strawberry Lemonade to drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xLSYqFg-kqw/TycifZvZAVI/AAAAAAAAFE0/KhUXr59FqzI/s1600/33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xLSYqFg-kqw/TycifZvZAVI/AAAAAAAAFE0/KhUXr59FqzI/s320/33.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703565375968969042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Birthday Girl playing outside with her friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9VXxzrHrXaI/TyciXBxAncI/AAAAAAAAFEo/l2hyrOfFQl4/s1600/34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9VXxzrHrXaI/TyciXBxAncI/AAAAAAAAFEo/l2hyrOfFQl4/s320/34.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703565232094354882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Acsx1ntxYw/TyciP8A3nNI/AAAAAAAAFEc/itdRjfPAfrg/s1600/35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6Acsx1ntxYw/TyciP8A3nNI/AAAAAAAAFEc/itdRjfPAfrg/s320/35.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703565110291176658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TQ7YQ0ALDSo/TyciG5JebBI/AAAAAAAAFEQ/z5l5mA8d73Q/s1600/36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TQ7YQ0ALDSo/TyciG5JebBI/AAAAAAAAFEQ/z5l5mA8d73Q/s320/36.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703564954903145490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At least she kept her headband on for 2 hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7XQBW0Wd4m8/TyciAr5szJI/AAAAAAAAFEE/jP6uFOaLMrM/s1600/37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7XQBW0Wd4m8/TyciAr5szJI/AAAAAAAAFEE/jP6uFOaLMrM/s320/37.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703564848268102802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mw2V21k-hvY/Tych53ma56I/AAAAAAAAFD4/knypTMNUmfg/s1600/38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mw2V21k-hvY/Tych53ma56I/AAAAAAAAFD4/knypTMNUmfg/s320/38.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703564731149379490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Piñata! Thank you Nana for getting it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uVFfzEbZjt4/TychzlLUMMI/AAAAAAAAFDs/sz559NA5gck/s1600/39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uVFfzEbZjt4/TychzlLUMMI/AAAAAAAAFDs/sz559NA5gck/s320/39.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703564623124639938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She got a kick out of hitting it, as well as all the other kiddo's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VM0VEambCyw/Tychr14E5xI/AAAAAAAAFDg/iE3DKv1M4vc/s1600/40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VM0VEambCyw/Tychr14E5xI/AAAAAAAAFDg/iE3DKv1M4vc/s320/40.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703564490168395538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0-ZJkVW2o30/TychilW7skI/AAAAAAAAFDU/Bdmy7AlS8Cw/s1600/41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0-ZJkVW2o30/TychilW7skI/AAAAAAAAFDU/Bdmy7AlS8Cw/s320/41.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703564331115590210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TgXwk869Tlk/TychYwhgdII/AAAAAAAAFDI/LJNCU9hW5uQ/s1600/42.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TgXwk869Tlk/TychYwhgdII/AAAAAAAAFDI/LJNCU9hW5uQ/s320/42.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703564162314040450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wsi-rnwOSAU/TychOQsNvDI/AAAAAAAAFC8/mrQUJVC7waw/s1600/43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wsi-rnwOSAU/TychOQsNvDI/AAAAAAAAFC8/mrQUJVC7waw/s320/43.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703563981970324530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bu2ZlkfHt6o/TychEWQ2eYI/AAAAAAAAFCw/XEdf3zz8qY0/s1600/44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bu2ZlkfHt6o/TychEWQ2eYI/AAAAAAAAFCw/XEdf3zz8qY0/s320/44.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703563811667474818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x8IZoyYZsV8/Tycg9vyZIqI/AAAAAAAAFCk/wDIzNR3t88k/s1600/45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x8IZoyYZsV8/Tycg9vyZIqI/AAAAAAAAFCk/wDIzNR3t88k/s320/45.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703563698259960482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wIHFU7Kqj-I/Tycg1zQBOhI/AAAAAAAAFCY/KkzsDhg_rFo/s1600/46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wIHFU7Kqj-I/Tycg1zQBOhI/AAAAAAAAFCY/KkzsDhg_rFo/s320/46.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703563561750575634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So sad this was the only picture I got of her with any family member :( I didn't get any with the grandparents other than my Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pbFTbY7I69M/TycguF0e6sI/AAAAAAAAFCM/cKfXXU8m2tA/s1600/47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pbFTbY7I69M/TycguF0e6sI/AAAAAAAAFCM/cKfXXU8m2tA/s320/47.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703563429296401090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kw2Emv9S5h4/TycgnOR5BxI/AAAAAAAAFCA/MGOPfuLXDl4/s1600/48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kw2Emv9S5h4/TycgnOR5BxI/AAAAAAAAFCA/MGOPfuLXDl4/s320/48.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703563311308146450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KiFluP2PTTg/TycggXurbRI/AAAAAAAAFB0/KOdQDRTL1fc/s1600/49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KiFluP2PTTg/TycggXurbRI/AAAAAAAAFB0/KOdQDRTL1fc/s320/49.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703563193585724690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Talk about being a Princess! All the Great Aunts Adore her! He is the only girl :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vYGK1HIXNQk/TycgYkwDo_I/AAAAAAAAFBo/M9Zxy5rspnk/s1600/50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vYGK1HIXNQk/TycgYkwDo_I/AAAAAAAAFBo/M9Zxy5rspnk/s320/50.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703563059642213362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am sooooooo please with how this picture turned out! All 4 of us our looking at the camera. WIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ixm0qEgXkTM/TycgPjNz9VI/AAAAAAAAFBc/MrC96ktWWPc/s1600/51.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ixm0qEgXkTM/TycgPjNz9VI/AAAAAAAAFBc/MrC96ktWWPc/s320/51.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703562904611321170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Come on Mom, let's get on these presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tJOwtqXff-Q/TycgJAfb8_I/AAAAAAAAFBQ/bpg9ZtbUdQc/s1600/52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tJOwtqXff-Q/TycgJAfb8_I/AAAAAAAAFBQ/bpg9ZtbUdQc/s320/52.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703562792210789362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy helped her open presents since I took over the camera :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dr27c7x1f_M/TycgB--S8TI/AAAAAAAAFBE/onivIJrH3-Q/s1600/53.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dr27c7x1f_M/TycgB--S8TI/AAAAAAAAFBE/onivIJrH3-Q/s320/53.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703562671544267058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of my friends actually found a Strawberry Shortcake 1st Birthday card!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2LJKG6cZp4o/Tycf4xmJP7I/AAAAAAAAFA4/H2egCPmCEXk/s1600/54.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2LJKG6cZp4o/Tycf4xmJP7I/AAAAAAAAFA4/H2egCPmCEXk/s320/54.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703562513334484914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sassy little dress for a sassy little girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NoRgElT80yw/Tycf0gUfq7I/AAAAAAAAFAs/HozsPLO8fp0/s1600/55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NoRgElT80yw/Tycf0gUfq7I/AAAAAAAAFAs/HozsPLO8fp0/s320/55.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703562439977577394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My Friend Cheryl, who also made her the birthday shirt made her this apron, she insisted we put it on her as soon as my hubby took it out of the bag! Here she is showing off her new clothes! The girl LOVES clothes already and she is already choosing what she wants to wear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sY9hYKSU26M/TycfqOPZOSI/AAAAAAAAFAg/KAF789mxXDs/s1600/56.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sY9hYKSU26M/TycfqOPZOSI/AAAAAAAAFAg/KAF789mxXDs/s320/56.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703562263325653282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Loving on one of the dolls already. (I am not sure who put that bow on her, or where it came from, as it was suppose to be upstairs... That was her Disney bow and I noticed it is now missing the bottle cap in the center)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-InjkTiX3gdc/Tycfew-caJI/AAAAAAAAFAQ/R3Lw546qMCA/s1600/57.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-InjkTiX3gdc/Tycfew-caJI/AAAAAAAAFAQ/R3Lw546qMCA/s320/57.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703562066491369618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nana got her a purse with some beaded necklaces and bracelets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D-tkFBtVV0Y/TycfX3EHbsI/AAAAAAAAFAE/EE7sof0jdG4/s1600/58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D-tkFBtVV0Y/TycfX3EHbsI/AAAAAAAAFAE/EE7sof0jdG4/s320/58.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703561947866689218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She insisted Daddy put them on her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YhijfX2WK_o/TycfKCz7M4I/AAAAAAAAE_4/z4Px274c4DI/s1600/59.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YhijfX2WK_o/TycfKCz7M4I/AAAAAAAAE_4/z4Px274c4DI/s320/59.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703561710501835650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adorable Strawberry Doll, but at this point she was more interested in her bracelets! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3FhftpplBlc/Tyce-KLRpoI/AAAAAAAAE_s/_pwe1zVSq3E/s1600/60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3FhftpplBlc/Tyce-KLRpoI/AAAAAAAAE_s/_pwe1zVSq3E/s320/60.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703561506320393858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We had a great time celebrating our little girl's first year with our closest family and friends. We are so blessed to have many wonderful people be a part of her life and love her so much. Thank you for being a part of such a special day for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858529631000748304-621609748430518072?l=growingpacheco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/feeds/621609748430518072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2012/01/our-sweet-mylas-berry-1st-birthday.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/621609748430518072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/621609748430518072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2012/01/our-sweet-mylas-berry-1st-birthday.html' title='Our Sweet Myla&apos;s Berry 1st Birthday'/><author><name>The Pacheco's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561776677820110790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/SW64MSSbWDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rIQEj-QNMvU/S220/karlanMark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6qtO6myjSV0/Tyco3pDwKlI/AAAAAAAAFLc/BKSafVvbEi4/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858529631000748304.post-5310186903968061706</id><published>2011-09-18T21:55:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T22:12:56.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden Wonder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am entering a contest this week over at &lt;a href="http://www.iheartfaces.com/"&gt;I Heart Faces &lt;/a&gt;. The theme is "A touch of sun". I was torn between two pictures. Both beautiful in my opinion but different for many reasons, but a&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;las&lt;/span&gt; my boy won the debate! I just can't get over this picture. I love that the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;lens&lt;/span&gt; allows me to capture things the eye cannot see. I love that I am able to freeze moments in time. Simply by looking at a single picture I am able to remember the happenings of that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On this particular morning (early morning) my little man was being really fussy, we went for a drive and ended up in this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;empty&lt;/span&gt; field covered with wild sunflowers. We got off and walked around for a bit, he could care less about the flowers instead he was preoccupied with dirt and tossing it up in the air. Typical boy right? A few minutes later he slowly walked up to a patch of sunflowers... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;curiosity&lt;/span&gt; and wonder set in, he looked them up and down and finally took one in his hand to take a closer look. I am not sure what he saw in it as he stared at it for a good 30 seconds, then just smiled and went back to his dirt. Lucky for me I always have a camera on me! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TGBN5VqnOK4/TnbLYnmVZZI/AAAAAAAAE-Y/H-scSBk1KGk/s1600/sunflower%2B3water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653930006017303954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TGBN5VqnOK4/TnbLYnmVZZI/AAAAAAAAE-Y/H-scSBk1KGk/s400/sunflower%2B3water.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AAym7nkyRkE/TnbLnB27qZI/AAAAAAAAE-g/QGdZzUpNGIE/s1600/I_Heart_Faces_noborder_125x100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 125px; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653930253584411026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AAym7nkyRkE/TnbLnB27qZI/AAAAAAAAE-g/QGdZzUpNGIE/s400/I_Heart_Faces_noborder_125x100.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This photo was entered into the I Heart Faces photo challenge – &lt;a href="http://www.iheartfaces.com/" rel="nofollow  http://www.iheartfaces.com/2011/08/photo-challenge-beautiful-eyes/"&gt;www.iheartfaces.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858529631000748304-5310186903968061706?l=growingpacheco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/feeds/5310186903968061706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2011/09/golden-wonder.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/5310186903968061706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/5310186903968061706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2011/09/golden-wonder.html' title='Golden Wonder...'/><author><name>The Pacheco's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561776677820110790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/SW64MSSbWDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rIQEj-QNMvU/S220/karlanMark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TGBN5VqnOK4/TnbLYnmVZZI/AAAAAAAAE-Y/H-scSBk1KGk/s72-c/sunflower%2B3water.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858529631000748304.post-2999345950515078982</id><published>2011-09-02T22:36:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T23:08:58.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love = MYLA</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Pretty darn Awesome the My Love sounds like MYLA!!! LOVE IT! But anyway I have been a really bad mommy as far as posting updates about our darling girl! Bad Mommy (slaps hand) with Eli I was so good but I have just let time slip away from me with Myla updates. In all honestly I am pooped most days by the time the kids are put to sleep and on most nights I am up late editing pictures, when I don't edit pictures I prefer to snuggle up in bed next to my hot hubby so Blogging is far back in my priorities. I need to change that because I notice that I am questioning Myla's milestones. I am still doing the 365 for both of them which is awesome for me because that is my baby journal. I document their milestones and such through pictures but I need to get better at acutally updating. Sorry Nana updates will be coming soon. (My mom seems to be the one that bugs me most about keeping the 365 up to date) Anyway I plan on going back to Myla's 1st month and updating all her milestones that way I have them on here and can easily go back to them. I have been good on writing notes on my iphone too so I can easily go back and check :) Anyway there are thousands of pics that I take and you all get to see like 1/100th of them if that so I am going to start sharing random pics too. Here are a few... no particular order just simply cuteness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This was up in California a few weeks ago. We went up to visit our other side of the family since most of them had not met Myla yet and hadn't seen Eli since he was 5 months! It was also nice to get away from the AZ heat for a few days. It was actually cool up there and we got to wear jeans and sweaters! We took the kids to Yosemite, and into San Francisco (I will post pics of that soon too) It was a nice little mini vacay for us and the kids. This pic was at Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa's house&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4LDOknMJ5lA/TmG_lR0tKbI/AAAAAAAAE5c/WNz4Rktj8NE/s1600/IMG_3316water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648006054859844018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4LDOknMJ5lA/TmG_lR0tKbI/AAAAAAAAE5c/WNz4Rktj8NE/s400/IMG_3316water.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Out Grocery shopping with Momma... I got them popcycles (They love to have one after dinner) they are actually really nice, I get the minni pops for them and they are the perfect size. Myla love's them and gets very excited now as soon as she sees me taking one out! But I just had to snag a pic of her... she looked so cute... Pigtails, stained herself red from head to toe without a care in the world. Simply enjoying her popcycle. This picture reminds me of me when I was little and a similar picture I have. I will need to pull it out and post it sometime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrA7CgX9goo/TmG_Yehp-4I/AAAAAAAAE5U/G2mfLynlSDc/s1600/Myla%2Bpopcycle%2Bstorewater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 300px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648005834931305346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jrA7CgX9goo/TmG_Yehp-4I/AAAAAAAAE5U/G2mfLynlSDc/s400/Myla%2Bpopcycle%2Bstorewater.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pic was also up in Cal. Took it the day of Eli's party. She was just relaxing on the grass watching the big kids hit hte piñata. But OMG can you say CUTENESS OVERLOAD! LOVE HER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648005670104207442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G_kT191FQLM/TmG_O4f0EFI/AAAAAAAAE5M/9YEXDPWkkOY/s400/IMG_3261brightwater.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This was a couple back in June after one of our close friends birthday party. We came home to relax a bit and were headed out to another party and then to watch the US soccer game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_BUoN76xqEk/TmG-8QoHO9I/AAAAAAAAE5E/NveA8Oycdwk/s1600/IMG_0629water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 282px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648005350163954642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_BUoN76xqEk/TmG-8QoHO9I/AAAAAAAAE5E/NveA8Oycdwk/s400/IMG_0629water.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This was back when Myla first started solids. She went through a two week phase where she would make the funniest faces while we were feeding her. It was so cute and hard not to laugh. We think the funny faces were her way of asking for more food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aQ0nkbXYm7U/TmG-pJc8zHI/AAAAAAAAE48/rRNqCB5tnkg/s1600/Myla%2Bfunny%2Bface%2B2%2Bwater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648005021820570738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aQ0nkbXYm7U/TmG-pJc8zHI/AAAAAAAAE48/rRNqCB5tnkg/s400/Myla%2Bfunny%2Bface%2B2%2Bwater.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P8rq0Kj31fE/TmG9K-YEH9I/AAAAAAAAE4s/dEMoYUFrwJM/s1600/funny%2Bface%2Bwater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648003403939586002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P8rq0Kj31fE/TmG9K-YEH9I/AAAAAAAAE4s/dEMoYUFrwJM/s400/funny%2Bface%2Bwater.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This was her first time having cantalope. She absolutely loved it can you tell by her face! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sUfHSjJfjtA/TmG8-2DvKLI/AAAAAAAAE4k/wVo9oMfJins/s1600/cantalope%2Bwater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 281px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648003195548412082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sUfHSjJfjtA/TmG8-2DvKLI/AAAAAAAAE4k/wVo9oMfJins/s400/cantalope%2Bwater.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;That is all for now. Since it is a long weekend I will post at least once more with more updates. I just figured I should post something before more time passes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858529631000748304-2999345950515078982?l=growingpacheco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/feeds/2999345950515078982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-love-myla.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/2999345950515078982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/2999345950515078982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2011/09/my-love-myla.html' title='My Love = MYLA'/><author><name>The Pacheco's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561776677820110790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/SW64MSSbWDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rIQEj-QNMvU/S220/karlanMark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4LDOknMJ5lA/TmG_lR0tKbI/AAAAAAAAE5c/WNz4Rktj8NE/s72-c/IMG_3316water.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858529631000748304.post-5593577617605639070</id><published>2011-07-19T06:06:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T07:24:45.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating 2 Years (Eli's Birthday Party... the Details)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We celebrated Eli's 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; Birthday this past Saturday. His birthday is not until this coming Thursday though, but so many of his little friends have birthday's coming up so we decided to have his party a week early that way his celebration didn't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;interfere&lt;/span&gt; with any of the other ones. Originally I wanted to do "Robot's" as a theme for his party however he ended up picking his own theme. We were out shopping with my mom early this year and passed by the party section, they had a sport/ball section of party supplies and Eli went crazy and started yelling "Ball" when we passed by, we even had to stop and let him &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;awwww&lt;/span&gt; at them for a bit. My mom and I looked at each other and we both kinda said "Balls it is" so I started re-planning everything again :) (since I already had some of the stuff for a Robot themed party) So the theme was "Balls" but I focused around a Orange, Brown and Green color &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Scheme&lt;/span&gt;. The one good thing about having a sports/ball party is that it is pretty common and there is just so much you can find. It was pretty easy to plan overall. We celebrated with his little friends in the morning and then our family came over in the afternoon and evening to Celebrate with him as well. We had Two parties the same day :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Last year I made the mistake of asking someone else to be the "Photographer" for the party. So I ended up with minimal pictures and most of them were were blurry. I was so upset, so this year I didn't want the same thing to happen. Since I started decorating in advance (Like a week) :) I needed all the extra time with a teething 6 month old and an almost two year old! So I took most of the pictures of the "Details" before the party. The day day of the party I had the camera on me pretty much the entire time and ended up with over 200 pictures! Very happy about that! So with that many pictures I am breaking down the party posts for two, one for "Details", then the next one will be the "Party" which I am hoping to get to tonight or tomorrow night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MqQFUbmq_zs/TiWFBdHESgI/AAAAAAAAEoM/fkCE3FTrmSg/s1600/1w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631053169137306114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MqQFUbmq_zs/TiWFBdHESgI/AAAAAAAAEoM/fkCE3FTrmSg/s400/1w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;One of my local mommy friends made this shirt for him as part of his gift!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zTW2jLZ1t_4/TiWFBH3PWzI/AAAAAAAAEoE/YTtpwOe5u8U/s1600/2w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631053163433777970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zTW2jLZ1t_4/TiWFBH3PWzI/AAAAAAAAEoE/YTtpwOe5u8U/s400/2w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Back of the Shirt... TOO CUTE!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Siydm4dBZS0/TiWFA8BrmuI/AAAAAAAAEn8/QCBqrjj9yCk/s1600/3w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631053160256346850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Siydm4dBZS0/TiWFA8BrmuI/AAAAAAAAEn8/QCBqrjj9yCk/s400/3w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The Entrance coffee table. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631053151711001138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0efptAHipbs/TiWFAcMT-jI/AAAAAAAAEn0/F5lNsV31Ip4/s400/4w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My mom got these chocolate's for him down at a local Candy Store down in RR.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1eovT0XfxNw/TiWFAEJ6rQI/AAAAAAAAEns/PqFpO9Oxw3o/s1600/5w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631053145258503426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1eovT0XfxNw/TiWFAEJ6rQI/AAAAAAAAEns/PqFpO9Oxw3o/s400/5w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sLfaUtjJCTs/TiWEvN7qkMI/AAAAAAAAEnk/y4qc4tHmN3k/s1600/6w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631052855825305794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sLfaUtjJCTs/TiWEvN7qkMI/AAAAAAAAEnk/y4qc4tHmN3k/s400/6w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My mistake was putting out the candy the day before... Notice that the top of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Raisenette&lt;/span&gt; Portion is missing.... Eli discovered them and decided those would be his snack when mommy wasn't watching. The top was pretty much gone by the party. The middle is orange chocolate coated sunflower seeds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jjm3eVDER38/TiWEuirQa_I/AAAAAAAAEnc/pAKlPC1A7NM/s1600/7w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631052844213758962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jjm3eVDER38/TiWEuirQa_I/AAAAAAAAEnc/pAKlPC1A7NM/s400/7w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is actually Mark's football. Eli and I were out grocery shopping a few days before Father's day. While we were by the floral department he started screaming "Ball, Ball, Ball" When I looked over I noticed they had a few arrangements for "DAD" in sport balls. They had football, baseball, golf, and tennis, So when I asked Eli which one he wanted for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dadda&lt;/span&gt;, he of course picked the "Po-Pall" so I we used it for his party too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0H0bwei1u3o/TiWEuUUEH0I/AAAAAAAAEnU/7gIS3iBEItE/s1600/8w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631052840358387522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0H0bwei1u3o/TiWEuUUEH0I/AAAAAAAAEnU/7gIS3iBEItE/s400/8w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The side table displaying the "Ball" pops and of course the a picture of my little man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Iv_FJV7i0m8/TiWEt34KI8I/AAAAAAAAEnM/a8QAjr3Lw4s/s1600/9w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631052832725148610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Iv_FJV7i0m8/TiWEt34KI8I/AAAAAAAAEnM/a8QAjr3Lw4s/s400/9w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I found these at the Dollar Tree a few weeks before the party, which were perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IePI9yjMfDQ/TiWEVRYKXAI/AAAAAAAAEnA/kixLQVIyOJk/s1600/10w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 273px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631052410073537538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IePI9yjMfDQ/TiWEVRYKXAI/AAAAAAAAEnA/kixLQVIyOJk/s400/10w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We set up a few tables outside along with all the outdoor toys for the kids to play with. Outside I focused on a "Baseball" theme and put out peanuts and crackerjacks on the tables!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nVGGDDdA83E/TiWEVCvW3LI/AAAAAAAAEm4/8yA1CpI2rsk/s1600/11w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631052406144294066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nVGGDDdA83E/TiWEVCvW3LI/AAAAAAAAEm4/8yA1CpI2rsk/s400/11w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L3LiKEL8jzQ/TiWEUyHG26I/AAAAAAAAEmw/IQV-oGYU2B4/s1600/12w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631052401680505762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L3LiKEL8jzQ/TiWEUyHG26I/AAAAAAAAEmw/IQV-oGYU2B4/s400/12w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I found these water bottle's at Dollar Tree too! I couldn't pass it up so I snagged the ones they had and filled them up with Water for all of the Toddlers! We also filled the bags with popcorn for the older kids and parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bl21l8u1JFA/TiWD2k4nSAI/AAAAAAAAEmo/ymPZXOiiYF8/s1600/13w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631051882733979650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Bl21l8u1JFA/TiWD2k4nSAI/AAAAAAAAEmo/ymPZXOiiYF8/s400/13w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Toddler Sport Drinks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZOlu5EYBy8/TiWD2CvxhyI/AAAAAAAAEmg/Pyv0fSlcMa4/s1600/14w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631051873570096930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZOlu5EYBy8/TiWD2CvxhyI/AAAAAAAAEmg/Pyv0fSlcMa4/s400/14w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ze_DKE_UYSw/TiWD131cuXI/AAAAAAAAEmY/J_kznilgdc0/s1600/15w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631051870641109362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ze_DKE_UYSw/TiWD131cuXI/AAAAAAAAEmY/J_kznilgdc0/s400/15w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I found these basketball cutouts at Hobby Lobby about 8 months ago. They were the only ones they had and had them on clearance so I snagged them and I was planning on Eli doing something with them for his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tata&lt;/span&gt;... Well they ended up being perfect for the party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zsdkV7-bgfQ/TiWDAGty-RI/AAAAAAAAEmQ/JeQrZOvjpGc/s1600/16w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631050946922608914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zsdkV7-bgfQ/TiWDAGty-RI/AAAAAAAAEmQ/JeQrZOvjpGc/s400/16w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Piñata&lt;/span&gt;... We weren't happy with it but we ended up getting it for $14 for the size that it was, it was a good price (over 3 feet long and two feet wide) and the kids would end up breaking it anyway so we just got it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-juMTaf6aZF8/TiWC_0qdi0I/AAAAAAAAEmI/Bi1c_gkdjuY/s1600/17w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631050942076783426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-juMTaf6aZF8/TiWC_0qdi0I/AAAAAAAAEmI/Bi1c_gkdjuY/s400/17w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The food was simple, Hot Dog's and Chips and Pizza. We also had Nachos as a snack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ke_B3Sx2dB4/TiWC_ruRTqI/AAAAAAAAEmA/mI3FENmpjjM/s1600/18w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 277px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631050939676839586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ke_B3Sx2dB4/TiWC_ruRTqI/AAAAAAAAEmA/mI3FENmpjjM/s400/18w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ox-cjWwmBVY/TiWCc1KasaI/AAAAAAAAEl4/Sq8ylzvMX94/s1600/19w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631050340915392930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ox-cjWwmBVY/TiWCc1KasaI/AAAAAAAAEl4/Sq8ylzvMX94/s400/19w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My mom made his this cake (His Cake) that we were hoping he would dig right in but because he missed his nap time he was cranky by the time we cut the cakes so he just poked his fingers in it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jgMTT_6DX2Y/TiWCcmzVR8I/AAAAAAAAElw/ZBkiSLDQwcY/s1600/20w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 278px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631050337060472770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jgMTT_6DX2Y/TiWCcmzVR8I/AAAAAAAAElw/ZBkiSLDQwcY/s400/20w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was up until midnight the night before &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;decorating&lt;/span&gt; the cakes and getting the final details ready! I think the cakes turned out AWESOME! And not to mention they were super yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nbOykp4SHYk/TiWCcXaT43I/AAAAAAAAElo/X9RTgl9Vwpg/s1600/21w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 276px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631050332928992114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nbOykp4SHYk/TiWCcXaT43I/AAAAAAAAElo/X9RTgl9Vwpg/s400/21w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8O1CyNbQuN8/TiWCH6H75OI/AAAAAAAAElg/BOkBe0BIE5o/s1600/22w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631049981469910242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8O1CyNbQuN8/TiWCH6H75OI/AAAAAAAAElg/BOkBe0BIE5o/s400/22w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I found these cupcake ball picks down at a bakery supply store down where my parents live and snagged them right away! They were perfect and looked super cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kwyvpXr7_yY/TiWCHva-aiI/AAAAAAAAElY/LCiEq94ZP6U/s1600/23w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631049978596977186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kwyvpXr7_yY/TiWCHva-aiI/AAAAAAAAElY/LCiEq94ZP6U/s400/23w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;His Table from the top! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ohh&lt;/span&gt; and since I baked everything and I got the the plates, cups and napkins on clearance at Target everything was super cheap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zMz0eZgZI5c/TiWB0WxBK3I/AAAAAAAAElQ/PEugWjtyiSs/s1600/24w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631049645561031538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zMz0eZgZI5c/TiWB0WxBK3I/AAAAAAAAElQ/PEugWjtyiSs/s400/24w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I found these sport rugs at Target in the $1 section a few months ago. I was planning on putting one on each of the tables outside but they looked cute here. And I figure I can use them in his room now! He LOVES jumping on them and hops from ball to ball!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AKRNGC0YWMI/TiWBm4xeouI/AAAAAAAAElI/omGk0cDXzZI/s1600/25w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631049414171599586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AKRNGC0YWMI/TiWBm4xeouI/AAAAAAAAElI/omGk0cDXzZI/s400/25w.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And the souvenirs! The little kids and toddlers got baseball bats (Dollar Tree) and inside we put some treats in there for them that Mark and I got at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart after Easter. They had the stuff on clearance for .10 cents! We made out pretty good so I think I spent about $2.40 per child between the bat, treats, and sport bottle! The older kids got a bag of treats as well, I put in a box of crackerjacks, Red Vines, some sport pots and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hostes&lt;/span&gt; just put out some "Baseball" cupcakes for the summer and I snagged a box and put one of the baseball cupcakes in their bags too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We had a great time! Well who wouldn't with 15 toddlers running around! :) Stay &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tuned&lt;/span&gt; for Part two of the celebration! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858529631000748304-5593577617605639070?l=growingpacheco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/feeds/5593577617605639070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2011/07/celebrating-2-years-elis-birthday-party.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/5593577617605639070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/5593577617605639070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2011/07/celebrating-2-years-elis-birthday-party.html' title='Celebrating 2 Years (Eli&apos;s Birthday Party... the Details)'/><author><name>The Pacheco's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561776677820110790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/SW64MSSbWDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rIQEj-QNMvU/S220/karlanMark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MqQFUbmq_zs/TiWFBdHESgI/AAAAAAAAEoM/fkCE3FTrmSg/s72-c/1w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858529631000748304.post-645635131590063427</id><published>2011-06-13T21:31:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T22:07:24.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Balls.A Boy.My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have been sorting through the last 5 months of pictures in an effort to write a select few posts of my little girl. I noticed I have written very little about her. Actually very little about anything in general. In the process I ran across these pictures of my little man. I remember the day clearly... It seems so long ago but this was only two months ago. A Friday evening in early April. We had gotten home from a long day at the zoo and running errands. I remember sitting there watching my son play as I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;watched&lt;/span&gt; the time on our microwave continue to change. It was close to 6 pm and I sat there waiting for "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dadda&lt;/span&gt;" to come home. Eli had been talking about the "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Duts&lt;/span&gt;" all day and I knew he wanted to share his stories with "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dadda&lt;/span&gt;". I was sad that we hadn't seen him much, upset that we had been planning on taking the kids to the zoo together but I ended up taking them myself. He wanted to be there for Eli's first trip however this down economy has had him working long hours for the last year. In my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pity&lt;/span&gt; party I remember snapping the pictures because in the moment I thought that his playing was cute. Now looking back at them they open my eyes to much more than cuteness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This right here is my life. My perfectly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;imperfect&lt;/span&gt; life. I notice my son playing over "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dadda's&lt;/span&gt;" flip flops as if they are suppose to be there, as if they are part of the game he has going on. I notice the pair of jeans casually laying atop of our couch. I see a dirty baby sock. I see a basketball &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; egg that Eli has been playing with daily for the last few weeks. I see his little toy car under the couch flipped upside down. I see what I think are crumbs of Lucky Charms on the floor. I see a bag of wipes. I see my son wrapped up in his own game. I see him carefree, unaware of mommy, unaware of the time I see him truly enjoying his toys and being a child. I see all this all while the sun is seeping through our open window. I see my life right here. Everyday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It's hard to appreciate what I have when I have been focusing so much on what is missing. I have been focusing so much on missing my husband, missing us as a family, missing us as couple that I failed to notice that because of his absence he has given me this. My life. My world. The opportunity to spend every day with our children and have the opportunity to appreciate little moments like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C90MPv53tbc/TfbkfOL0iQI/AAAAAAAAEOw/6ZQWwY3tPrI/s1600/B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617928810226026754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C90MPv53tbc/TfbkfOL0iQI/AAAAAAAAEOw/6ZQWwY3tPrI/s400/B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-192ghvQK2yU/TfblEgkCBeI/AAAAAAAAEO4/JMfXuH0N7P0/s1600/B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617929450814572002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-192ghvQK2yU/TfblEgkCBeI/AAAAAAAAEO4/JMfXuH0N7P0/s400/B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858529631000748304-645635131590063427?l=growingpacheco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/feeds/645635131590063427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2011/06/ballsa-boymy-life.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/645635131590063427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/645635131590063427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2011/06/ballsa-boymy-life.html' title='Balls.A Boy.My Life'/><author><name>The Pacheco's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561776677820110790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/SW64MSSbWDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rIQEj-QNMvU/S220/karlanMark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C90MPv53tbc/TfbkfOL0iQI/AAAAAAAAEOw/6ZQWwY3tPrI/s72-c/B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858529631000748304.post-8943648946425737796</id><published>2011-05-29T23:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T00:40:16.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotionally Emotional... If that makes any sense...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So I have been gone for a while, mainly because I have been really busy getting my photography stuff in order and have just been flat out exhausted. I haven't stayed up and played on the computer in a while, as soon as the kids go to bed so do I. But I am just feeling very down/emotional/sad/worried/scared you name it I am feeling it right now. I feel like I just want to lay down and cry. Just cry for as long as I need to in order to feel better. But then again I don't know how long it would take for me to stop if I did. I have so much going through my head right now that I need to write it down, share it with someone and just let it out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The hubby is gone so much with work that every once in a while it really gets to me. He has a 365 days a year contract with a local city that requires someone to work every single day of the week, most the time being him. Lately he has been home on Sunday's with only having to go into the office and let the employees in at 4:00 am and he might stick around and do some minimal work but on Sundays he tries to be home by 10:00 am at the latest. I try and keep myself and the kids busy but his absence really gets me down sometimes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I worry about everyone and everything. When we M and I were taking our marriage classes, I remember our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Reverend&lt;/span&gt; saying to me that I would worry myself to death if I didn't stop worrying about useless stuff.... well I still haven't found a way to make myself stop and right now I really feel it has taken a toll on me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;My little boy Eli spiked a fever on Thursday night. It came out of nowhere and he had no other symptoms to accompany it. We were at my cousins graduation when out of no where he started getting really fussy and my parents noticed he had a fever. We came home and I gave him Tylenol and he was out pretty fast so I figured the Tylenol would help bring it down and since he fell asleep so fast I never even bothered taking his temperature. My dad insisted that Eli was going to sleep in bed with him that night and normally I fight it because it gets Eli out of his routine and when my parents leave it is so hard on me trying to get him back on it but for some reason I didn't fight my dad that night. I said &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; and just left Eli in bed and I went to bed. Well since that night I just keep thanking God for making me not think twice about Eli spending the night out of his crib. At around 4 in the morning we woke up to my mom banging on our door screaming to call 911 that Eli was having &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;combulsions&lt;/span&gt;. I heard that and I just kinda froze, I could hear my dad screaming "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mijo&lt;/span&gt;" "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mijo&lt;/span&gt;" but it just seemed like I was dreaming it took me a few seconds to realize that something was really wrong. Mark ran out of the room and I ran to the dresser for the phone to call 911. I was on the phone with the operator for what seemed forever I don't remember what I said other than my son was having a seizure. I know I continued to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;repeat&lt;/span&gt; the address to our house over and over and over. I am not sure if I thought it would get them here faster, I don't. When I finally got off the phone Mark or my dad (not sure) had already taken Eli downstairs and he was crying. Mark was holding him but he was so disoriented and could not hold himself up. I remember Mark tried to lift his little arm and it just flung right back down. It took me a moment to realize he was soaked. My parents had put him in the tub and hosed him down with cool water to try and bring the fever down quickly. When the paramedics finally got here he was still crying but he was more alert. His fever was at 104 after the cold bath. With the fever still being that high and not having a cause as far as we could tell, they urged us to take him into the hospital. Once at the hospital they ran some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;blood work&lt;/span&gt; to make sure that his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;blood count&lt;/span&gt; was good and they did some other cultures. Everything came back negative and he was given some Motrin which quickly brought down his fever to 102 and then it continued to come down slowly. By the time we got out of the hospital Eli was feeling so much better and was smiling and giggling and back to his normal self. Like nothing had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt;. They ended up telling us that he had had a seizure. Febrile Seizure to be exact. They are caused when a child spikes a fever too fast (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; body temperature rises too quickly) about 5% of children get them and they usually outgrow them by the time they are 6. They are not re-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;occurring&lt;/span&gt; like they won't pop out of nowhere, but now that we know we need to make sure and give him medication right away as soon as we notice any sign of a fever to try and maintain it below 102. We have had a busy weekend, my parents were in town for a family reunion originally and I am so thankful they were here that night. I just keep going back and thinking that I would have probably put him in his crib. When he is sick I get up and check on him throughout the night but chances of me even noticing what was happening to him if I wasn't in the room with him are pretty slim. Had my dad not insisted on Eli sleeping with him I am not sure if something worse could have happened. He was so quiet and I only &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; hearing him cry once he was in the shower. Apparently he was like that for about 3 minutes (No real time because both my mom &amp;amp; dad will say different times as everyone remembers things differently) I am terrified and I didn't even see him. My youngest sister heard my dad screaming and ran into the room as he was having the seizure. Thank God that by the time Mark and I saw him he had already stopped because I don't know how I would be had I seen him. I know how to react when something like that happens since it happened several times while I was teaching to a few kids, and back in high school when I was in sports. I know what to do and normally I don't freeze. I am pretty good about reacting right away, however it is so different when it is your child. Once I realized what was happening I was quick to react but even then I could not get my head straight to realize that I needed the shoes right in front of me for us to get out the door to get to the hospital. I am thanking God so much for my dad being here. Now that we are aware I pray that it never happens again. I know to take precautions with him and get him on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; as soon as we notice any sign of a fever. Like I said before I just want to lay down and cry. I want to hold both Eli and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Myla&lt;/span&gt; and never let them go. I want to be able to protect them and I cringe at any thought of them ever being in any pain. A few of my friends say I am a Helicopter mom, "Chopper Mom" that I hover over them and I would agree that not that I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;necessarily&lt;/span&gt; hover over them but I am a worrier, I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;constantly&lt;/span&gt; watching them even if we are in the same room just to make sure that Eli doesn't figure out how to take the outlet cover off, or now that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Myla&lt;/span&gt; is sitting to make sure that she doesn't put that little speck of something on the floor in her mouth and chokes on it. I can't be a carefree mom like many of my mommy friends, I just can't and I am afraid that being so paranoid is affecting my health since I am always worried I always feel anxious. So now the new hurdle that I am trying to get over is getting Eli back in his crib. Since that happened he has been sleeping bed in between M and I. I can't bring myself to have him sleeping in his crib alone after what happened. I am not getting any sleep and I don't know how to overcome this. Like I said before these are rare seizures (only fever induced) I know there are far worse things out there that many families are dealing with and I am Thanking the Lord that our little man is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; however tonight I am asking him to please give me the strength to overcome this new fear. I am asking him to let this be the only time this happens, and to help me overcome this anxiety. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And something to make you smile... my baby boy happy as can be!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aJ6CvboHGEA/TeM50rIJlcI/AAAAAAAAEBA/8nZljt2xj3M/s1600/eformomwater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 286px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612393137726657986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aJ6CvboHGEA/TeM50rIJlcI/AAAAAAAAEBA/8nZljt2xj3M/s400/eformomwater.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and to make your smile wider... my baby girl, not so happy! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CXYUdaU9NRc/TeM5qVVO_VI/AAAAAAAAEA4/4bGF5O3c6VY/s1600/newest%2Bmylawater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 266px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612392960077266258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CXYUdaU9NRc/TeM5qVVO_VI/AAAAAAAAEA4/4bGF5O3c6VY/s400/newest%2Bmylawater.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858529631000748304-8943648946425737796?l=growingpacheco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/feeds/8943648946425737796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2011/05/emotionally-emotional-if-that-makes-any.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/8943648946425737796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/8943648946425737796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2011/05/emotionally-emotional-if-that-makes-any.html' title='Emotionally Emotional... If that makes any sense...'/><author><name>The Pacheco's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561776677820110790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/SW64MSSbWDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rIQEj-QNMvU/S220/karlanMark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aJ6CvboHGEA/TeM50rIJlcI/AAAAAAAAEBA/8nZljt2xj3M/s72-c/eformomwater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858529631000748304.post-7862899087316855069</id><published>2011-03-22T13:50:00.036-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T20:02:50.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amococo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We took Eli to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Amococo&lt;/span&gt; this past Friday... What is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Amococo&lt;/span&gt; you ask??? Well I really don't know how to explain it other than a HUGE &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;balloon&lt;/span&gt; type thing that has many little caves inside it. You walk &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;threw&lt;/span&gt; it like a maze. What is so amazing about it is that it is filled with air, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;kinda&lt;/span&gt; like a bounce house and it is made out of the same material but with how it is shaped and the colors of the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;material&lt;/span&gt;, it looks like you are inside a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;kaleidoscope&lt;/span&gt;. Very interesting! But anyway If you want to check it out or read more about it you can read about it &lt;a href="http://www.architects-of-air.com/luminaria/amococo.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyway we took Eli. At first he didn't know what to think about it. He was walking behind Mark just checking everything out, then before we knew it he was running around on his own checking things out and even felt comfortable enough to wander off on his own! Luckily I was right behind him looking for after him but he never even got phased when he didn't see Mark or I he just kept walking and jumping!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We ran across this guy as we walked to the Mesa Art Center... Eli wasn't to sure about him!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fOSRd44GnCg/TYkPztyCAuI/AAAAAAAADwg/mpAH_Ld0QIw/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587014193866998498" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fOSRd44GnCg/TYkPztyCAuI/AAAAAAAADwg/mpAH_Ld0QIw/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Myla&lt;/span&gt; just chilling in her seat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MSItz_Njjn4/TYkPo0U3vjI/AAAAAAAADwY/pT54wf8DEUw/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587014006645177906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MSItz_Njjn4/TYkPo0U3vjI/AAAAAAAADwY/pT54wf8DEUw/s400/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Waiting in line!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8ZOZG1HQah0/TYkPfPsQq_I/AAAAAAAADwQ/Bak0xtnRE-A/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587013842192346098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8ZOZG1HQah0/TYkPfPsQq_I/AAAAAAAADwQ/Bak0xtnRE-A/s400/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Myla&lt;/span&gt; wanted out so Daddy held her while we waited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wfSVJfyzhz4/TYkPYLAUh5I/AAAAAAAADwI/oGiSPePGcYA/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587013720675223442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wfSVJfyzhz4/TYkPYLAUh5I/AAAAAAAADwI/oGiSPePGcYA/s400/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am not sure who Daddy and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Myla&lt;/span&gt; were giving the Evil eye too????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dH_5NbiaHyM/TYkPNx8qWuI/AAAAAAAADwA/019BR5vzYcU/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587013542150298338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dH_5NbiaHyM/TYkPNx8qWuI/AAAAAAAADwA/019BR5vzYcU/s400/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then Eli of course got out and wanted to run around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w9GDlYUGJIk/TYkPFyrWmwI/AAAAAAAADv4/AkibxW15Ky8/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587013404907182850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w9GDlYUGJIk/TYkPFyrWmwI/AAAAAAAADv4/AkibxW15Ky8/s400/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still waiting!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WhzuJLpRmXc/TYkO_V2uyfI/AAAAAAAADvw/KfLANchFi58/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587013294091061746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WhzuJLpRmXc/TYkO_V2uyfI/AAAAAAAADvw/KfLANchFi58/s400/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is what it looks like from the outside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E6ahjOLOe1s/TYkO5A3_ZPI/AAAAAAAADvo/sG7XFmmi4l0/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587013185379984626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E6ahjOLOe1s/TYkO5A3_ZPI/AAAAAAAADvo/sG7XFmmi4l0/s400/8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Once inside, one of the volunteers snapped a family pic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lLSm5_GoxG8/TYkOyqkYWgI/AAAAAAAADvg/A3towAoaiec/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587013076312939010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lLSm5_GoxG8/TYkOyqkYWgI/AAAAAAAADvg/A3towAoaiec/s400/9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Checking it out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vf1IegaVeY8/TYkOqj4OeeI/AAAAAAAADvY/mijoaFLFzA0/s1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587012937078176226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vf1IegaVeY8/TYkOqj4OeeI/AAAAAAAADvY/mijoaFLFzA0/s400/10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Myla&lt;/span&gt; enjoying some of the action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V2aEUhBX_fc/TYkOhydW2aI/AAAAAAAADvQ/0KiyhFjJwCQ/s1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587012786373188002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V2aEUhBX_fc/TYkOhydW2aI/AAAAAAAADvQ/0KiyhFjJwCQ/s400/11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She wasn't so sure about being out of Daddy's arms!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PVbrqMtdcKM/TYkOdVv4kSI/AAAAAAAADvI/NCKEVPFk8iA/s1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587012709946790178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PVbrqMtdcKM/TYkOdVv4kSI/AAAAAAAADvI/NCKEVPFk8iA/s400/12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then Eli got jealous that we were snapping pictures of sissy so he quickly went and started loving on her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2GrgjAw0qs/TYkOThQIsqI/AAAAAAAADvA/GFaMEsFYx8s/s1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587012541236163234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2GrgjAw0qs/TYkOThQIsqI/AAAAAAAADvA/GFaMEsFYx8s/s400/13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-03nxShPvfso/TYkOLgyDfCI/AAAAAAAADu4/zUGdHLxcT_M/s1600/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587012403671039010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-03nxShPvfso/TYkOLgyDfCI/AAAAAAAADu4/zUGdHLxcT_M/s400/14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I tried snapping a pic of Daddy with the kids... this is what we got!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G_NiS6wM_0s/TYkODz1GGHI/AAAAAAAADuw/rfbE5IC1D48/s1600/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587012271345113202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G_NiS6wM_0s/TYkODz1GGHI/AAAAAAAADuw/rfbE5IC1D48/s400/15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;On his own&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1zQC6FxFMDg/TYkN47XgfNI/AAAAAAAADuo/RniPViw2Idk/s1600/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587012084389936338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1zQC6FxFMDg/TYkN47XgfNI/AAAAAAAADuo/RniPViw2Idk/s400/16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Getting a little more comfortable&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iNA01mSovH0/TYkNvGdIduI/AAAAAAAADug/zfYpqqM0koM/s1600/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587011915567625954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iNA01mSovH0/TYkNvGdIduI/AAAAAAAADug/zfYpqqM0koM/s400/17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sI2RZ7By8og/TYkNlZAQPfI/AAAAAAAADuY/OiSfmEbFr6Y/s1600/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587011748748082674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sI2RZ7By8og/TYkNlZAQPfI/AAAAAAAADuY/OiSfmEbFr6Y/s400/18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nSR8jI8xL2U/TYkNc2xg5eI/AAAAAAAADuQ/PIrh7UGEwj0/s1600/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587011602120500706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nSR8jI8xL2U/TYkNc2xg5eI/AAAAAAAADuQ/PIrh7UGEwj0/s400/19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then a lady was so intrigued with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Myla&lt;/span&gt;, she kept saying "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ohh&lt;/span&gt; look at the baby" and she came up to me and asked if I wanted her to take a family pic... Sure won't pass up on that since I am hardly ever in them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5MvWhFm1KE4/TYkNT9VtcdI/AAAAAAAADuI/UjKVuHBwqEM/s1600/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587011449264107986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5MvWhFm1KE4/TYkNT9VtcdI/AAAAAAAADuI/UjKVuHBwqEM/s400/20.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And here are some pictures I took... These without the flash so you can see the full effect of the place! It is truly beautiful and actually kinda relaxing! If we didn't have the kids with us I could have hung out in there for a few hours just relaxing. They say it is suppose to feel like being inside the womb... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ummm&lt;/span&gt; I don't remember being inside the womb maybe &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Myla&lt;/span&gt; liked it! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AlecDEiW2XU/TYkNJ7UtQBI/AAAAAAAADuA/fjhTjmCfie8/s1600/21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587011276924338194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AlecDEiW2XU/TYkNJ7UtQBI/AAAAAAAADuA/fjhTjmCfie8/s400/21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Eyam4MkGQkU/TYkMuu_-IjI/AAAAAAAADt4/9iOu0_Qy9AA/s1600/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587010809759670834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Eyam4MkGQkU/TYkMuu_-IjI/AAAAAAAADt4/9iOu0_Qy9AA/s400/22.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OBbwanzRNAE/TYkMkHhMdtI/AAAAAAAADtw/ALUEWcViJw0/s1600/23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587010627362911954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OBbwanzRNAE/TYkMkHhMdtI/AAAAAAAADtw/ALUEWcViJw0/s400/23.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mFJF5cp5Ds/TYkMdsujyiI/AAAAAAAADto/Z0lyroLThiQ/s1600/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587010517091994146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5mFJF5cp5Ds/TYkMdsujyiI/AAAAAAAADto/Z0lyroLThiQ/s400/24.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fHHBzvZw_XI/TYkMUawCiAI/AAAAAAAADtg/GmvvnNCpCEs/s1600/25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587010357647542274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fHHBzvZw_XI/TYkMUawCiAI/AAAAAAAADtg/GmvvnNCpCEs/s400/25.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZuKFnjnKVMI/TYkMKw1XqoI/AAAAAAAADtY/1KDY3I1u-e8/s1600/26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587010191776787074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZuKFnjnKVMI/TYkMKw1XqoI/AAAAAAAADtY/1KDY3I1u-e8/s400/26.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qZwX7ulJESU/TYkMFmmwHfI/AAAAAAAADtQ/YfS29lniBAc/s1600/27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587010103131774450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qZwX7ulJESU/TYkMFmmwHfI/AAAAAAAADtQ/YfS29lniBAc/s400/27.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MINkS0zZtJM/TYkL8GUBajI/AAAAAAAADtI/4FPATOY88Xc/s1600/28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587009939844459058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MINkS0zZtJM/TYkL8GUBajI/AAAAAAAADtI/4FPATOY88Xc/s400/28.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587009818966694546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y9bGYaNkzKg/TYkL1EAhGpI/AAAAAAAADtA/opmyxcIGX5M/s400/29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7YbhEeJb7Y/TYkLwBGKMBI/AAAAAAAADs4/T8DVn7gcCX8/s1600/30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587009732285706258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7YbhEeJb7Y/TYkLwBGKMBI/AAAAAAAADs4/T8DVn7gcCX8/s400/30.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858529631000748304-7862899087316855069?l=growingpacheco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/feeds/7862899087316855069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2011/03/amococo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/7862899087316855069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/7862899087316855069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2011/03/amococo.html' title='Amococo!'/><author><name>The Pacheco's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561776677820110790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/SW64MSSbWDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rIQEj-QNMvU/S220/karlanMark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fOSRd44GnCg/TYkPztyCAuI/AAAAAAAADwg/mpAH_Ld0QIw/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858529631000748304.post-4253996711698028029</id><published>2011-03-20T22:36:00.015-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T23:04:15.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Godmommy! ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am officially a Godmother to an adorable little guy! My nephew &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rylan&lt;/span&gt;! :) My sister asked if I could be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rylan's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Godmother&lt;/span&gt; a while back and I of course was ecstatic! We went down to my parents the beginning of this month to Baptize him. It was a very nice mass with only two other kids which was very intimate and private! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rylan&lt;/span&gt; was so good the entire time he never cried, he was such a good baby! Mark took over Camera duty before, during and after the ceremony (Thanks Babe, I think he did a great job) while my parents took &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Myla&lt;/span&gt; and Eli for us... My dad kept Eli quiet while my poor mom attempted to keep &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Myla&lt;/span&gt; quiet! I heard her cry 3 times during the mass! Once I was able to nurse her she was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway the mass was held at noon and we celebrated with close family and friends later on in the afternoon at my parents house. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rylan&lt;/span&gt; is very blessed to have so many people love him, there was probably over 60 people who were there to share the day with him! He is such a blessed little guy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;About to start getting him ready!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vaSWTxoVg88/TYbmEC_6vOI/AAAAAAAADsk/lR4ONpmjuDQ/s1600/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586405344998505698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vaSWTxoVg88/TYbmEC_6vOI/AAAAAAAADsk/lR4ONpmjuDQ/s400/1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Kenya and I getting Ry ready. Kenya was also his Godmother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AI3M0VlUSr0/TYbl5J3aHYI/AAAAAAAADsc/rwL51tGu9pU/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586405157863300482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AI3M0VlUSr0/TYbl5J3aHYI/AAAAAAAADsc/rwL51tGu9pU/s400/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These little suits are a lot harder to put on than they seem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yZy0xp4kcdU/TYblzRbQuEI/AAAAAAAADsU/xc3LeABH9eE/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586405056813512770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yZy0xp4kcdU/TYblzRbQuEI/AAAAAAAADsU/xc3LeABH9eE/s400/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Such a good little guy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-REzcreCDqEY/TYblqiPJAEI/AAAAAAAADsM/fE7Ps6Tx-t8/s1600/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586404906707255362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-REzcreCDqEY/TYblqiPJAEI/AAAAAAAADsM/fE7Ps6Tx-t8/s400/4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was probably the only time he cried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ecjK0WwqxBM/TYblij-7xzI/AAAAAAAADsE/Hc4FD26LVxE/s1600/5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586404769737197362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ecjK0WwqxBM/TYblij-7xzI/AAAAAAAADsE/Hc4FD26LVxE/s400/5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Ry and his proud Nina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T9BsRgw8wqg/TYblZ2eF96I/AAAAAAAADr8/z5lQVgfn3GA/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586404620080904098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-T9BsRgw8wqg/TYblZ2eF96I/AAAAAAAADr8/z5lQVgfn3GA/s400/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; His two Nina's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l7kf8S9wZ7M/TYblQ6EyhmI/AAAAAAAADr0/-3vtyIxhW-E/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586404466429691490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l7kf8S9wZ7M/TYblQ6EyhmI/AAAAAAAADr0/-3vtyIxhW-E/s400/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I held his had during the Lord's Prayer and he did not want to let go of my finger afterwards!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-okKtZ0rS8gs/TYblIA4Gc_I/AAAAAAAADrs/0OFl5C0zAzY/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586404313636697074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-okKtZ0rS8gs/TYblIA4Gc_I/AAAAAAAADrs/0OFl5C0zAzY/s400/8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lBnOa7nw_QM/TYbk_OEUtBI/AAAAAAAADrk/5OKj_NRqUS8/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586404162558800914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lBnOa7nw_QM/TYbk_OEUtBI/AAAAAAAADrk/5OKj_NRqUS8/s400/9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586404009829368386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WKZAPH9moYU/TYbk2VGygkI/AAAAAAAADrc/Ok-0O1moYpg/s400/10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sister, bro in law and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rylan&lt;/span&gt; with the Priest after his baptism&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sRfRBg_2cPY/TYbkuenF5AI/AAAAAAAADrU/MnWbG8mlLvE/s1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586403874941821954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sRfRBg_2cPY/TYbkuenF5AI/AAAAAAAADrU/MnWbG8mlLvE/s400/11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Parents/Godparent's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ySq9Z8GNhms/TYbkmFL7daI/AAAAAAAADrM/iGi__eC3F8Q/s1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586403730678052258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ySq9Z8GNhms/TYbkmFL7daI/AAAAAAAADrM/iGi__eC3F8Q/s400/12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Grandparents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KaLpAZN3CjU/TYbkcc3eZ8I/AAAAAAAADrE/_DjwkVgKVbA/s1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586403565236021186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KaLpAZN3CjU/TYbkcc3eZ8I/AAAAAAAADrE/_DjwkVgKVbA/s400/13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tio&lt;/span&gt; Mark, Tia Karla and cousins E &amp;amp; M&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R1GPVP0s4E8/TYbkS06rp1I/AAAAAAAADq8/f0xncFg8rGg/s1600/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586403399893231442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R1GPVP0s4E8/TYbkS06rp1I/AAAAAAAADq8/f0xncFg8rGg/s400/14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Auntie Kenya and Uncle &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Chuy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9t48sFad_Sc/TYbkGBs-jII/AAAAAAAADq0/W2vpZqRr9Po/s1600/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586403179987111042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9t48sFad_Sc/TYbkGBs-jII/AAAAAAAADq0/W2vpZqRr9Po/s400/15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858529631000748304-4253996711698028029?l=growingpacheco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/feeds/4253996711698028029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-godmommy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/4253996711698028029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/4253996711698028029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-godmommy.html' title='I&apos;m a Godmommy! ;)'/><author><name>The Pacheco's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561776677820110790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/SW64MSSbWDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rIQEj-QNMvU/S220/karlanMark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vaSWTxoVg88/TYbmEC_6vOI/AAAAAAAADsk/lR4ONpmjuDQ/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858529631000748304.post-2044198673140471827</id><published>2011-03-17T21:38:00.016-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T22:39:08.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a difference a year will make! Happy St. Patrick's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First of all I think a "Whoa Me" is in order!!! Two days of blogging a row! Someone please toss &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;confetti&lt;/span&gt; up in the air! :) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; Sarcasm aside, I am finally feeling a tad organized, I have been organizing my pics and the desktop that I realized there are tons of pictures that I never got to share because of my slacking! I am not making any promises about blogging more often because we all know how that will go, but I am going to make more of an effort to come on even if it is just sharing one picture a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway Happy St. Patrick's Day! We really didn't do much... The hubby worked late, didn't get home till close to 7 today and I felt pretty bad from my Allergies so the kiddo's and I held down the fort all day! When Mark got home we went out for a quick dinner and to pick up some pills for me. Anyway I was looking back at all of Eli's pictures from last year (Like I said I have been cleaning out the computer) and boy what a difference a year makes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This was our St. Patty's day card last year. Eli was only 8 months old and such a little ham! Well looking back at it, I might have gotten pregnant with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Myla&lt;/span&gt; right around this time last year! Crazy to think that! Anyway in one year we went from this adorable 8 month old....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YVfvj9lNUYE/TYLiAkN4UUI/AAAAAAAADok/8R37hN4iSzw/s1600/final%2Bst%2Bpat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585274987242606914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YVfvj9lNUYE/TYLiAkN4UUI/AAAAAAAADok/8R37hN4iSzw/s400/final%2Bst%2Bpat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;An almost 20 month old little stinker who is still such a ham, and an adorable baby girl who is a week shy of 3 months! Seriously who would have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;taught&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DOx-sDhK_Yo/TYLh8rv0orI/AAAAAAAADoc/78MOaDIz02g/s1600/St.%2BPatty%2527s%2B2011.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585274920544543410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DOx-sDhK_Yo/TYLh8rv0orI/AAAAAAAADoc/78MOaDIz02g/s400/St.%2BPatty%2527s%2B2011.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ohhh&lt;/span&gt;, and I have to toss this one in here because he too was added into our family! 3 1/2 month old nephew/Godson &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rylan&lt;/span&gt;! Isn't this just the most adorable picture EVER! Love him to pieces and then some!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VqICWbnl3Qk/TYLiJZNjSLI/AAAAAAAADos/hV3nji6yfuk/s1600/Ry%2Bst.%2Bpat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 353px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585275138907261106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VqICWbnl3Qk/TYLiJZNjSLI/AAAAAAAADos/hV3nji6yfuk/s400/Ry%2Bst.%2Bpat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We went to the Phoenix Children's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Museum&lt;/span&gt; last week, Eli enjoyed making this St. Patrick's day head piece thingy! Well I helped some... I helped a lot, he just wanted to play with the hole puncher!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-imuMlco31ZA/TYLpW_2pEkI/AAAAAAAADqM/87EVentEQoM/s1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585283069199848002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-imuMlco31ZA/TYLpW_2pEkI/AAAAAAAADqM/87EVentEQoM/s400/12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I tried getting pictures of him wearing it when we got home but no such luck... He was not happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aG20wl9Ac4w/TYLpQDMv3EI/AAAAAAAADqE/UKRs2eVrqOQ/s1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585282949838789698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aG20wl9Ac4w/TYLpQDMv3EI/AAAAAAAADqE/UKRs2eVrqOQ/s400/11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Instead he wanted to wear it as an anklet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E0Cc1CNdXG8/TYLpGklUAeI/AAAAAAAADp8/YPzJ-v3CRWc/s1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 273px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585282787001500130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E0Cc1CNdXG8/TYLpGklUAeI/AAAAAAAADp8/YPzJ-v3CRWc/s400/10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A few days later he found the headpiece again and started playing with it! This time he was actually putting it on himself so I quickly ran and got his St.Patty's shirt and tried to snap some pics since he seemed to be in a good mood!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0V4wYqdy544/TYLo_Zo4daI/AAAAAAAADp0/XGNbYFd7-wo/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585282663804597666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0V4wYqdy544/TYLo_Zo4daI/AAAAAAAADp0/XGNbYFd7-wo/s400/9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Dancing to the Brady Bunch theme song that I sing to him... only with made up lyrics all about Eli! He loves it and will come up to me during the day and move his hand up and down like he is dancing. His form of telling me to sing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dqs9OrugxEc/TYLo6NBAgaI/AAAAAAAADps/OmmndS4jBG4/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585282574516781474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dqs9OrugxEc/TYLo6NBAgaI/AAAAAAAADps/OmmndS4jBG4/s400/8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ohh&lt;/span&gt; and we can't forget his football! The football has to be involved in everything he does! He dances with it, takes it into the potty, and even sleeps with it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hKG9baN9qs4/TYLoxng0piI/AAAAAAAADpk/frU04QM4YZI/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585282427010721314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hKG9baN9qs4/TYLoxng0piI/AAAAAAAADpk/frU04QM4YZI/s400/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ohhh&lt;/span&gt; and at one point he said "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Titi&lt;/span&gt;" (sissy) and he put the head piece on "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Titi&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w4tNSJIE91k/TYLomKIBohI/AAAAAAAADpc/xQaujpQFKBQ/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585282230143525394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-w4tNSJIE91k/TYLomKIBohI/AAAAAAAADpc/xQaujpQFKBQ/s400/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Myla&lt;/span&gt; doesn't look too happy she had to wear it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgoO4qxZ8KI/TYLocUJfnmI/AAAAAAAADpU/PUEe66XOD4Q/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585282061035347554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pgoO4qxZ8KI/TYLocUJfnmI/AAAAAAAADpU/PUEe66XOD4Q/s400/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Myla&lt;/span&gt; started showing off her St.Patty's Day spirit early in the week! She had several shirts and bibs that we went through. Eli actually had two shirts but I didn't realize one of them was a 3T so still big on him, so I just saved it for next year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ydXRPl5Jz6Y/TYLoN0veavI/AAAAAAAADpM/Bvh2zLI0Rfk/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585281812086549234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ydXRPl5Jz6Y/TYLoN0veavI/AAAAAAAADpM/Bvh2zLI0Rfk/s400/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apparently being a Ham runs in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; genes! How cute is she! Little stinker!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3uHcgDKp1Bs/TYLoErdO6HI/AAAAAAAADpE/SMa1XBNxSqw/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585281654975293554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3uHcgDKp1Bs/TYLoErdO6HI/AAAAAAAADpE/SMa1XBNxSqw/s400/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Going out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YO19ojhFk_4/TYLn7s2URdI/AAAAAAAADo8/PepKam1u7E4/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 268px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585281500730115538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YO19ojhFk_4/TYLn7s2URdI/AAAAAAAADo8/PepKam1u7E4/s400/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And this is the only pic I managed to get of them together... Not the best but at least they aren't screaming! That was our eventful, uneventful week! ;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GMZRdY_n78w/TYLl0Cc9WSI/AAAAAAAADo0/VlNvLR-ZVyo/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585279170067126562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GMZRdY_n78w/TYLl0Cc9WSI/AAAAAAAADo0/VlNvLR-ZVyo/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hope everyone had a great St. Patty's day and that everyone stayed safe! 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Happy St. Patrick&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>The Pacheco's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561776677820110790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/SW64MSSbWDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rIQEj-QNMvU/S220/karlanMark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YVfvj9lNUYE/TYLiAkN4UUI/AAAAAAAADok/8R37hN4iSzw/s72-c/final%2Bst%2Bpat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858529631000748304.post-8310858473734612669</id><published>2011-03-16T20:42:00.025-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T23:04:25.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Myla's Birth Story Part Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so I lied about being back the next day... how bout being back 3 weeks later!!!! I remember back when I started the blog I got to blog 2-3 times a week... before Eli and of course before two under two! Now a days it seems nearly impossible for me to get on and blog. My job during the day is taking care of my two stinkers and my job at night (if I can stay awake) is editing pictures well mostly just playing with them right now, I am still learning a lot and have a long way to go with my pics but anyway here I am and WARNING... Maybe a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TMI&lt;/span&gt; post and Picture Overload!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; on with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Myla's&lt;/span&gt; birth story... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Okkkkk&lt;/span&gt;... and for those super sensitive people who don't want to hear (read) all those yucky uncomfortable details about pregnancy, I suggest you skip this post and wait for another one :) You see I am super excited and happy that I got to deliver &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;vaginally&lt;/span&gt; so I tried writing everything down. I was writing down everything on my iPhone (Mark &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;eventually&lt;/span&gt; had to take over the note taking) because I didn't want to forget a single thing! So just beware it might be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TMI&lt;/span&gt; for some so you can't say I didn't warn you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Myla's&lt;/span&gt; birth! So we arrived at the hospital at 3:36 am. They got us into triage right away, we did absolutely no waiting which was awesome. I was the only one in Triage from what I saw because who wants to be in labor on Christmas Eve ***Raises Hand*** &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; me!!! Anyway they were pretty quick with everything. As soon as they showed us to the huge luxury suite they give you aka... cramped, curtain wide open for all to peek, cubicle room they put you in, they made me change from my somewhat decent clothing (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; I honestly don't remember what I was wearing I think I grabbed a shirt that was way too small for me before we left the hose and I consider myself lucky I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;remembered&lt;/span&gt; to put on bottoms before leaving.) into those &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fugly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt; butt showing robes they give you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ughhh&lt;/span&gt;! I went into the bathroom to change and realized I needed to pee... well not only did I pee but I noticed there was something else floating around in there... at first I was a bit concerned and was about to call the nurse when I realized that bloody, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;buggery&lt;/span&gt; stuff floating around in there was the so called Mucus Plug (3:42 am)! That is when I think it finally hit me!!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; we are truly having a baby!!! You see with Eli I feel like I was robbed of a birthing experience so to be able to experience every single little thing about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Myla's&lt;/span&gt; labor was a huge blessing for me to say the least! I was ecstatic to have been able to lose the Mucus Plug as well! I went back out and the Triage nurse did the first of many internals (at 3:45 am) I was going to get that day! She did the internal, confirmed that my water had indeed popped and that I was already 3 cm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dilate&lt;/span&gt;! WOW!!!! I got hooked up to all the monitors, they came in and started and IV, took all my vitals and we just waited... My contractions were pretty strong and very close together so they asked if I wanted an Epidural... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ummmmm&lt;/span&gt; what kind of question is that!?!?! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ummm&lt;/span&gt; YES I want it! I am too much of a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wimp&lt;/span&gt; to have refused it, although before getting there I thought I was tough and was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;convinced&lt;/span&gt; I was going to do it natural and drug free.... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;uhhh&lt;/span&gt; yeah &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;whatever&lt;/span&gt;, that thought was pretty much out the door at the first sign of pain! Since my contractions were close they ended up wheeling me over to Labor and Delivery at 4:34 am, they got me situated there with my nurses and immediately brought in the anesthesiologist to start the Epidural. They put in the Epidural at 4:50 am... I thought it would be pretty &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;breezy&lt;/span&gt; after that but the Epidural didn't work! My contractions were still pretty strong and close together so they gave me Magnesium at 5:40 am to try and calm them I guess (I don't remember)... My nurse came back in at 5:50 and did the 3rd internal since getting there! I had only &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dilated&lt;/span&gt; .5 cm so I was at 3.5 cm. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grrrrr&lt;/span&gt;... you would think with all the hand up the lady parts exams they do the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dilating&lt;/span&gt; would speed along. Lucky for me I had a very petite Doctor and Nurse so I was very blessed to not feel any pain when they did their "Checks". My Doctor came in and ordered for me to get a second Epidural, so at 6:02 am I went through the whole needle down your back again, only this time it hurt a lot more than the first time :( about 20 minutes after the second was put in I started feeling pretty darn good! :) At 6:55 my doctor came in and guess what? Yup she did another hand up the lady part check and I was at 4 cm already! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Woot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;woot&lt;/span&gt;... From then on I was feeling pretty good. I was still feeling the contractions only they weren't the bent over in pain type of contractions, the pain was tolerable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everyone &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;kept&lt;/span&gt; telling me to sleep that I would need all my energy later on, but I was just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tooooo&lt;/span&gt; excited... The hubby did fall asleep on the chair for a good hour but I was on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt;, making phone calls, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt;... just super anxious, but overall I think pretty relaxed. At 8:53 am I was already at 6 cm so progressing really well. My mom and sister showed up at about 9:30 am and I only got more excited :) Mark dozed of and on and at about 10 am he left to go to the shop! YUP that is right, my husband left while I was at about 7 cm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dilated&lt;/span&gt; to go to the office!!!! He had something important he needed to go take care of, anyway I had another &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;internal&lt;/span&gt; at 10:30 am and I was floating around 7-8 cm! My doctor was very excited I was progressing so nicely! But then I started feeling the contractions a lot, they were very painful and I just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; moaning a lot. At 11:30 I was still floating at about 8 cm but that was it. They continued to come in and check and nothing... I was starting to tense up from the pain and I guess that was slowing my progression. I would tell the nurse every time she would come in that it hurt a lot but she was blowing me off!!!! Finally when my doctor came in she noticed that I was in a lot of pain and had had no progress, she then noticed that my Epidural had been set wrong... It was too light for my height and weight so I was not getting enough drugs on it which is why I had been feeling the pain the entire time! At 1:30 pm she ordered a booster shot. I started feeling that pretty fast. Too fast, that my entire body went numb... I was even feeling it up to my neck! I started to panic because I felt like I could not breath. I remember getting some ice chips and that was my only relief from the numbness. I was able to feel the cold from the ice when I swallowed so I just wanted ice chips to keep me calm. They came back in at 1:55 and I was already &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dilated&lt;/span&gt; to 9 cm so the Epidural &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;obviously&lt;/span&gt; worked this last time since I had been stagnant at 8 for a long time! At 2:28 I was finally a 10!!!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Woot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Woot&lt;/span&gt;, They called in extra nurses and got me ready to start pushing. At 2:35 they had me start to push.... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ummm&lt;/span&gt; only that didn't work, I was so numb I couldn't even push!!!! I couldn't even feel myself trying! So then they stopped the epidural and waited until I started feeling a pain again! They adjusted my position at 3:00 pm and they had me start pushing again. This time I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;defiantly&lt;/span&gt; feeling it!!!! I think I had 5 big contractions that I pushed through. Everything went by so fast once I was able to feel myself pushing! I am not going to lie, it was painful, but not unbearable. In all honesty I think the movies and TV make it seem far worse than it actually is. The hardest part of it all I think was recomposing myself after each push... I felt so out of breath, so light headed like I was going to pass out. I felt like I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bearly&lt;/span&gt; starting to breath when I had to start pushing again. The so called "Ring of Fire" or "Crowing" was not what I expected. I sure did feel it, it does burn but like I said, nothing like I had anticipated. I think that my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_45" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;migraines&lt;/span&gt; have been a lot more painful than the "Ring of Fire" I pushed for a total of 8 minutes! Yup that is all 8 minutes!!!! At 3:08 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_46" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Myla&lt;/span&gt; Faith was born... With a head full of beautiful dark hair! ;) She weighed in at 7 lbs 4.7 oz and was 21 inches long! I had a very bad tear and ended up getting two &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_47" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hemorrhoids&lt;/span&gt;! Yeah not so fun! The doctor stitched me up while &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_48" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Myla&lt;/span&gt; got checked. They had to suction her out because it turns out she had actually pooped while in the belly and some had gotten in her mouth. But other than that she was pretty good! Great color, breathing well, active and crying! :) Once I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_49" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;delivered&lt;/span&gt; the placenta, got stitched up, I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_50" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; got to hold my baby girl! It was by far the most amazing experience I have ever had. I would do a natural birth vs. a C-section any day! The pain is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_51" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;overrated&lt;/span&gt;, and recovery is fast... very fast. I was in the bathroom 1 and a half after giving birth despite my tear and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_52" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hemorrhoids&lt;/span&gt;. I think the most uncomfortable thing of the entire experience is the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_53" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;catheter&lt;/span&gt;! I loved &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_54" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;birthing&lt;/span&gt; my daughter and only makes me wish I could have done so with Eli. At least I was blessed enough to have experienced both. I could not be happier right now. I have my baby boy and my baby girl! I have always said that I want four kids, and I still do! But if this is all God sends me, I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_55" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with it. I consider myself truly blessed. Thank you God for such an amazing pregnancy, and labor experience! I would do it all over again in a heartbeat, the end result is truly worth it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In all my Glory... Pushing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pzo5HACEwqU/TYGQHcIPNBI/AAAAAAAADoA/KXJjalA7Pag/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584903470400353298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pzo5HACEwqU/TYGQHcIPNBI/AAAAAAAADoA/KXJjalA7Pag/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Welcome to the world baby girl... 3:08 pm Dec. 24, 2010&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fkKK9hdJutg/TYGPtYEMmYI/AAAAAAAADn4/0DgsSHTapBU/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584903022633064834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fkKK9hdJutg/TYGPtYEMmYI/AAAAAAAADn4/0DgsSHTapBU/s400/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_56" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Myla&lt;/span&gt; Faith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D3km9I4YjkQ/TYGPaSMUc1I/AAAAAAAADnw/-IjXKty0hVA/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584902694639006546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D3km9I4YjkQ/TYGPaSMUc1I/AAAAAAAADnw/-IjXKty0hVA/s400/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7 lbs 4.7 oz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I4gJ4ywUXFo/TYGPSyCYqHI/AAAAAAAADno/k2w_qPi6xWY/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584902565748320370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-I4gJ4ywUXFo/TYGPSyCYqHI/AAAAAAAADno/k2w_qPi6xWY/s400/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;21 inches long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584902261163161266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Lvgr3cWzNK4/TYGPBDXn9rI/AAAAAAAADng/Gq5lrAPdP14/s400/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She came out with a tad of a cone head!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GG01PSeGKKQ/TYGOrXuptXI/AAAAAAAADnY/o36IDj0S7oM/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584901888671331698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GG01PSeGKKQ/TYGOrXuptXI/AAAAAAAADnY/o36IDj0S7oM/s400/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LXfLCvQxysg/TYGOMcEbf5I/AAAAAAAADnI/4uzMzkIk-I0/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584901357260472210" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LXfLCvQxysg/TYGOMcEbf5I/AAAAAAAADnI/4uzMzkIk-I0/s400/9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KJyyYZdxUA8/TYGN6j-12MI/AAAAAAAADnA/LYCGeiDdNQM/s1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584901050146871490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KJyyYZdxUA8/TYGN6j-12MI/AAAAAAAADnA/LYCGeiDdNQM/s400/10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hello World&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5fdQgDyB4eI/TYGNclTD1xI/AAAAAAAADm4/lNq5KZ6mtfo/s1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584900535104034578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5fdQgDyB4eI/TYGNclTD1xI/AAAAAAAADm4/lNq5KZ6mtfo/s400/11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Finally got to hold her!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h0pUmqPV5Aw/TYGMgD5b5cI/AAAAAAAADmw/J8EySl0dpd8/s1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584899495346038210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h0pUmqPV5Aw/TYGMgD5b5cI/AAAAAAAADmw/J8EySl0dpd8/s400/12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Looking my best! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_57" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BzxRU7sK0Dw/TYGMMXFiqNI/AAAAAAAADmo/IwgDoPvaOg8/s1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584899156899702994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BzxRU7sK0Dw/TYGMMXFiqNI/AAAAAAAADmo/IwgDoPvaOg8/s400/13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Beautiful Girl&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J3D1coiiVI0/TYGL4SbC-QI/AAAAAAAADmg/7gYeSy-89ZY/s1600/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584898812050340098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J3D1coiiVI0/TYGL4SbC-QI/AAAAAAAADmg/7gYeSy-89ZY/s400/14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J93BS66qPLM/TYGLfzoQXBI/AAAAAAAADmY/cmuS4ljfdMc/s1600/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584898391467383826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J93BS66qPLM/TYGLfzoQXBI/AAAAAAAADmY/cmuS4ljfdMc/s400/15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Daddy sharing a moment with her before we got to take her home!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ny6CQ-F4Pwk/TYGLJwQIP6I/AAAAAAAADmQ/q3qOw_GaSbM/s1600/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584898012603760546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ny6CQ-F4Pwk/TYGLJwQIP6I/AAAAAAAADmQ/q3qOw_GaSbM/s400/16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uHoNLYvQvjY/TYGK-9zlBpI/AAAAAAAADmI/PEgM1i_DNuY/s1600/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 267px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584897827263547026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uHoNLYvQvjY/TYGK-9zlBpI/AAAAAAAADmI/PEgM1i_DNuY/s400/17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;What an amazing gift we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_58" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt;! I would love to find gifts like her under my tree every year! ;) J/K not every year! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_59" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r_mPYYucKFU/TYGKwdy0-mI/AAAAAAAADmA/HOhLK6Ihhno/s1600/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584897578152295010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r_mPYYucKFU/TYGKwdy0-mI/AAAAAAAADmA/HOhLK6Ihhno/s400/18.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her first Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9rI7fdAlc/TYGKeY_4S7I/AAAAAAAADl4/B8E9WvSG41c/s1600/19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584897267627215794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9l9rI7fdAlc/TYGKeY_4S7I/AAAAAAAADl4/B8E9WvSG41c/s400/19.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858529631000748304-8310858473734612669?l=growingpacheco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/feeds/8310858473734612669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2011/03/mylas-birth-story-part-two.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/8310858473734612669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/8310858473734612669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2011/03/mylas-birth-story-part-two.html' title='Myla&apos;s Birth Story Part Two'/><author><name>The Pacheco's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561776677820110790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/SW64MSSbWDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rIQEj-QNMvU/S220/karlanMark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pzo5HACEwqU/TYGQHcIPNBI/AAAAAAAADoA/KXJjalA7Pag/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858529631000748304.post-707752521031904848</id><published>2011-02-22T21:40:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T23:25:45.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Myla's Birth Story Part One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; since she will be two months in a few days I figured I should quit the slacking and write her birth story! I have been good about keeping track of her little milestones on my phone but it is really hard for me to blog! Before I would blog downstairs from my laptop but Eli killed it before the holidays. He downloaded a virus and I obviously can't use it so I need to wait until both kids are in bed and do all my editing and computer stuff at night and in all honesty some days it's tough, all I want to do is crash so blogging is far back in my priorities :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway I figured I should write out little girls Birth Story before too much time passes or I lose my phone and all my notes in it! Since I LOVE to write, her birth story is going to be written in two posts! This first will be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-Hospital! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well we went in to our regular scheduled appointment with my OB on December 23rd. I was 60% effaced and only 1 cm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dilated&lt;/span&gt;. The doctor started talking C-Section since I was not progressing much. She even went as far as to schedule a c-section for January 3rd. I started crying right in the room because I really wanted to try for a vaginal birth. I think she felt bad for me and said they would consider inducing me once I was there at the hospital with hopes that things would progress, if they didn't then they would proceed with the C-Section. I went home crying and very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt;. All I ever wanted was to be able to experience a natural birth and if we ever go for a third baby I knew that they would have a hard time considering a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VBACC&lt;/span&gt; with two previous c-sections. Anyway once home I wrapped a few more gifts, played with Eli and I had a few fruit baskets I put together for a few &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;neighbors&lt;/span&gt; that needed to be delivered. I put Eli in the stroller and we headed off. We walked around for about a hour and a half hoping to get things going, I finally &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;delivered&lt;/span&gt; the last fruit basket to our next door &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;neighbors&lt;/span&gt; (an older couple who just moved in about 4 months ago) and Mary insisted that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Myla&lt;/span&gt; would arrive on Christmas Eve... in fact every time she had seen me prior to this she always insisted that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Myla&lt;/span&gt; would arrive on Christmas Eve... When she said she would arrive tomorrow I politely laughed and told her it was very unlikely since I had ZERO progression at that mornings appointment. After a short chat with them and Eli getting some cookies we headed back in the house. I spoke to a few friends one of whom had been insisting I take Castor Oil... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ummmmmmm&lt;/span&gt; NO YUCK!!!! So I quickly refused her suggestion and called my mother in law to let her know where we stood. At this point it looked like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Myla&lt;/span&gt; would arrive January 3rd, I mentioned the Castor Oil to her who also made the comment that she had heard it worked. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt; OK.... I also talked to an e-friend who swears that it worked for her friends. After thinking about it I went online and researched it, side effects, taste, where to get it. I talked to my friend again and she insisted that it worked. She finally &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;convinced&lt;/span&gt; me and I called Mark to stop and grab some after work.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You have to understand that by this point I was pretty uncomfortable, you see little Miss &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Myla&lt;/span&gt; decided to camp out right on my pelvic area. We didn't know she was sunny side up until delivery time which explains all my pain. It was really hard for me to walk without feeling like I was going to poop the poor thing out. As much as I wanted her out I honestly didn't believe that the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Castor&lt;/span&gt; oil would work so at 9:30 pm that night I mixed in two tablespoons into a smoothie. I thought it would taste horrible but to my surprise it wasn't that bad. Mark and I watched TV for a bit and I was just waiting for the side effects to kick in... Everything I read said it caused &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Diarrhea&lt;/span&gt; so I patiently waited for it it.... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ummm&lt;/span&gt; I only went to the bathroom once and wasn't feeling anything else. We went to bed around 11:00 pm and I felt perfectly normal. I had some mild cramping but I knew that was caused my the so called "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Diarrhea&lt;/span&gt;" well at around midnight I started feeling contractions! Again I didn't think much of it since I had been having contractions for about a month and nothing had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; so I just rolled over and tried to go back to sleep. They were a little stronger than my usual ones so I was having a hard time getting comfortable. It took me a while to realize that they were actually pretty consistent and about 5 minutes apart! Finally at 1:00 am I got up and went to pee. After getting back in bed I felt like I wet my undies so I went to the bathroom cleaned myself and changed. I didn't think much of my "Bladder Control" since it had become really normal to let a bit out when I sneezed or coughed lately. So I put on new underwear a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pantyliner&lt;/span&gt; and went back to bed. A few minutes later I felt wet again, a little more this time so I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; got up, changed again. I sat back on the bed and woke Mark up letting him know that I thought my water broke. He looked at me like I was crazy since there was no sign of an excess amount of water anywhere. I told him I kept leaking fluid and even as we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;spoke&lt;/span&gt; I could feel it. He looked at the spot where I was sitting and said there isn't even anything there! I looked down and he was right, it wasn't even wet... but then I remembered I was wearing a pantyliner, I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; go up (at 1:26 am December 24) and a HUGE &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;amount&lt;/span&gt; of fluid just came gushing out! It was crazy, I never knew it would be like that! It was really warm and felt very weird because I could not control it, it just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kept&lt;/span&gt; coming! I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; looked at Mark and said "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SEEEEEE&lt;/span&gt;" The mood &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; changed then when I got my first Really bad contraction, I actually had to bend over from the pain. Mark started running around finishing our hospital bag since it was only &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;partially&lt;/span&gt; finished. We had not been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;concerned&lt;/span&gt; about finishing it since we thought we had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;plenty&lt;/span&gt; of time :) Oops! I started telling him to get all the camera's and stuff together, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Myla's&lt;/span&gt; bag was packed and in all reality the only thing I really needed to take in my opinion was my camera's! (Yeah I know I am horrible) We called our parents and let them know that it was time! My parents got everything ready to head up to Phoenix and we had to figure out what we were going to do with Eli. I had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;plenty&lt;/span&gt; of people offer to watch him when the time came but with it being Christmas Eve the only people I wanted was family so we called and aunt to come over and watch him. Mark finished getting everything ready and I hopped into the shower.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This whole time while Mark got everything ready I had been sitting on out computer chair making phone calls, posting on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; and soaking through three towels! When I thought the water had stopped I decided to get a shower. At this point the contractions were pretty strong. I "labored" in the shower for probably a good 45 minutes just letting hot water fall on my back. They started getting stronger and were about 4 minutes apart so I decided it was time to get out of the shower and head to the hospital. After letting my aunt know where all of Eli's things were at, what time he wakes up, where the extra &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;paci&lt;/span&gt; was at, what he liked for breakfast, juice (EVERYTHING) yes I was panicking :) I was scared to leave my baby and felt horrible that I couldn't go give him a kiss in fear of waking him up. I knew everything would be so different next time he saw us. Anyway I told her probably way more information than she needed to know and Mark and I finally headed to the hospital. On the drive there my contractions intensified I would &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; say on a scale from 1-10 they were about an 8. Mark was talking to me I guess trying to distract me but I do not remember a single word he said! I remember him telling me to open my Christmas present... he was so insistent on it and I pretty much told him to shut up that the dang Christmas present was the last thing on my mind to just drive!!!!! He seemed a little hurt so I opened it and saw it was a yoga ball! I had been asking for one to sit on so I could relieve some of the pressure &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Myla&lt;/span&gt; had been causing so he had gotten me one so I could use it to labor with at the hospital! How sweet is he!!!! Well in the excitement/pain of it all, the Yoga Ball was forgotten in the car when we got to the hospital and was never used! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Booooo&lt;/span&gt;! We arrived at the hospital at 3:36 am!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Stay tuned for Part Two! Hopefuly coming tomorrow night! :) And for now I leave you with a few of Eli's pre sister pictures.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is what we dealt with every day! He was upset I did not give him more cookies!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576757048362891090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0FvEMwZMJ8A/TWSe_RJTd1I/AAAAAAAADVs/rKvVtUARK2Q/s400/DSC09482.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He came over to me and was whining for "Tookies"... I said "no more"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576757349539679986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gqxpxECyJeA/TWSfQzHcjvI/AAAAAAAADV0/dVtmwimkW_A/s400/DSC09483.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Finally decided his paci would have to do!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576757539702071746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6dK6UDNTHM/TWSfb3hsYcI/AAAAAAAADV8/VShk_HL0Q0g/s400/DSC09484.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He loves Coffee and knows those Starbucks cups a little too well! He stole it off the kitchen table!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576759272873114290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zWa6_oemBbA/TWShAwF3urI/AAAAAAAADWE/Ywjqw-y9pVk/s400/DSC09372.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is what he did after he had a caffine rush... was dancing on top of one of my ribbon boxes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576765099138042530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dW-LceqxBI0/TWSmT4nrSqI/AAAAAAAADWs/anu1MEHnugI/s400/DSC09373.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Destroying Gingerbread houses at Nana's house&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576761055425879474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hATukUiHSXQ/TWSiognkXbI/AAAAAAAADWU/Hbf8ZBnLdsA/s400/IMG_2333.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then he figured out he could eat them!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576760296234764818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zRtHYmZip7k/TWSh8UaTShI/AAAAAAAADWM/TNzdmSGRHK0/s400/IMG_2325.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Helping Tata light a fire!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576763172543160882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nI9CAMkzQ0o/TWSkjvfqYjI/AAAAAAAADWc/2n8Mr65WkRo/s400/IMG_2379.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Trying to be too helpful! We grilled some oysters!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576763670496264322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-853WUCoB4r4/TWSlAug7wII/AAAAAAAADWk/HFZgmcOMSm8/s400/IMG_2381.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858529631000748304-707752521031904848?l=growingpacheco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/feeds/707752521031904848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2011/02/mylas-birth-story-part-one.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/707752521031904848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/707752521031904848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2011/02/mylas-birth-story-part-one.html' title='Myla&apos;s Birth Story Part One'/><author><name>The Pacheco's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561776677820110790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/SW64MSSbWDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rIQEj-QNMvU/S220/karlanMark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0FvEMwZMJ8A/TWSe_RJTd1I/AAAAAAAADVs/rKvVtUARK2Q/s72-c/DSC09482.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858529631000748304.post-129332710912054635</id><published>2011-01-08T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T10:53:18.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anything Like Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;For our son...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics to Brad Paisley's song "Anything Like Me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I remember saying I don't care either way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just as long as he or she is healthy I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then the doctor pointed to the corner of the screen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And said "You see that thing right there well you know what that means"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And I started wondering who he was going to be&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I thought heave help us if he is anything like me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He'll probably climb a tree too tall and ride his bike to fast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;End up every summer wearing something in a cast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's gonna throw a ball and break some glass &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;in a window down the street&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's gonna get in trouble oh he's gonna get in fights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm gonna lose my temper and some sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's safe to say that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm gonna get my payback if he's anything like me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can see him right now knees all skinned up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With a magnifying glass trying to melt a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tonka&lt;/span&gt; truck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Won't he be a sight with his football helmet on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;That'll&lt;/span&gt; be his first love til his first love comes along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He'll get his heart broke by the time he's in his teens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And heaven help him if he's anything like me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He'll probably stay out too late and drive his car too fast&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get a speeding ticket he'll pay for mowing grass&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's gonna get caught skipping class and be grounded for a week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's gonna get in trouble we're gonna get in fights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm gonna lose my temper and some sleep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's safe to say that I'm gonna get my payback if he's anything like me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He's gonna love me and hate me along the way&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Years are gonna fly by I already dread the day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's gonna hug his momma, he's gonna shake my hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He's gonna act like he cant wait to leave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But as he drives out he'll cry his eyes out If he's anything like me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There's worse folks to be like Aw he'll be alright if he's anything like me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eli, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When Daddy and Mommy first heard this song a few months ago we couldn't help but laugh! And we laughed hard because it described you to a T! After the song was over Mommy of course started crying while Daddy was still smirking! Now every time it comes on while we are in the car, Daddy turns up the volume and we smile! There are certain parts to the song that we already see happening! When we were picking out the the rock to put into the backyard we ended up going with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Pea gravel&lt;/span&gt; (The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;smallest&lt;/span&gt; rocks we could find) because the first thing Daddy and I thought of when looking at the bigger rock was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't you see this ending up through a window? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It's a good thing we did go with the smaller rock because we were correct you LOVE to toss rocks at everything and anything even the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;neighbors&lt;/span&gt; cat! You are ALL boy and are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;constantly&lt;/span&gt; climbing on things, over things just because you can, you try and run too fast, faster than your little body can go right now and end up face planting the floor, you have bruises all over and already have two scars from skinning your knee and elbow! When you were a bit younger we took you into the doctor and her words to us when we were leaving were "We will see you back here in a couple of years for broken bones and stitches!... He is going to be one of those boys"!!! Yup, she actually said that to us, that she could already tell, and from what we have seen already with you, we have a feeling she was right in her words! But the part of the song that gets me every single time is this one here;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I can see him right now knees all skinned up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;With a magnifying glass trying to melt a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tonka&lt;/span&gt; Truck"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We have been wanting to get you a nice &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tonka&lt;/span&gt; Truck... however all of the ones we have seen are plastic! We want a nice metal one for you because just like the song, I have a very clear picture of our future with you... Daddy and I can already see you out in the backyard, covered in dirt and just like the song says, your poor little knees all skinned up "playing" with that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tonka&lt;/span&gt; Truck. We sure have our work cut out with you kiddo. We know it already. We know there are many frustrations and tears to come as you already test us in every way possible! We know there will be many trial and error methods to our parenting style with you and we will &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;eventually&lt;/span&gt; get it :) We have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; lost sleep already trying to think of the "right" way to handle some of your behavior's but I guess there really isn't a right way, we will just have to work together, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;eventually&lt;/span&gt; you will get to a point where we can reason with you and you will understand. These last two weeks have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; been the hardest on us but know that we love you Eli and we would not have you any other way because then it would just not be you! You are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; one of a kind! And as excited as we are to see every single chapter in your life, like getting your license and such I already dread the day that you will leave. I have a very hard time listening to the end of the song because I just can't. We love you Eli and thank you for being you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Daddy &amp;amp; Mommy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858529631000748304-129332710912054635?l=growingpacheco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/feeds/129332710912054635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2011/01/anything-like-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/129332710912054635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/129332710912054635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2011/01/anything-like-me.html' title='Anything Like Me'/><author><name>The Pacheco's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561776677820110790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/SW64MSSbWDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rIQEj-QNMvU/S220/karlanMark.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858529631000748304.post-1520419788215177607</id><published>2011-01-01T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T17:10:28.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Start 2011 of right!</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year 2011!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now with that said, I know I was HORRIBLE at my blogging the last half of 2010. I got a lot of complaints from some family members and some friends that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; did religiously check our blog... I thought I was just writing for myself and my mom ;) So thank you guys and I promise to be better this year. I guess this first post will be for me... There are a few things I would like to get out there and maybe a few of you have suggestions for me :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;First of all, I want to say that we are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; a family of FOUR!!!!! Yup, we welcomed our little girl &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Myla&lt;/span&gt; Faith on Christmas Eve of all days! But I promise to write a birth story soon so I can start documenting everything again!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Eli is currently 17 months old and is having a hard time adjusting to being a big brother. He does run to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Myla&lt;/span&gt; when she cries and doesn't try to hurt her or anything but he does get upset when I am holding her and can't hold him. I am hoping this passes soon because it is really hard on me having to watch him cry on the floor, I feel like he thinks he was replaced which breaks my heart. I try and kiss him, hug him, and just plain love on him as much as I can but he obviously knows that things are different now. But anyway a post on just Eli later too! ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And now on to me and why I have been MIA. In all honesty I had a harder time with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Myla's&lt;/span&gt; pregnancy than I ever did with Eli. The last couple of months were probably the hardest, I ended up getting morning sickness in the last &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tri&lt;/span&gt; and she hung out pretty low the entire time which caused a lot of pain and discomfort for me, not to mention taking care of Eli with a Belly was not the easiest task. The kiddo does not stop for a second and is constantly getting himself into trouble! I also had a very hard time &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;emotionally&lt;/span&gt;. Mark has been gone for work a lot and is working pretty much 7 days a week now (he does get an occasional weekend off a month) but he is gone more than he is ever home. He gets home on average around 6:30 -7:30 we eat, on the days he can play with Eli he does, he puts Eli to bed at 8:00 pm and then we go to bed, He gets up at 4:30 am and is gone before I ever even get up. I spent the last half of 2010 very emotional because I felt like a single mom and I am having a very hard time getting used to the idea that at least the start of 2011 doesn't look like it will be any different other than now I have a newborn and a toddler to look after. I know I sound like I am exaggerating but really he is gone all the time... Even on Christmas Eve, I was in active labor and already at 6 cm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;dilated&lt;/span&gt; and he had to leave the hospital for an hour and a half to go into the office! So all you crazy ladies/mommies that follow please pray for me... Please pray that God gives me patience, energy, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;strength&lt;/span&gt; to get through this emotional hump I have hit. With all the crying I have been doing lately and how down I feel half the time I fear I will end up getting post-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;partum&lt;/span&gt; depression or something like that. I need to be able to feel &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; for our babies and I try, I really try to stay optimistic, I try and keep my mind occupied and I try and get together with my support group but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;eventually&lt;/span&gt; it all gets to me and I end up breaking down. Eli saw me break down a few times and I could tell he was concerned so I have been very good about holding it in but I know that is not good for me either to keep it bottled up. I pray at night myself and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;occasionally&lt;/span&gt; during the day, I know I will get through these feelings I just hope it is fast. If any of you have gone through this and have any suggestions please call me, email me and let me know what you did to overcome them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And here are a few pics of my babies... I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; really done much editing or anything these are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;SOOC&lt;/span&gt; (Straight out of camera) pictures and what you guys will be getting for a while. I don't want to spend my time editing because then I would never update. So here is a bit of overexposure overload :) I have also finally took my camera off portrait mode and have been playing with it on manual which is why they are overexposed... I will figure it out soon enough :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My little sleeping beauty! Her new nickname is Princess Rory (thanks to her auntie) after Princess Aurora from Sleeping Beauty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557368593655184338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TR-9Sq66u9I/AAAAAAAADBw/Q1eNwqe0New/s400/myla%2Bwater.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Mommy what the heck is that huge black thing in my face"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557368366735564914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TR-9FdlEIHI/AAAAAAAADBo/n38x4DIWiKM/s400/myla%2Bcam%2Bwater.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And my little man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557368082979456034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TR-808gVhCI/AAAAAAAADBg/EDOfObt0eVI/s400/eli%2Bwater.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858529631000748304-1520419788215177607?l=growingpacheco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/feeds/1520419788215177607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2011/01/start-2011-of-right.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/1520419788215177607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/1520419788215177607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2011/01/start-2011-of-right.html' title='Start 2011 of right!'/><author><name>The Pacheco's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561776677820110790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/SW64MSSbWDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rIQEj-QNMvU/S220/karlanMark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TR-9Sq66u9I/AAAAAAAADBw/Q1eNwqe0New/s72-c/myla%2Bwater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858529631000748304.post-8765333864704733075</id><published>2010-10-19T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T20:32:18.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing with the Stars &amp; Eli</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so Eli LOVES to dance!!! As soon as he hears music he starts moving his little body it! He &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; has &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Latin&lt;/span&gt; blood in him, granted at this point I think the poor thing has taken after his daddy with his dancing moves... anyway at least he is not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; at this point!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We have been watching Dancing with the Stars on Monday's then we watch the results on Tuesday's... well we noticed that it is the ONLY time that Eli watches TV even for a sec... At this point he still has no interest in TV but for some reason when he hears music on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DWTS&lt;/span&gt; he is all over it! Then when the music stops he actually gets upset at us and starts signing "More" with his hands... He &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;obviously&lt;/span&gt; doesn't understand that Mommy &amp;amp; Daddy can't control the music on the TV at this point!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;So if you watch closely he is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mimicking&lt;/span&gt; the entertainer on there... When there is a close up on the TV, you actually see the guy turning around with his arms wide open which is what Eli was doing! Then at the end notice Eli starts to sign "More" once the music has stopped! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hope you enjoy our little stinker as much as we did! His daddy is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;convinced&lt;/span&gt; that we dance while he is at work... Maybe we do, maybe we don't Daddy! ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b7afec522f653438" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db7afec522f653438%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331997875%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7EF531A7F888F88C9FA9710783243C088456C969.2A04D52A11C59F38C31ED10174AC9EC2ACE4E264%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db7afec522f653438%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4k61zU0_wFLm5UonOqCoq2a_kZM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db7afec522f653438%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331997875%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7EF531A7F888F88C9FA9710783243C088456C969.2A04D52A11C59F38C31ED10174AC9EC2ACE4E264%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db7afec522f653438%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4k61zU0_wFLm5UonOqCoq2a_kZM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858529631000748304-8765333864704733075?l=growingpacheco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/feeds/8765333864704733075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/10/dancing-with-stars-eli.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/8765333864704733075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/8765333864704733075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/10/dancing-with-stars-eli.html' title='Dancing with the Stars &amp; Eli'/><author><name>The Pacheco's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561776677820110790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/SW64MSSbWDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rIQEj-QNMvU/S220/karlanMark.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858529631000748304.post-9030267816148571213</id><published>2010-09-28T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T07:55:36.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter to our Son...</title><content type='html'>Dear Eli,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Daddy &amp;amp; Mommy are going on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vacation&lt;/span&gt; today. We will be going up to New York but we promise you to only be away for a week. The more we think about it we might cut it short a few days because we already miss you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; much! We had planned on taking you with us the entire time we had been planning the trip but up to a few days ago we decided that it would be best for you to stay with Nana &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tata&lt;/span&gt;. You see our little stinker, you are a very active little boy! We decided it would not be in your best intentions to take you with us and put you through a 9 hour day of airports, and airplanes, Taxi's and subway's! You need to be up and running around most of the day to burn off all that energy you have inside your little body. We also did not like the idea of exposing you to all those germs  even though we prepared you as best we could and had you get your flu shot a few weeks ago. We also didn't want to and keep you confined in an airplane for such a long period of time. We knew you would not handle it well at this point. Nana and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Tata&lt;/span&gt; made a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt; trip to Phoenix yesterday just to come pick you up so you could spend the week playing and getting spoiled by them! You were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; excited too and Mommy could not stop crying when I put you in your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;carseat&lt;/span&gt; and you were just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; eager to go with them! I know you are in the best of hands we could ask for and you will be very well taken care of. Too well if you ask me, I think Daddy and I might have some issues when we get back getting you back to a routine because we just know that Nana &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Tata&lt;/span&gt; will let you sleep with them and spoil you with cookies, ice cream and toys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just know that if we had planned a shorter trip maybe 2 or 3 days we would have taken you with us in a heartbeat! In fact Daddy was still saying last night that we still had time to go pick you up and bring you with us! We really do want you to have been able to be a part of this and you have no idea how hard it has been on us knowing that we will go a week without seeing you! We just can't stand the thought of not being able to hold you and kiss you at any moment in the day, or have you wrap your arms around us, lift up or shirts to look at our belly button or blow raspberries on our tummies! You are such a silly little boy! We will miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; EVERYTHING about you, yes this includes your dirty little diapers! Actually I think Daddy is happy he can pass that along to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Tata&lt;/span&gt; for a week :) Yesterday was the hardest day for us Eli! Mommy has not been away from you a single day or a single night since you have been born and I am having a hard time dealing with it. We love you little guy, you are the best thing that has ever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; to us and we can't wait to get back to you! Please have fun and enjoy your little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;vacation&lt;/span&gt; as well! We will miss you every single day and every single minute of this trip! See you soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We LOVE YOU SO MUCH Eli Warner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Daddy &amp;amp; Mommy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P.S. - Please remind your Nana to document everything you do for us! I know she will do a great job taking daily pictures of you, but Mommy &amp;amp; Daddy really don't want to miss a single moment of your life! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858529631000748304-9030267816148571213?l=growingpacheco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/feeds/9030267816148571213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/09/letter-to-our-son.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/9030267816148571213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/9030267816148571213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/09/letter-to-our-son.html' title='A letter to our Son...'/><author><name>The Pacheco's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561776677820110790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/SW64MSSbWDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rIQEj-QNMvU/S220/karlanMark.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858529631000748304.post-644088553841463760</id><published>2010-09-17T05:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T07:49:15.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>24 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TJN_Qrj8LuI/AAAAAAAACxc/vk1FjKQIMeU/s1600/24+Weeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517893893007093474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TJN_Qrj8LuI/AAAAAAAACxc/vk1FjKQIMeU/s400/24+Weeks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TJNymlu4HcI/AAAAAAAACxA/itaEfFjA-Gs/s1600/24+Weeks+(Eli).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517879975748312514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TJNymlu4HcI/AAAAAAAACxA/itaEfFjA-Gs/s400/24+Weeks+(Eli).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everything is good still! This week we went in and got my flu shot! I have been super paranoid about this flu season with the pregnancy so I wanted to get the flu shot ASAP! An old family friend was pregnant last year and ended up getting the H1N1 virus while pregnant. They had to take the baby out at 7 months. The baby was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;thankfully&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; but she &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ended&lt;/span&gt; up in coma for a month after that because she just go so sick from it. She is doing good now but they had to teach her how to do everything again, like talk, walk &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ect&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sooooo&lt;/span&gt; I didn't want to risk anything and went in... We got E his too and I made Mark go in and get one too! So we are set! :) E needs to go back in 6 weeks to get another one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Back to the pregnancy, overall I had a good week aside from the same complaints (back, heartburn) everything is great. I did have a few down days this week but I recouped fast :) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ohh&lt;/span&gt; and my bellybutton is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; the size of Texas now! Yup that is right, it's huge, shallow and just looks gross! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ohh&lt;/span&gt; and I have totally been wanting to go to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Baskin&lt;/span&gt; Robins like everyday... I have been wanting their Rainbow &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sherbert&lt;/span&gt;... don't worry we only went twice, and I got the kid's scoop! I haven't weighed myself so not sure if I put on any weight, although I feel huge! So check back up on the next week for that! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858529631000748304-644088553841463760?l=growingpacheco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/feeds/644088553841463760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/09/24-weeks.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/644088553841463760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/644088553841463760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/09/24-weeks.html' title='24 Weeks'/><author><name>The Pacheco's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561776677820110790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/SW64MSSbWDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rIQEj-QNMvU/S220/karlanMark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TJN_Qrj8LuI/AAAAAAAACxc/vk1FjKQIMeU/s72-c/24+Weeks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858529631000748304.post-3794010856715545552</id><published>2010-09-17T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T11:32:24.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>23 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TJN99uBerdI/AAAAAAAACxM/8qvU0QbjRlo/s1600/23+Weeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517892467738717650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TJN99uBerdI/AAAAAAAACxM/8qvU0QbjRlo/s400/23+Weeks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TJNyY4fOyqI/AAAAAAAACw4/7AzbVjC-VoQ/s1600/23+Weeks+(Eli).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517879740264794786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TJNyY4fOyqI/AAAAAAAACw4/7AzbVjC-VoQ/s400/23+Weeks+(Eli).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok so before anything, I didn't realize I am wearing the same thing for both 23 week pictures! If I would hae thought about it, I would have started doign it from the beginning because I think it would have been a lot easier to compare where I am at with each baby! ;) Anyway&lt;/span&gt; nothing too exciting this week, but Hello Heartburn! I think it is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; here to stay! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;! I have had it every single day this week! My back pain is also horrible, I can't stand it, if I lay on the floor, I have a hard time getting up, I have a hard time shifting &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;positions&lt;/span&gt; in bed at night too, so between insomnia, peeing a billion times and hour, heartburn and the back pain, I am no longer sleeping! :( My crouton craving I had with E is also back. I have been walking around with my bag of Garlic Butter croutons! :) We had a doctor's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;appt&lt;/span&gt;. this week and everything check out good with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Myla&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HB&lt;/span&gt; was 158 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bpm&lt;/span&gt; so around the range it has been. My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BP&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, pee was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; and we are up 4 lbs... My belly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; had some growth because the doc was able to measure it! :) I didn't get those measurements though! I am also going back in two weeks to get my Glucose tests done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858529631000748304-3794010856715545552?l=growingpacheco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/feeds/3794010856715545552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/09/23-weeks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/3794010856715545552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/3794010856715545552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/09/23-weeks.html' title='23 Weeks'/><author><name>The Pacheco's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561776677820110790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/SW64MSSbWDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rIQEj-QNMvU/S220/karlanMark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TJN99uBerdI/AAAAAAAACxM/8qvU0QbjRlo/s72-c/23+Weeks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858529631000748304.post-1687110679147808703</id><published>2010-09-12T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T11:28:36.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>22 Weeks = Another Scare :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TJNyQvPOd-I/AAAAAAAACww/n_u-GWnXjQw/s1600/22+Weeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517879600342792162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TJNyQvPOd-I/AAAAAAAACww/n_u-GWnXjQw/s400/22+Weeks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TJNx-Pw5JaI/AAAAAAAACwo/bwhGyh5eMnY/s1600/22+Weeks+(Eli).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517879282656421282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TJNx-Pw5JaI/AAAAAAAACwo/bwhGyh5eMnY/s400/22+Weeks+(Eli).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had been feeling pretty well, I think I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; started showing this week! Like really showing, now when people see me they might think "Oh, she is pregnant" before they think "Oh she is fat" :) But who knows, we did go to a party where I was asked how the pregnancy was going by a friend, when and older lady came up to me and said "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ohh&lt;/span&gt;, you are pregnant? Congratulations, I thought you were still a little fat from your first baby!" &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ahhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;...... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Geeeez&lt;/span&gt; lady, thanks for an AWESOME compliment! Ha! Seriously, where do people get this, I mean even at age like 7 I knew not to make a comment like that and flat out call someone fat! But anyway, in all honesty I really didn't care too much, Mark and I were actually laughing at it because we were just in awe that someone would be so blunt! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so back to the scare, I spent the week down at my parents because they had been bugging me they wanted to see Eli, I figured we could spend a few days down there, my dad was on vacation so Eli had both his Nana &amp;amp; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tata&lt;/span&gt; there with him all day which was nice! I LOVE the extra hands to help out with him when I can get them! Anyway, on Wednesday morning (around 1:00 am to be exact) I started feeling a lot of back pain! Probably the worst I have had yet, it was strong enough to the point where I had to leave the room because I was crying so hard and thought I would wake Eli up! I went and sat in my parents living room for a while hoping it would pass, I had taken Tylenol already at 11:00 pm because I also had a headache so I didn't want to take anymore. I then started feeling very sharp pains in my stomach that would reach all around to my back. I started freaking out because they were coming and going about every 5-10 minutes and lasting about 30 seconds... I also started feeling a lot of vaginal &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pressure&lt;/span&gt;. at around 3:00 am I finally decided I should call my doctor, who was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;concerned&lt;/span&gt; it might be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-term labor! WHAT... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-term labor... I freaked out and didn't know what to do... I didn't want to go to the hospital down at my parents because one: I had surgery there when I got my appendix out and a year later my scare opened up &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;agian&lt;/span&gt;! Yeah... not kidding! It was bleeding and all. Two: they are not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;equipped&lt;/span&gt; for ANYTHING! If something were to go wrong, they would need to fly me up to Tucson and Three: I just flat out don't trust them down there, I have heard many horror stories! So after my doctor told me I had to go to the hospital I called Mark, I was contemplating on driving up to the Valley again but it just hurt so much I didn't feel I could make the trip myself. At that point it was close to 4:00 am, I had made myself a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Chamomile&lt;/span&gt; tea hoping to calm myself and maybe the pain. I woke my little sister up and asked her what I should do. And like Mark of course she told me I needed to go to the hospital. I then started contemplating on calling my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt; or her Hubby who are both paramedics. I knew one of them was working for sure and they could drive me up to Tucson... if something was really wrong, I would trust them to handle an emergency situation better than anyone else I know, but by that point my mom walked out of her room and insisted I go to the hospital now! After a bit of arguing she won and and pretty much dragged me to the hospital down there! She &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;convinced&lt;/span&gt; me because she said we would see what they say, if it was contractions, we could check myself out and she would drive me up to Phoenix, or ask if they could have me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;transferred&lt;/span&gt; to Tucson. The idea seemed logical and at the best solution so we went... well when we got there the Parking lot was completely EMPTY! No one in the waiting room and even then they took forever to get me in, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt; you would think pregnant female, with belly pain (possible contractions) yeah maybe we should get her in and figure the paperwork out later since well the stupid computers were down, then the lady couldn't figure out her password to get on... yeah... it is that ridiculous! Then to top it off, they were asking stupid questions that were not relevant like why I wasn't working... Um lady I have insurance, you've got my insurance card and license which should be all you need, are you kidding me with all these stupid questions. Non the less I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; irritated, by the time they got me back in, I felt better. I was no longer having the pains, they had passed so they &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;obviously&lt;/span&gt; didn't show up on the test... They told me they "thought" it might be a bladder infection and gave me a pill. So we ended up going home. I called my doctor again and she said if I felt the pain again to go back in, but if I was not having any bleeding or discharge then I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;... Well maybe you should have told me that the first time! I think she was just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;concerned&lt;/span&gt; since I had the history with E and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;preclampia&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;abruption&lt;/span&gt;. Mark ended up driving down there with my Brother in law to pick E and I up since he didn't want me driving! When we came back we went in to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OBGYN&lt;/span&gt; and everything seemed normal. I haven't had that pain/sensation anymore so everything is good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858529631000748304-1687110679147808703?l=growingpacheco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/feeds/1687110679147808703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/09/22-weeks-another-scare.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/1687110679147808703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/1687110679147808703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/09/22-weeks-another-scare.html' title='22 Weeks = Another Scare :('/><author><name>The Pacheco's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561776677820110790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/SW64MSSbWDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rIQEj-QNMvU/S220/karlanMark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TJNyQvPOd-I/AAAAAAAACww/n_u-GWnXjQw/s72-c/22+Weeks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858529631000748304.post-7700826740898688239</id><published>2010-09-12T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T11:27:26.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>21 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TJNxqetNIDI/AAAAAAAACwg/GPqvUVnoGlA/s1600/21+Weeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517878943070101554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TJNxqetNIDI/AAAAAAAACwg/GPqvUVnoGlA/s400/21+Weeks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TJNxZF-6h1I/AAAAAAAACwY/Xx8j7YqomeQ/s1600/21+Weeks+(Eli).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517878644375717714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TJNxZF-6h1I/AAAAAAAACwY/Xx8j7YqomeQ/s400/21+Weeks+(Eli).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nothing too exciting this week, the only big issue pregnancy wise was really bad back pain... I have it pretty bad pregnant or not, ever since I fell skating it hasn't been the same. It is constantly popping and I get a really sharp pain that lingers at the small of my back and then shoots down my left leg. With being pregnant though, I have noticed it does get 10 times worse! It is to the point where I am uncomfortable sleeping now. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ohhh&lt;/span&gt; and speaking of sleeping, the insomnia has &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; set in! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Booooo&lt;/span&gt;!!! I get up between 2:00 am to 3:00 am and then can't fall asleep anymore! I start feeling sleepy a few hours later again, but on a given day Mark is up by 4:30-5:30 am so then I am usually awake because he is showering or making noise! :( &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grrrr&lt;/span&gt;... and well then E is up at 5:30 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; there goes my sleep! E usually naps for an hour at around 9:00 am so I try and sleep along with him then if I don't have to much housework to catch up on. So I have been feeling exhausted lately! I really can't wait until this phase passes! Heartburn is getting worse but aside from that baby girl still squirms like crazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858529631000748304-7700826740898688239?l=growingpacheco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/feeds/7700826740898688239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/09/21-weeks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/7700826740898688239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/7700826740898688239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/09/21-weeks.html' title='21 Weeks'/><author><name>The Pacheco's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561776677820110790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/SW64MSSbWDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rIQEj-QNMvU/S220/karlanMark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TJNxqetNIDI/AAAAAAAACwg/GPqvUVnoGlA/s72-c/21+Weeks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858529631000748304.post-3942357708373050928</id><published>2010-09-11T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T11:26:37.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Weeks = Half way there &amp; Jello Belly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TJNxBPu5shI/AAAAAAAACwQ/T4qhRA5d0qM/s1600/20+Weeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517878234676048402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TJNxBPu5shI/AAAAAAAACwQ/T4qhRA5d0qM/s400/20+Weeks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TJNwtnlsWeI/AAAAAAAACwI/fTvaMRBR7yk/s1600/20+Weeks+(Eli).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517877897482492386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TJNwtnlsWeI/AAAAAAAACwI/fTvaMRBR7yk/s400/20+Weeks+(Eli).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First of all, I just want to say &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Woot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Woot&lt;/span&gt;!!! We made it half way already! Crazy huh? Seriously where is this pregnancy going, before we know it it will be the holidays and Little Miss M will be here before we know it! It's just so hard to believe! My belly also looks like a big bowl of Jello now! Not only do we get to feel &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Myla&lt;/span&gt; kicking away like crazy we get to SEE it from the outside too! Like I have said before, everything is happening &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; very soon this time around! My belly button is still really wide and seems to be getting shallower. I also had heartburn twice this week :( Bummer, but taking some Tums actually did the trick. Everything else is great! Mark and I actually got baby girl two outfits! In all honestly I am beginning to feel nervous now... I was so set on the baby being a boy and feeling completely prepared but now that we know it's a girl, we need to start from scratch. Well at least with the clothing and stuff. I don't plan on going and new everything... We are considering purchasing another crib set though since E will only be a year and a half by the time she arrives we don't feel comfortable taking him out of his crib so soon. We are still debating on what to do, we are in no hurry to make decisions right now, we still have &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hopefully&lt;/span&gt; at least 18+ weeks to go depending on when she decides to make her grand entrance! So we will see... I had also forgotten to mention... My little sister is having a BOY! I am so excited for E and Miss M to have a cousin to grow up with. They have two up in California but we only get to see them a few times a year so needles to say I am excited! I remember how much fun it was growing up with my cousins and causing all the trouble we did so I am glad E will have a another boy to share that with! On another note, all of E's clothing and stuff will go to my sister! :) She scored big since E &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; TONS of stuff. My mom's friend gave us a lot of her son's clothing that he never wore simply because he had so much and couldn't use it all before he outgrew it. The lady had 5 baby showers and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; a lot so we were very blessed that all that stuff was haded down to us... We have 6 bin fulls of clothes out in the garage and that is not to mention all we have inside the house still! So baby cousin &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rylan&lt;/span&gt; will be one well dressed little guy! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ohhh&lt;/span&gt; and have I mentioned how EXCITED I am to be thinking already of all the pictures I am going to take or My and Ry! My sis is due two weeks before me so at the very latest they will only be a month apart, and as close to a few days apart, maybe even the same day, but that would be asking too much and putting our parents through hell! ;) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858529631000748304-3942357708373050928?l=growingpacheco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/feeds/3942357708373050928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/09/20-weeks-half-way-there-jello-belly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/3942357708373050928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/3942357708373050928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/09/20-weeks-half-way-there-jello-belly.html' title='20 Weeks = Half way there &amp; Jello Belly'/><author><name>The Pacheco's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561776677820110790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/SW64MSSbWDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rIQEj-QNMvU/S220/karlanMark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TJNxBPu5shI/AAAAAAAACwQ/T4qhRA5d0qM/s72-c/20+Weeks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858529631000748304.post-3225456042026108507</id><published>2010-09-11T13:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T11:25:39.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>19 Weeks = Baby P # 2 is......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TJNwY15WryI/AAAAAAAACwA/SYxqB8TlXxg/s1600/19+Weeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517877540545802018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TJNwY15WryI/AAAAAAAACwA/SYxqB8TlXxg/s400/19+Weeks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TJNwFXkCekI/AAAAAAAACv4/Ill1ttgg7Pw/s1600/19+Weeks+(Eli).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517877205985819202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TJNwFXkCekI/AAAAAAAACv4/Ill1ttgg7Pw/s400/19+Weeks+(Eli).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A GIRL!!!!!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Myla&lt;/span&gt; Faith looked absolutely perfect as can be... Ten tiny toes, perfect little head, heart beat was strong and perfect! She weighs about 10 oz right now! CRAZY her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HB&lt;/span&gt; was 156 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BPM&lt;/span&gt; and she was kicking away like crazy! The tech actually made a comment about her being the most active little girl she had ever seen! As soon as she would move the camera to get a better angle and good shot of her arm or fist or anything, boom.... she was in a completely different position &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;altogether&lt;/span&gt;! She did cooperate perfectly though when it came to getting the "Money Shot" :) There is was... Absolutely No &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;peepee&lt;/span&gt; but 3 perfect little lines! :) I of course started bawling my eyes out as soon as I saw... I knew right away (I knew what I was looking for) and the tech asked then "So what was your first baby?" We both said a Boy, then she excitedly responded "Well.... it looks like you will have to be going out and buying all new stuff" You got a girl!!!! So then I cried more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; Hubby.... read it now because these words are rare to hear ;) You were right... AGAIN!!! and can I just add that I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt; that we didn't bet on it! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everything looks good, I did gain a 1 lbs! :) And this week I noticed that my belly button is getting HUGE!!! It looks like a freak belly button! I swear I can fit a quarter in there or something.... well not really but you get the idea, maybe a nickle! ;) My legs have been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; itchy... so bad in fact that I must scratch really bad at night because I wake up with scabs all over my legs from the scratching! I have tried &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Aveno&lt;/span&gt; lotion and everything, I am drinking &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;plenty&lt;/span&gt; of water still so I was hoping that would help out with the dryness of my skin but no suck luck... I really hope this goes away soon because I am really starting to scar my legs. Everything else is going great! Still feeling good &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;emotionally&lt;/span&gt; and still have energy, I do end up crashing at the end of the day but I think that has to do with running around after E all day not from pregnancy exhaustion!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858529631000748304-3225456042026108507?l=growingpacheco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/feeds/3225456042026108507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/09/19-weeks-baby-p-2-is.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/3225456042026108507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/3225456042026108507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/09/19-weeks-baby-p-2-is.html' title='19 Weeks = Baby P # 2 is......'/><author><name>The Pacheco's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561776677820110790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/SW64MSSbWDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rIQEj-QNMvU/S220/karlanMark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TJNwY15WryI/AAAAAAAACwA/SYxqB8TlXxg/s72-c/19+Weeks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858529631000748304.post-6235656682992556422</id><published>2010-09-11T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T11:24:32.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18 Weeks = We LOVE our baby!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TJNvyQUw2hI/AAAAAAAACvw/fqE19GDvb0k/s1600/18+Weeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517876877625186834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TJNvyQUw2hI/AAAAAAAACvw/fqE19GDvb0k/s400/18+Weeks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TJNvemqSNoI/AAAAAAAACvo/yXFhV5ywXcg/s1600/18+Weeks+(Eli).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517876540023649922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TJNvemqSNoI/AAAAAAAACvo/yXFhV5ywXcg/s400/18+Weeks+(Eli).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some exciting news this week... Mark and I were able to feel the baby kicking outside of the belly!!!! Crazy huh?? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Especially&lt;/span&gt; with me only being 18 weeks. We didn't get to feel E kick from the outside until we were like 22 weeks or so. It's amazing to see how strong our little one is growing already! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Definitely&lt;/span&gt; taking after older brother in the kicking department and I am absolutely loving it! We were actually in bed kinda watching TV but talking more than actual watching, I had my hand on my belly and totally felt it! I FREAKED!!! I just could not believe it at all! I told Mark and he could not believe it I said look, grabbed his hand and placed it on my belly... after about two minutes he finally said "Hobbles, I think maybe it was just you, I can't feel anything", but regardless he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;keped&lt;/span&gt; his hand there and about a minute later we just both kinda looked at each other and sure enough... KICKS!!!!! We were ecstatic!!! We still can't get over how fast this baby is growing, it seems like just yesterday we were peeing on a stick! Anyway, still nothing to report, no weight gain!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Woot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;woot&lt;/span&gt;, nice since I have been eating tons of cheese, but to make up for it, I cut back on the ice cream that I normally treat myself too! :) I did get heartburn on day this week, but not too bad, well at least not as bad as I would get it with E. My belly does seem to be growing a little extra hair but nothing like it did with Eli, I swear that with Eli, it was starting to look like a jungle and needed some major landscaping done to it! ;) Luckily Mark &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;convinced&lt;/span&gt; me not to touch it and it pretty much went away after E's birth. I am hoping this one isn't as hairy but in all honestly if it turns out to be, I'm &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with it since I know it will go away. Next week is our BIG week! We go in for our Ultrasound to find out the gender! We are super excited... Mark really wants to bet on it again, I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;positive&lt;/span&gt; it's another boy, while he is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;positive&lt;/span&gt; it's a girl... With E it was the other way around, so we made a bet if he was correct, he got to name the baby, if I was correct I would get to name the baby... Well long story short E ended up with his name because of his daddy! This time around though I am not wanting to place any bets! I already have a boy name I LOVE and my girl name I have had picked out FOREVER!!! Probably since like high school! So I really don't want to place any bets in case I do lose... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehehe&lt;/span&gt;, but we will see, it is kinda fun and it makes the anticipation even greater and a little more interesting! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858529631000748304-6235656682992556422?l=growingpacheco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/feeds/6235656682992556422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/09/18-weeks-we-love-our-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/6235656682992556422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/6235656682992556422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/09/18-weeks-we-love-our-baby.html' title='18 Weeks = We LOVE our baby!!!'/><author><name>The Pacheco's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561776677820110790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/SW64MSSbWDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rIQEj-QNMvU/S220/karlanMark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TJNvyQUw2hI/AAAAAAAACvw/fqE19GDvb0k/s72-c/18+Weeks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858529631000748304.post-4232948306695196810</id><published>2010-09-11T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T11:23:07.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>17 Weeks = Hardest Week Yet :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TJNvJcubsAI/AAAAAAAACvg/Hg71tH7srZA/s1600/17+Weeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517876176579440642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TJNvJcubsAI/AAAAAAAACvg/Hg71tH7srZA/s400/17+Weeks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TJNu0YAGxvI/AAAAAAAACvY/kMwwJufF-PA/s1600/17+Weeks+Eli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517875814534137586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TJNu0YAGxvI/AAAAAAAACvY/kMwwJufF-PA/s400/17+Weeks+Eli.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, let me start off by saying how incredibly blessed I am to have Mark in my life, to have our handsome little boy, and to be expecting this little one now, but for some reason this week was incredibly hard on me as far as actually being able to see how truly lucky I am.... This might be a long post... Pregnancy wise everything is going fine, the baby is still nonstop in the movement department which is a good sign since in all reality that is all I have to show for as far as being pregnant. Still nothing on the weight which is good! I was a little worried about that, with this being the second pregnancy I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;figured&lt;/span&gt; I would for sure be racking up the lbs a little faster than I did with E, but it seems to be the same which is good because in all honestly I think I added a roll to my belly when E weened himself from the boob! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ohh&lt;/span&gt; and apparently my children just LOVE grapes! I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt; when I was pregnant with E, all I ate were frozen grapes with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MnM's&lt;/span&gt;... well this little one LOVE'S the grapes just as much (yeah still &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;frozen&lt;/span&gt;) but I like out just out of the fridge too but instead of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MnM's&lt;/span&gt; to accompany them this time around it is CHEESE!!! Yup that is right, the CHEESE is in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;neighborhood&lt;/span&gt; and has &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; kicked PICKLES out! Not that pickles aren't great, but I am just not having a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;panic&lt;/span&gt; attack anymore if they are not in our fridge. It has gotten to the point where I have to stop at the store on our way home from wherever to pick up a block of Cheese, as soon as we get into the car I break it open and just bite off a chunk right then and there! Yes crazy... I think I have been trying really hard to control it but I am probably going through three 8 oz blocks of Cheese per week all by myself, and that does not include the cheese I eat on everything else like tacos, or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;quesadillas&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bagels&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ect&lt;/span&gt;... And did I mention how much I love Cheese with Grapes! Just pop a two grapes in my mouth and a piece of cheese and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;... Heaven!!!!! So by the end of this week I know I will for sure be heavier :) Anyway... like I said, all is good in the baby department so moving on....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Back to the beginning of the post... I had been feeling very down lately... probably for about a little over a month now I just started feeling sad for some reason... It got to the point where I was having to remind myself how blessed I am several times throughout the day and at night... I have been crying over EVERYTHING and ANYTHING and literally cry an average of 4-5 times a day, and not just a few tears but full on can't control my sobbing type of crying. I started getting really worried that maybe I was getting depressed or something, I started looking at every possible thing that could be causing this feeling of sadness and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;anxiety&lt;/span&gt; but in all honesty I can't find anything because I truly am happy... so why can't I feel it! I noticed I started being very mean to Mark, and would snap at him for the stupidest little things that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;normally&lt;/span&gt; wouldn't bother me at all. I had less patience with E and Eddie and would literally have a meltdown if I could not find the flip flop I wanted. After about a month of this I ended up telling Mark that I thought something was up... I told him how I had been feeling, that nothing seemed to make me happy and I lost motivation for everything... it seemed like I was just going through the motions each day. We sat there together while I admitted to him and myself that I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;was&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; depressed. He held me and I cried so for the next week he would come home and was EXTRA helpful with E and around the house, if he saw that I needed time he just let me be, if I cried he just held me, or held my hand, a few times I just sobbed on the floor in the shower and he would come in and just hold me. In all honestly I don't know where these feelings came from they just appeared overnight one day but I felt a little relief in knowing that he knew I wasn't myself. It got to the point where one day I almost lost it with E... It breaks my heart to even think of it now, but I am just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; thankful that I was aware that something was wrong with me. So E was being very fussy on Wednesday, he cried all morning and I tried every single possible thing to get him to calm down. Gave him Tylenol, held him, took him for a walk tried to put him down for naps, played with him, literally I tried everything I could think of, we finally came upstairs to change the scenery for him. I figured maybe he would get distracted and stop crying... well it only got worse, it was now 1:00 pm and he had yet to take a nap and was still screaming, I was walking around with him in my arms hoping he would calm down a bit, at that point I think my frustration just got to me and I felt the urge to spank him. (This breaks my heart just thinking that I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; thought anything like that) yes, I felt that I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;needed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to spank him to calm him down. At that point as quickly as I had that feeling and the feelings I had been having for the last month or so all came falling down on me... I set E on the floor and let him cry and I huddled in the corner of our bedroom and just lost it... I cried so much because I instantly felt so guilty that I could ever think that and then out I just started praying. I cried and prayed for what seemed like for ever, I asked God to forgive me. I asked him to help me get over these feelings I have been having. I asked him to help me get over all the negativity. I asked him for more faith. I asked him to help me get over what I was going through. Then I cried some more... but I started feeling so different, it's like something inside me changed, my sobbing slowed down a bit and then I started thanking him. I thanked him for my amazing husband who is more than I ever imagined having in a partner. I thanked him for putting Mark in my path because he helps keep me going, he supports me in everything I decide to do, even all my crazy ideas. He may smile and say I am crazy but he does things and does them because he wants too and not for him but for me. He puts me and E before him all the time. (Well not when he is watching his show on TV) He is an amazing father to E. Then I thanked God for our son... who at that moment had also stopped crying and was just staring at me. Not smiling, not frowning, not doing anything just staring. I then realized what had been wrong this whole time... like I said I had been going through the motions like a robot for a while that I was not showing E how much I truly loved him... maybe my feelings were not showing through my actions and I truly believe babies can sense these things. So I started sobbing again, went over, picked him up and and held him, I kissed him, and just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;keped&lt;/span&gt; whispering to him how much mommy loved him and how important he was too me, how truly special and blessed he has made our lives. I think the fact that I had been crying so much in front of him lately had possibly gotten to him too, he was sleeping horribly at at night and did not want to nap during the day either. In all honestly I think he might have been scared too. When I realized all this, I felt like crying even more because I realized he had been so fussy all morning because of me... I ended up stripping us down and put us both in the shower... we were probably in there for a half hour, I just held him and he just &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;put &lt;/span&gt;his little head on my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;shoulder&lt;/span&gt; holding me too... I continued thanking God for everything I could think of, Mark, Eli, Eddie, my family, his family, (our family) our friends, our house, a job that he still has in a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;struggling&lt;/span&gt; economy, our faith, food, clothes, our health, everything I could think of... and then finally for that moment I was having with my son in the shower... my crying had finally stopped and it seemed like both he and I were as calm as we had ever been. I finally turned the shower off, wrapped us up in a towel, I put a diaper on him and then we just cuddled in bed until we both ended up falling asleep. To my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; when I woke up I felt like a completely different person. I was SMILING... because I felt like smiling, I was happy again, I called Mark just to tell him I loved him and to tell him I was &lt;em&gt;Good&lt;/em&gt;... he knew what I was talking about because he said he loved me too then asked if I was good for "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" or if I was "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"... I just said, I'm OK! See ya when you get home! E and I then headed over to the grocery store and I actually made dinner and picked up the house a bit, not only did I have much more energy than I had had but I felt &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; Good! Just like my "feelings" had appeared overnight, they were gone just like that! I am just so thankful that God had given me the ability to see that I was not being myself right away and that I had shared it with Mark, it made things a little easier and in the end being aware of it I think made it so I could overcome it! I think admitting it to myself was finally the turning point and restoring my faith was the main key! I truly do love my life, I God, I love my husband, I love my son, I love this new child growing inside me, I love our dog, I love our families and I love that I am able to feel like me again. The happy, stubborn, moody self that I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858529631000748304-4232948306695196810?l=growingpacheco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/feeds/4232948306695196810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/09/17-weeks-hardest-week-yet.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/4232948306695196810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/4232948306695196810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/09/17-weeks-hardest-week-yet.html' title='17 Weeks = Hardest Week Yet :('/><author><name>The Pacheco's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561776677820110790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/SW64MSSbWDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rIQEj-QNMvU/S220/karlanMark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TJNvJcubsAI/AAAAAAAACvg/Hg71tH7srZA/s72-c/17+Weeks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858529631000748304.post-7957497720137279157</id><published>2010-09-11T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T11:19:58.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>16 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517874937249076626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TJNuBT3DFZI/AAAAAAAACvI/JzyYNw8xPIQ/s400/16+Weeks.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TJNucqW33II/AAAAAAAACvQ/dFsSvrit_gg/s1600/16+Weeks+Eli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517875407144606850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TJNucqW33II/AAAAAAAACvQ/dFsSvrit_gg/s400/16+Weeks+Eli.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So nothing really &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;special&lt;/span&gt; this week with the baby, there was nothing really exciting going on... Still feeling pretty great and the baby is nonstop partying it up in my belly all day! Much more active than Eli was at this point... or at least I can feel it a lot sooner than I ever did with him. Either way it's still crazy that I can feel so much so soon. Still no weight gain, no real belly I think, no morning sickness. Still loving those pickles and I am drinking TONS of water, to the point where I get up like 5 times a night to go pee... NOT good. Other than that everything is looking pretty good. I guess an uneventful pregnancy is a good thing. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858529631000748304-7957497720137279157?l=growingpacheco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/feeds/7957497720137279157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/09/16-weeks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/7957497720137279157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/7957497720137279157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/09/16-weeks.html' title='16 Weeks'/><author><name>The Pacheco's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561776677820110790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/SW64MSSbWDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rIQEj-QNMvU/S220/karlanMark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TJNuBT3DFZI/AAAAAAAACvI/JzyYNw8xPIQ/s72-c/16+Weeks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858529631000748304.post-7209199339127212233</id><published>2010-08-08T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T21:19:17.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We have a walker!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tata&lt;/span&gt;, here is a little video so you can get your Eli fix!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I will be "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hopefully&lt;/span&gt;" posting Pregnancy Updates &amp;amp; Eli Updates this week, now that that life is settling down a bit! Here is just a tiny video, mostly for my parents because they haven't seen Eli walking yet and have been calling every single day for the last week for me to put a video on here... Here ya go!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2a222e38adb6cfcf" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2a222e38adb6cfcf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331997875%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D27AC8DBDF68B8829FEA87C9EA6B57F80630A002.394FBD3C896104B563EE482D1A8AC1C4AD9D1721%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2a222e38adb6cfcf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrezC-j2lcrcrLkfEUhRcwTJCHxk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2a222e38adb6cfcf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331997875%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D27AC8DBDF68B8829FEA87C9EA6B57F80630A002.394FBD3C896104B563EE482D1A8AC1C4AD9D1721%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2a222e38adb6cfcf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrezC-j2lcrcrLkfEUhRcwTJCHxk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858529631000748304-7209199339127212233?l=growingpacheco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/feeds/7209199339127212233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/08/we-have-walker.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/7209199339127212233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/7209199339127212233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/08/we-have-walker.html' title='We have a walker!!!!'/><author><name>The Pacheco's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561776677820110790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/SW64MSSbWDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rIQEj-QNMvU/S220/karlanMark.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858529631000748304.post-6549816185978285579</id><published>2010-07-14T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T10:10:42.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney Trip Overdue Pics :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We went to Disneyland a month ago and I am just now getting to downloading the rest of the pictures and updating. The rest of this week will be updates from our Last month since we have TONS of pictures to share! :) I am sure Nana &amp;amp; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tata&lt;/span&gt; will be very happy to finally see some! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We stopped right after the Arizona/California border and had some breakfast! E sure enjoyed a Fruit &amp;amp; Yogurt Parfait from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mc'D's&lt;/span&gt;! He ate the entire thing himself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD41cSCeh_I/AAAAAAAAClo/GRH97h8BNUk/s1600/DISNEY+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493887355433420786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD41cSCeh_I/AAAAAAAAClo/GRH97h8BNUk/s400/DISNEY+1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then we stopped at the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Outlet&lt;/span&gt; Shops near Palm Springs because E needed a break, and I needed to pee really bad! We decided to shop around and see if we found any X-Mas gifts! Yes, I try to get gifts done by early November each year, especially this year, I doubt I will want to be out Christmas shopping fighting traffic and long lines with a child and a fat belly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD41QCXbDwI/AAAAAAAAClg/CkxwdsylM4o/s1600/DISNEY+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493887145067876098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD41QCXbDwI/AAAAAAAAClg/CkxwdsylM4o/s400/DISNEY+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The ladies at Brighton fell in Love with Eli and offered him Chocolate Chip Cookies and a sucker! We figured the sucker might be less messy... We were wrong, and then had to fight him to take it away!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD41AEWr_GI/AAAAAAAAClY/9ItDjlMg6bQ/s1600/DISNEY+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493886870723755106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD41AEWr_GI/AAAAAAAAClY/9ItDjlMg6bQ/s400/DISNEY+3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we decided it was time for lunch... Guess where we ended up??? Yup &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;McD's&lt;/span&gt; again! It was right by the gas station we stopped at for gas so why not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD400ac2wtI/AAAAAAAAClQ/mKh6qyA60vs/s1600/DISNEY+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493886670496776914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD400ac2wtI/AAAAAAAAClQ/mKh6qyA60vs/s400/DISNEY+4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We finally arrived to LA after an 8 1/2 hour trip! Yes, I never realized how long a trip can take when you have a child and need to stop every hour or two! We checked into our hotel and decided to walk Downtown Disney.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD40e0Q8kKI/AAAAAAAAClI/MvdR7Rp7tIg/s1600/DISNEY+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493886299469025442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD40e0Q8kKI/AAAAAAAAClI/MvdR7Rp7tIg/s400/DISNEY+5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After walking for a while, we stopped at one of the restaurants for Dinner! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;McD's&lt;/span&gt;! Eli and I actually had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Salmon&lt;/span&gt; with steamed veggies while boring Daddy had Pizza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD40Qha81II/AAAAAAAAClA/NM3QyuL2sYI/s1600/DISNEY+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493886053892543618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD40Qha81II/AAAAAAAAClA/NM3QyuL2sYI/s400/DISNEY+6.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Waiting in line to get into the park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD4yicahOuI/AAAAAAAACk4/fepK2DxORRA/s1600/DISNEY+7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493884162762947298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD4yicahOuI/AAAAAAAACk4/fepK2DxORRA/s400/DISNEY+7.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In front of California Adventure... Poppa G. is not the best photographer, he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; chopped of the bridge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD4xZ3PpCEI/AAAAAAAACkw/ZITW6LBa7Uw/s1600/DISNEY+8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493882915834628162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD4xZ3PpCEI/AAAAAAAACkw/ZITW6LBa7Uw/s400/DISNEY+8.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cool Dude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD4xOhR6-vI/AAAAAAAACko/0Zswp6aTJ7s/s1600/DISNEY+8-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493882720960051954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD4xOhR6-vI/AAAAAAAACko/0Zswp6aTJ7s/s400/DISNEY+8-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;spotted&lt;/span&gt; Minnie and the line only had 3 people waiting so we said "Why Not"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD4xCS18fOI/AAAAAAAACkg/8R0iVbMXELY/s1600/DISNEY+9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493882510926183650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD4xCS18fOI/AAAAAAAACkg/8R0iVbMXELY/s400/DISNEY+9.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we walked some more and saw &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mator&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rusteze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD4w2UwDURI/AAAAAAAACkY/lbNQukdGkR4/s1600/DISNEY+10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493882305279906066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD4w2UwDURI/AAAAAAAACkY/lbNQukdGkR4/s400/DISNEY+10.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Inside Disney we got to snap pictures with most of the Characters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD4wnj2By4I/AAAAAAAACkQ/qjuHtiMCzYk/s1600/DISNEY+11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493882051633466242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD4wnj2By4I/AAAAAAAACkQ/qjuHtiMCzYk/s400/DISNEY+11.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Waiting in line for my FAVORITE ride ever! "It's a Small World" Eli LOVED it too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD4wZ5kZmxI/AAAAAAAACkI/tr_JC5DrGBs/s1600/DISNEY+12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493881816946940690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD4wZ5kZmxI/AAAAAAAACkI/tr_JC5DrGBs/s400/DISNEY+12.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD4wJDKxT2I/AAAAAAAACkA/ZYTnY15AoqA/s1600/DISNEY+13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493881527466020706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD4wJDKxT2I/AAAAAAAACkA/ZYTnY15AoqA/s400/DISNEY+13.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what he did the entire ride!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD4v7bv5VeI/AAAAAAAACj4/LPti4hj3TT8/s1600/DISNEY+14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493881293546018274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD4v7bv5VeI/AAAAAAAACj4/LPti4hj3TT8/s400/DISNEY+14.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD4vtqBIVmI/AAAAAAAACjw/2KKv8WUKoS4/s1600/DISNEY+15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493881056858232418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD4vtqBIVmI/AAAAAAAACjw/2KKv8WUKoS4/s400/DISNEY+15.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOVING IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD4vbXnhI3I/AAAAAAAACjo/qg1dTh4_DQw/s1600/DISNEY+16.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493880742681322354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD4vbXnhI3I/AAAAAAAACjo/qg1dTh4_DQw/s400/DISNEY+16.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In line waiting for Dumbo... Giving Poppa G a hard time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD4vQtPjzfI/AAAAAAAACjg/pZhF00fQqXc/s1600/DISNEY+17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493880559507852786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD4vQtPjzfI/AAAAAAAACjg/pZhF00fQqXc/s400/DISNEY+17.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD4rqzk9MII/AAAAAAAACjY/RwIB1BFhtzg/s1600/DISNEY+18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493876609838297218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD4rqzk9MII/AAAAAAAACjY/RwIB1BFhtzg/s400/DISNEY+18.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD4rdirdfsI/AAAAAAAACjQ/mzezgjSQzL4/s1600/DISNEY+19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493876381963878082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD4rdirdfsI/AAAAAAAACjQ/mzezgjSQzL4/s400/DISNEY+19.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we tried getting a few pictures of him in front of the Castle... he had other things in mind and decided he wanted to get to the little food cart behind us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD4rT5xiQhI/AAAAAAAACjI/znKSeUjSzIk/s1600/DISNEY+21.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493876216364679698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD4rT5xiQhI/AAAAAAAACjI/znKSeUjSzIk/s400/DISNEY+21.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD4rJe2pLLI/AAAAAAAACjA/R77UrMPxxek/s1600/DISNEY+20.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493876037339655346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD4rJe2pLLI/AAAAAAAACjA/R77UrMPxxek/s400/DISNEY+20.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD4q9nr2RmI/AAAAAAAACi4/PAgEgIrQv5s/s1600/DISNEY+22.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493875833551865442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD4q9nr2RmI/AAAAAAAACi4/PAgEgIrQv5s/s400/DISNEY+22.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Enjoying his balloon after dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD4qr6UtsLI/AAAAAAAACiw/Er3emvIGN_Y/s1600/DISNEY+23.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493875529317462194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD4qr6UtsLI/AAAAAAAACiw/Er3emvIGN_Y/s400/DISNEY+23.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We also made a quick stop at the beach... Eli HATED it, he is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; and Arizona boy. He was shivering the entire time and just wanted nothing to do with it. We were there at most like 20 minutes. He didn't even let me snap some decent shots he was just not having it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD4qahlsIqI/AAAAAAAACio/h53eiratjRk/s1600/DISNEY+24.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493875230620000930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD4qahlsIqI/AAAAAAAACio/h53eiratjRk/s400/DISNEY+24.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD4qNNnLDHI/AAAAAAAACig/Zdnz-_zxkRE/s1600/DISNEY+25.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493875001919212658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD4qNNnLDHI/AAAAAAAACig/Zdnz-_zxkRE/s400/DISNEY+25.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I guess it didn't help that he had sand blowing all over him! Poor little dude look at his face! And we had a heck of a time wiping it off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD4p9GuV8BI/AAAAAAAACiY/AM7BSXJL0QQ/s1600/DISNEY+26.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493874725192331282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD4p9GuV8BI/AAAAAAAACiY/AM7BSXJL0QQ/s400/DISNEY+26.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858529631000748304-6549816185978285579?l=growingpacheco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/feeds/6549816185978285579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/07/disney-trip-overdue-pics.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/6549816185978285579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/6549816185978285579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/07/disney-trip-overdue-pics.html' title='Disney Trip Overdue Pics :)'/><author><name>The Pacheco's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561776677820110790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/SW64MSSbWDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rIQEj-QNMvU/S220/karlanMark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD41cSCeh_I/AAAAAAAAClo/GRH97h8BNUk/s72-c/DISNEY+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858529631000748304.post-5168246563132445550</id><published>2010-07-14T12:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T21:49:09.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>14 &amp; 15 Weeks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so I am horrible with this pregnancy (in my defense I have honestly been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; busy with family stuff, previous commitments, getting ready for Eli's party, photo shoots and random stuff in between) that I swear I feel like if I blink my day is gone! I have another month of this craziness and then I am hoping things calm down. Anyway I totally missed my 14 week update because I was not here and I just now realized that I am going on 16 and still have not updated! Wow... talk about craziness, almost 16 weeks! Anyway here are the weekly belly shots (thank God for my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tri&lt;/span&gt;-pod and the self timer on the camera) Mark usually takes the pictures for me but he has been leaving the house at 4:00 am and not coming home until 6-6:30 pm for the past 3 weeks so he hasn't been around to take them for me :( I think he secretly LOVES to do it because when I am downloading the pictures onto the computer there ALWAYS seems to be a few pictures of my butt or boobs that he manages to squeeze in there ;) I LOVE MY HUBBY! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;15 Weeks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493987693175637874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD6QstQaB3I/AAAAAAAAClw/aRz5cBM1Ehs/s400/15+Weekswater.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493868047573553186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD4j4ap9kCI/AAAAAAAACiI/8TQozumeEec/s400/15+Weeks+Eli.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We had our Monthly doctor's visit on Monday and everything checked out great! No weight gain yet &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WOOT&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WOOT&lt;/span&gt;! According to the doctor my belly still has not grown, although I beg to differ. I think I am sporting a very fashionable &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Kangaroo&lt;/span&gt; pouch these days! My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BP&lt;/span&gt; was good, on the lower range of average which is FANTASTIC! No signs of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;clampsia&lt;/span&gt; which I have been terrified off since I did notice some swelling in my fingers this week (chucking it up to the awesome Phoenix heat) The baby's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HB&lt;/span&gt; was 158 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bpm&lt;/span&gt; which is perfect (and almost exactly the same as Eli's was) if there is any truth to the whole &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;HB&lt;/span&gt; thing my prediction of another boy is right on! Although M swears it's a little girl. I am refusing to bet anything this time around since I love the names we have picked out, I wouldn't want him changing them just because he won! (Which he would do by the way and end up naming our child &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Racker&lt;/span&gt;, Gable or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Quinny&lt;/span&gt;) not really but you get what I am getting at ;) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Emotionally&lt;/span&gt; I was back to normal this week, I think the only thing getting at me these days is the fact that Eli will be 1 next week! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EEEEKKK&lt;/span&gt;!!! We also got to schedule &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; "BIG" U/S which will be August 9 at 7:50 am so mark your calenders in case you have any secret bets of your own going on! :) Pickles are still the BEST! All in all, everything is going as expected. Healthy which is the only thing that we've been praying for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;***On another note, I have a close friend who lost her baby this past weekend. I was devastated and in tears when I heard what &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; and I couldn't help but remember last month when I thought we were losing ours. I thanked God then and there for continuing to watch over this pregnancy and thanked him for Mark, for Eli, for Eddie and then I went down the list of everyone in my family. I am absolutely devastated for this family and want to ask for any extra prayers to be sent their way, and while you are at it, remember to truly Thank God for those precious ones in your life. It's so easy for us to get &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wrapped&lt;/span&gt; up in our perfect busy lives and most often &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;forgetting&lt;/span&gt; the very reason why everything is so perfect.***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;14 Weeks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493988618257198642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD6RijdCbjI/AAAAAAAACl4/9ecIwBOdyPY/s400/14+Weekswater.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493866801378603186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD4iv4N7sLI/AAAAAAAACiA/wEFMm3ZjCZE/s400/14+Weeks+Eli.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Not too much with the pregnancy, still no weight gain, no morning sickness, no gagging this week, no fatigue or sleepiness. If it weren't for the fact that I ate pickles with cream cheese all week (yup, that is what I am eating now a days) I wouldn't even think I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pregnant&lt;/span&gt;. I was an emotional mess this week, I don't remember feeling this emotional with Eli, I broke down EVERY SINGLE DAY this week. If I didn't know I was pregnant I would be very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;concerned&lt;/span&gt; about being depressed or something, my breaking point was standing outside of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;-Mart bawling my eyes out because the car that parked next to me parked right on the line and I could not get Eli in! I stood there and cried for about 5 minutes until the lady came out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858529631000748304-5168246563132445550?l=growingpacheco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/feeds/5168246563132445550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/07/14-15-weeks.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/5168246563132445550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/5168246563132445550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/07/14-15-weeks.html' title='14 &amp; 15 Weeks!'/><author><name>The Pacheco's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561776677820110790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/SW64MSSbWDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rIQEj-QNMvU/S220/karlanMark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TD6QstQaB3I/AAAAAAAAClw/aRz5cBM1Ehs/s72-c/15+Weekswater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858529631000748304.post-1635670052563362568</id><published>2010-06-30T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T12:03:15.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>13 Weeks!!! Woot, Woot!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's official!!!! We said goodbye to first &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tri&lt;/span&gt; on Sunday and Hello second &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tri&lt;/span&gt;! It is so hard to believe that we are already a third of the way there! The hubby and I were talking this morning and it seems like this pregnancy is going by even faster than E's, which is hard to believe since E's pregnancy just flew by! Here is the 13 Week belly picture and I added E's 13 Week belly shot below to compare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488596525065605730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TCtpda_6kmI/AAAAAAAACd8/mKuZn45vcRo/s400/13+weeks+water.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488598596139409586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TCtrV-WY4LI/AAAAAAAACeE/2DehsBDxUF8/s400/13+Weeks+eli.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;In pregnancy updates, I honestly have had no issues, I have puked a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;total&lt;/span&gt; of 5 times, I only gag about 4 times a week where as with E, it was several times a day. I have had excessive saliva that doesn't seem to be going away, I have been craving peaches and pickles. I think I have probably gone through 6 jars of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pickles&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;within&lt;/span&gt; the last 6 weeks. Still no weight gain which is great, although I do feel that I am starting to show sooner, I still fit into all my clothes although lets face it, Mat jeans are A LOT more comfy, especially now that I am running around an 11 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;month&lt;/span&gt; old all day! I seem to need a break/nap at around 2:00 pm which is working out great with E, we just lay together on the couch and both pass out for at least and hour, sometimes more :) I am the one that usually gets up and E &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;occasionally&lt;/span&gt; sleeps for two hours while I cuddle him and watch TV. I have had very itchy legs and I remember having itchy legs with E but it was very mild, with this pregnancy I have scabbed my skin because I scratch so hard. I used &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AVENO&lt;/span&gt; lotion and took &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;AVENO&lt;/span&gt; baths with E but it does not seem to be helping with this one, my back pain is also a lot worse this time and I am already having trouble sleeping :( I think I might ask the Doc to send me to therapy. They had suggested it with E but I didn't think it was that bad , this one however is so bad that if I lay flat on my back on the floor, I have a hard time sitting back up from the pain, it shoots down my legs, and sometimes I have a hard time standing up straight or walking without there being pain. Not sure what the deal it but I will have to say that this has been the worst part of this pregnancy. I have also had more headaches but I believe that they are mainly because I need to get my wisdom tooth pulled and the fact that I still get up throughout the night with E.... Yes that is right he still does NOT &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;STTN&lt;/span&gt;!!! But Tylenol seems to be working fine with the headaches so that is an easy fix. I started feeling baby flutters Thursday of last week! I was in shock and couldn't believe it but I guess it is a lot more &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;noticeable&lt;/span&gt; the second time around, I knew what sensation I was looking for :) I guess that is all for now, I really don't have much updating since this pregnancy seems to be pretty mellow (which I am loving) I am really enjoying it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I have been getting a TON of questions from people so I am going to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;answer&lt;/span&gt; them here instead of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;answering&lt;/span&gt; the same questions over and over ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you want?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ummm&lt;/span&gt;... a healthy baby! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, not that this is dumb question because in reality it's not, but honestly we really don't care what we are having, I just want a healthy pregnancy and a healthy baby. Sure, sure everyone that knows me knows that I have always wanted to be a girl mommy. Believe me I am all about ribbons and bows, ruffle butts and dresses but after having E, I realized how much of a boy mommy I really am. I would LOVE to have another boy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; after going through all of E's newborn clothes I realize how bad I really want to use it again! So whatever God decides to bless us with, we are already excited about him/her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where you planning this pregnancy? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes and no if that makes sense, we planned to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; start trying in May. I was however telling people it would be later on in the year so they would stop bugging us. We started getting the "When are you having the next one" pretty much as soon as E was born. So we weren't officially trying but we also stopped being "careful" around the time E was 6 1/2 months. So we got blessed a month early! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have baby names picked out?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; YES!!! The baby names have been picked out for a while now, we have had our Girl name since before ever even getting married, and we have had a our boy name since E was born. If the baby is a girl, her name will start with an "M" and if the baby is a boy his name will start with an "E"... No we are not giving the names out just yet. We got a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lot&lt;/span&gt; of "suggestions" after announcing Eli's name last time that we are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;choosing&lt;/span&gt; not to share just yet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you having a natural birth or a C-Section?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ummm&lt;/span&gt;... this one is still up for debate. Since I feel I was robbed out of my natural birth with Eli, I would LOVE to have a vaginal birth this time around. We have already talked to my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OBGYN&lt;/span&gt; and I am able to try for a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VBAC&lt;/span&gt; (Vaginal Birth After Cesarean) which would be awesome, however the hospital that I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;delivered&lt;/span&gt; E at does not do &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VBAC's&lt;/span&gt; :( which I am so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bumbed&lt;/span&gt; about, the two hospitals that do them are about 45 minutes away. I am absolutely in LOVE with our hospital, I go there pretty much ever Friday for my support group and I honestly just feel like I am at home there! Weird to feel like that at a hospital I know but It is a Catholic hospital, while I was there with E (and we were there a while) I had someone come in daily and pray with me. They have "Tea Time" every day during the week which I LOVED, I know several of the nurses there already and I know the lactation consultant. My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OBGYN&lt;/span&gt; also does &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;deliveries&lt;/span&gt; there where as if I went to one of the other hospitals, I would get an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OBGYN&lt;/span&gt; from the same office, but not mine. Mark also does not feel comfortable with it and would prefer that we do another C-Section. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Soooooo&lt;/span&gt;... this one is still up for debate. I guess we still have a few months to really think about it and decide on what we want. ***Crossing fingers that for some miraculous reason GM decides that they will do &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;VBAC's&lt;/span&gt; in the VERY near future*** :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How is this pregnancy in comparison to E's?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; EVEN BETTER! Go ahead be jealous! :) I have felt even better!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you scared with having two under two?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Honestly I don't know how to answer that. I think I have a little fear as to how things are going to work out, and how to get a routine going with two, but hey I was scared with E as well so I am just going to take it day by day, I am not the first and only and God does not send anything your way that you can't handle :) Besides I have an AWESOME hubby who is very involved. We already have it worked out... you take one, and I take one! Haha j/k!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you planning on finding out the gender?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Uhhhhh.... what kind of a question is that!!!! YES!!!! Anyone tha knows me knows that I can't take surprises! I want to know! M on the other hand wouldn't mind waiting but since I am the one bearing this child... WE WILL FIND OUT! :) We should have the Big ultrasound sometime in August!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you think you are having this time around?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; I honestnly really feel it's another boy! The pregnancy has been very similar to E's! They say that EVERY pregnacy is different but I really haven't felt it, there have been some minor changes but nothing major yet. We do still have 2/3rds to go though so we will see. But I do feel it's a boy, but who knows I was possitive E was a girl! Haha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And now here is our baby this week!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Your fetus is forming teeth and vocal cords... savor this, their non-functional phase. Baby is approaching normal proportions, with a head now only one third the size of the body. Intestines are in the process of moving from the umbilical cord to baby's tummy. (Much more convenient.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 255px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488611960043080482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TCt3f2xUCyI/AAAAAAAACeU/vqoxTbFpRGk/s400/E18832F752544CA1A5188C5D202929E4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Fingerprints have formed on your baby's tiny fingertips, her veins and organs are clearly visible through her still-thin skin, and her body is starting to catch up with her head — which makes up just a third of her body size now. If you're having a girl, she now has more than 2 million eggs in her ovaries. Your baby is almost 3 inches long (the size of a medium shrimp) and weighs nearly an ounce. (Length: almost 3 inches, head to bottom.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488609853997244370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TCt1lRI239I/AAAAAAAACeM/9nFOzUE8pLM/s400/13-medium-shrimp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858529631000748304-1635670052563362568?l=growingpacheco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/feeds/1635670052563362568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/06/13-weeks-woot-woot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/1635670052563362568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/1635670052563362568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/06/13-weeks-woot-woot.html' title='13 Weeks!!! Woot, Woot!!!!!'/><author><name>The Pacheco's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561776677820110790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/SW64MSSbWDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rIQEj-QNMvU/S220/karlanMark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TCtpda_6kmI/AAAAAAAACd8/mKuZn45vcRo/s72-c/13+weeks+water.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858529631000748304.post-7689161282990191048</id><published>2010-06-24T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T15:14:29.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11 Month Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wow... seriously where is time going??? Our baby is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; less than a month away from turning one! He is becoming more and more like a toddler by the day, surprising us with new things daily. He is so smart, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; taking after his daddy in the "thinking" department! Not that mommy isn't smart, but I just don't like to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;over anzlize&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;over think&lt;/span&gt; everything like the hubby.  Quick solutions work best for me vs. thinking up EVERY possible solution like my husband and son apparently. E is such an observer already and tries to figure out how to solve a problem. He loves paper and pencils/pens/markers/crayons and knows what they are for, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; starts "Drawing" or more like scribbling! He stands on his own for about half a minute, and is taking about 4 steps now before he squats or lunges over for you to catch him. His third tooth just poke through, he says momma, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dadda&lt;/span&gt;, I love you (well not really, it'&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;s more&lt;/span&gt; like "I ya ya" but he totally has the syllables down) He has become REALLY &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;stubborn&lt;/span&gt; and does NOT want to sign anymore unless he really wants something and we will just say more! He officially weaned himself from the boob! Although I was excited about it since I thought I was going to have a hard time I was so sad to see it end :( He pretty much drinks everything from his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sippy&lt;/span&gt; cup! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Woot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Woot&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! :) We did have to "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;introduce&lt;/span&gt;" the bottle to him when we went up to California to go to Disneyland because we figured it would be easier and I noticed that he seems to really want it to sleep at night :( &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Booooo&lt;/span&gt;... So I am hoping it won't last long if we keep up with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sippy's&lt;/span&gt;! Lucky for us since he was breastfed for so long, he had NO idea how to use the bottle, he knows it has milk in there for him but he tries holding it like his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sippy&lt;/span&gt; cup and can't get anything out of it, so he brings it over to us and expects us to hold it for him!! Ha... go figure huh, we sure got a smart kid ;) What else... um it is nearly impossible to get any good pictures of him although I have plenty of his back and his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hiney&lt;/span&gt;. He is an official stair climber, loves anything electronic, he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; talk on the phone but will bring the phone up to you and put it up to your ear. He loves to hide things, like mommy's keys, he puts house phones inside daddy's shoes puts cheese in his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;toy box&lt;/span&gt;. Still enjoys to snack on dog food and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;occasionally&lt;/span&gt; wash his hands in the toilet bowl! ***Note to mommy &amp;amp; daddy, close those doors*** He &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;love's&lt;/span&gt; Go-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gurts&lt;/span&gt;, PB&amp;amp;J crackers &amp;amp; String Cheese, mainly because he can feed himself! It is a daily battle trying to get him to eat now since he insists on feeding himself! He will push the spoon away until you give it to him. Still LOVES water, he loves going swimming and playing in the tub. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;There &lt;/span&gt;is just tons of stuff and somehow when I am writing these updates I always forget! I have started making notes in my iPhone though so maybe next month I will remember more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TCPMGT4bRxI/AAAAAAAACd0/FuhaMK76-vE/s1600/11+Months+water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486453179855619858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TCPMGT4bRxI/AAAAAAAACd0/FuhaMK76-vE/s400/11+Months+water.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was having a stressful day and needed some ice cream. I went out and got a tub of Peach Ice Cream, I am not sure why I have been craving peaches so much with this pregnancy but I LOVE anything peach right now! Anyway I figured since it's just me and Mark and he doesn't really eat the peach ice cream I would eat out of the tub! Yes it was that kinda day! When I went to go get a spoon for E because he really wanted mine, I came back to this!!! Yes my child took it even further than me and instead of eating "Out" of the tub he decided to eat the tub!!! ***Suggestion... when you come over to our house and are offered Peach Ice Cream, kindly say "No Thanks"*** ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TCPJEb4IKiI/AAAAAAAACds/jxgG6Qjivic/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486449849107229218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TCPJEb4IKiI/AAAAAAAACds/jxgG6Qjivic/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TCPI25uho3I/AAAAAAAACdk/QaSsyLmHcKA/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486449616601850738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TCPI25uho3I/AAAAAAAACdk/QaSsyLmHcKA/s400/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TCPIJaV_HDI/AAAAAAAACdc/CYSyMRa_QyQ/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486448835083312178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TCPIJaV_HDI/AAAAAAAACdc/CYSyMRa_QyQ/s400/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just a random picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TCPHcUMRhtI/AAAAAAAACdU/SCGNS5Q4rSk/s1600/crackers2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486448060337850066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TCPHcUMRhtI/AAAAAAAACdU/SCGNS5Q4rSk/s400/crackers2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are just two pictures from our Disney trip. I have not even uploaded them onto the computer, I have seriously been so busy. But we went to Disneyland almost two weeks ago. E had a great time and did not fuss at all! He was so intrigued with everything and everyone and just stared in awe! He LOVED watching the parade, he LOVED "It's a Small World" and LOVED the characters! He would bounce up in excitement when he saw one! :) It was so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TCPGp66oA5I/AAAAAAAACdM/p6mZakLYevA/s1600/disney+castle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486447194559480722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TCPGp66oA5I/AAAAAAAACdM/p6mZakLYevA/s400/disney+castle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favorite picture! It cracks me up! As a kid I used to watch Bobby's World, I don't remember much of the cartoon other than the little boy had a HUGE &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;head&lt;/span&gt; with a tiny body! This picture reminds me of that! Doesn't it totally look like E grew a Mickey Head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TCPGZOiE8sI/AAAAAAAACdE/59yJ65wEkG0/s1600/mickey+head.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486446907767452354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TCPGZOiE8sI/AAAAAAAACdE/59yJ65wEkG0/s400/mickey+head.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday I wanted to make a soup because the new baby was really craving it. I defrosted some meat and got out the veggies I had (I have not been grocery shopping lately because we have been gone more than we have been home) so we pretty much had NOTHING! I had one carrot, 3 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;potato's&lt;/span&gt; and half an onion, that's it! I figured I was going to have to make a quick run to the store when I realized I had veggies in my garden!!!! I quickly walked the 20 feet to my planter and picked some Cilantro, green peppers and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tomato's&lt;/span&gt;! Just what I needed! I ran back inside so happy! Seriously how perfect is that I was able to make our dinner with the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;veggies&lt;/span&gt; we grew in our backyard! No pesticides, completely organic!!! I am thinking of buying a bin to start composting our "fruit &amp;amp; veggie" waste that way we can fertilize the soil to my mini garden with it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TCPDWf4fRrI/AAAAAAAACc8/jdZ0Ct7UNFU/s1600/Fresh+veggies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486443562350364338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TCPDWf4fRrI/AAAAAAAACc8/jdZ0Ct7UNFU/s400/Fresh+veggies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here they are just before they hit the pot! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TCPC6bT1-SI/AAAAAAAACc0/eHVkj28LKIo/s1600/cut+veggies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486443080086583586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TCPC6bT1-SI/AAAAAAAACc0/eHVkj28LKIo/s400/cut+veggies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;***In baby news, I will be 13 weeks on Sunday! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Woot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Woot&lt;/span&gt;! So like Eli's pregnancy I will start doing my weekly belly pictures then along with an update!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858529631000748304-7689161282990191048?l=growingpacheco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/feeds/7689161282990191048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/06/11-month-update.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/7689161282990191048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/7689161282990191048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/06/11-month-update.html' title='11 Month Update'/><author><name>The Pacheco's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561776677820110790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/SW64MSSbWDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rIQEj-QNMvU/S220/karlanMark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TCPMGT4bRxI/AAAAAAAACd0/FuhaMK76-vE/s72-c/11+Months+water.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858529631000748304.post-1289835226055172919</id><published>2010-06-11T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T13:06:32.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some News &amp; A Scare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I think it's time Mark, Eli &amp;amp; I share some exciting news! We are pregnant with our second baby and due January 2, 2011. Although most of our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;immediate&lt;/span&gt; family and close friends already know, we (or I) weren't really making a big deal about it until we hit 13 weeks, or the 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;trimester&lt;/span&gt;. Call me superstitions, paranoid, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt;, whatever you want but somehow I have that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;time frame&lt;/span&gt; in the back of my mind that as soon as we hit that mark that everything is and will be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, that we are set, we are good! We are one day shy of hitting 11 weeks already and every day that passes I thank God for getting me one day closer to 13 weeks. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;... as if 13 weeks were really it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let me just say that I had an AWESOME pregnancy with Eli with only minor issues here and there, I never really had to go through morning sickness, my biggest thing was the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;metallic&lt;/span&gt; taste in my mouth that made me gag. I felt great pretty much the entire pregnancy aside from sleepiness in the first trimester and then we had the emergency C-section at the end because the little guy was not moving, and turns out I had had an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;abruption&lt;/span&gt;. All in all, I feel it went pretty smooth and feel very blessed for having such a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;healthy&lt;/span&gt; pregnancy and baby! Well with that said let me admit that with Eli I was a complete nutcase, everything made me paranoid, every little twinge I felt (Ligament Pain) I freaked and would call the doctor, you name it I was paranoid about it. With this second pregnancy I have been the complete opposite, very laid back about it and actually &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;enjoying&lt;/span&gt; it, I have felt even better with this one which is hard to believe since I think I lucked out with the first. I have gotten sick 3 times altogether, I do have the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;metallic&lt;/span&gt; taste in my mouth but not as bad as I did with Eli, I hardly ever gag. I do have an excess &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;amount&lt;/span&gt; of saliva that I could honestly do without but hey if that is the worst I will get, I'll take it. I do feel exhausted at the end of the day, but I think part of it has to do with running after an almost 11 month old all day. Anyway the point is, this pregnancy has been even better I can honestly say that I have truly been enjoying it. So much in fact that most nights I lie in bed just thinking if it was too good to be true. After praying each night, I thank God for giving me enough energy to chase after our little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;monster&lt;/span&gt;, enough energy to "sometimes" make my hubby dinner and "sometimes" clean the house, but then think to myself how lucky I have been. Well I think I was becoming pretty smug, almost cocky about how great I have felt. I have a friend who is also pregnant and every time she asked how I was doing after revealing that she felt so would nauseated and horrible, I would just kinda smile smugly and say I feel great. I was not trying to be mean or rub it in her face, the fact is that I do feel great most days and I am happy about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now... rewind pretty much my entire life. One of my biggest fears (along with accidents) is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;miscarrying&lt;/span&gt;. Why &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;miscarrying&lt;/span&gt; of all things, well because it hits so close to home, my mom &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;miscarried&lt;/span&gt; a few times after having me, that she finally went onto fertility medication and six &amp;amp; seven years later she had my sisters. Anyway with how much I have always wanted to have children I have always &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;feard&lt;/span&gt; this. I know it's a pretty dumb thing to worry about because we are NOT in control, only God knows what will really happen and I think it is pretty pointless to worry about things that are out of our reach and that we can't control. What will happen will happen no matter what we do to try and prevent it... However, yes I am still paranoid about it and I do worry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday was one of the hardest days I had to go through as I saw one of my biggest fears right in front of me. I started bleeding... heavily with some clotting. When I realized what was happening, everything started clicking into place. I had been spotting for about a week, I had been having extreme back pain to the point where I was too uncomfortable to sleep. I started running around the house in a panic putting the dog behind the gate, looking for my wallet, my keys, my phone. I called Mark right away and told him I thought I was losing the baby that I was going to the ER, and ran out the door. I had made it about 4 minutes when I was at the first intersection and realized that I was barefoot, I had left in such a hurry that I never even realized I had no shoes on even with the hot cement outside. Since I wasn't too far away I decided to turn around and get. Anyway I cried the entire way to the hospital and once there I couldn't even speak to let them know what was wrong. They didn't even sit me, they just took me right in which was good. They did all the good stuff, blood work, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BP&lt;/span&gt;, temp, HR and then they asked me to pee in a cup. I went ahead and just lost it when all I saw were clumps of blood. I was so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;positive&lt;/span&gt; that we were losing the baby. Well I am not going to go into everything that was going through my head, I just felt very angry and kinda numb (not sure if that is the word) but just out of it, I didn't feel like it was me, like I was just looking in on something. They wheeled me away to get an ultrasound which was very hard on me since they told us that Mark couldn't go that he had to stay in the room. I cried to so much the tech had to give me water to calm down so she could get the pictures they needed. After about 10 minutes I think she felt bad and said we are not suppose to say anything or show you anything but I understand how worried you must be but your baby is perfect! Then she turned the screen and yes, our child is perfect, I was able to see the little heart flickering away and the baby kicking and squirming around everywhere. Everything was already completely formed and you could make out every body part perfectly! So then I started crying &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hysterically&lt;/span&gt; again this time from happiness, from relief, joy. I felt so bad for feeling &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;angry&lt;/span&gt; and for feeling like I had lost my faith that everything was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;. I understand that there are a million things out there that are far worse than this, but at this time in my life, at this very moment, my husband, Eli, and this baby are what is important to me. This child is already so much a part of our lives, we have already started planning for him/her. I talk to Eli every day about his new baby brother/sister and although I was not making a big deal yet, I have grown very attached to this baby already. Anyway after all those tests, the doctor came in and told us I had a Corpus &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lutem&lt;/span&gt; Cyst in my ovary that ruptured (which is why I bled). Everything seems to be perfect with our baby. Mark is healthy, I am healthy, our families are healthy (for the most part... I think we could do without some Cholesterol for some people) :) and Eli is happy, causing trouble daily which only &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;means&lt;/span&gt; he is a healthy growing boy! Now that I wrote an essay, I just want to say how Thankful I am that God has such a strong &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;presence&lt;/span&gt; in our lives, I am so thankful that he has made everything &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, I am so thankful that he has given us all that we have now, and I pray that he continues to bless me with a healthy pregnancy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For now, I introduce Baby P. Number 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481570237164610994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TBJzFo2M5bI/AAAAAAAACY4/vABjwyHYvHo/s400/baby2water.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And now a few pictures of our other baby causing trouble, he loves the dishwasher and thinks it's for him to play with. As soon as he sees it open he rushes over there and is all over it, his latest is actually getting on it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TBJ7azvD_xI/AAAAAAAACaA/4uJ1EYjQovg/s1600/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481579396957732626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TBJ7azvD_xI/AAAAAAAACaA/4uJ1EYjQovg/s400/a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TBJ7J1zMXuI/AAAAAAAACZ4/0byzMeqMMgk/s1600/a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481579105454153442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TBJ7J1zMXuI/AAAAAAAACZ4/0byzMeqMMgk/s400/a1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TBJ68deOF1I/AAAAAAAACZw/Blelt3fQaN0/s1600/a2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481578875585435474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TBJ68deOF1I/AAAAAAAACZw/Blelt3fQaN0/s400/a2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TBJ6Q961OjI/AAAAAAAACZo/VL7-S6v-bZU/s1600/a3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481578128381131314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TBJ6Q961OjI/AAAAAAAACZo/VL7-S6v-bZU/s400/a3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TBJ6B5c_MaI/AAAAAAAACZg/qtBRkO2r99k/s1600/a4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481577869484175778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TBJ6B5c_MaI/AAAAAAAACZg/qtBRkO2r99k/s400/a4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This one is for the heck of it, he does not hear the word "no" from mommy too much and when he does, this is the face I get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481574592286536642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TBJ3DI8Ls8I/AAAAAAAACZQ/yNgO2FDgWe8/s400/IMG_0800.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And this one is just because I love it! I plan on blowing it up and putting it up in our living room!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481576664155493394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TBJ47vQPFBI/AAAAAAAACZY/FjV8ywenjR8/s400/back3grw.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858529631000748304-1289835226055172919?l=growingpacheco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/feeds/1289835226055172919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/06/some-news-scare.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/1289835226055172919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/1289835226055172919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/06/some-news-scare.html' title='Some News &amp; A Scare'/><author><name>The Pacheco's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561776677820110790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/SW64MSSbWDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rIQEj-QNMvU/S220/karlanMark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TBJzFo2M5bI/AAAAAAAACY4/vABjwyHYvHo/s72-c/baby2water.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858529631000748304.post-1107535720827843765</id><published>2010-06-06T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T21:49:10.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SEA LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We had a pretty mellow weekend. Mark and I were both feeling lazy and just kinda hung around the house. We did manage to make it out to go to Church and to SEA LIFE. It's a new aquarium they opened up in the Valley. (I think this is the first in AZ) :) and I had a buy one get one free coupon that Eli got from Infant reading at our local library that Mark and I decided to go. For any local mommies planning on going... I would suggest waiting until the "excitement" of it has worn off, it was packed! Or if you go I would go during the week and in the morning. With me being camera crazy, it was a bit frustrating that I couldn't get pictures of what I wanted but people were pretty nice and actually waited if we were taking a picture. A first I noticed, usually they walk right by the middle and ruin your pic! Anyway, Eli was a bit cranky when we first go there, but we did have to wait about half an hour to get in so he was a bit restless. Once inside we found a bench and fed him and after that he was pretty happy. He was so intrigued by EVERYTHING, and kept saying "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ahh&lt;/span&gt;", and "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ohh&lt;/span&gt;" and some other stuff I can't make out yet! :) Anyway we had a great time and it was nice getting out of the house for a bit. We also took my new camera to test it out! M and I are both learning it at the same time and it was a bit challenging taking pictures of the aquarium because 1) you can't use a flash, 2) You have to get everything through glass, 3) the glass is VERY dirty with fingerprints all over, 4) They had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; crappy lighting. I swear that each room had a different &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;florescent&lt;/span&gt; neon light, they had purple, orange, yellow, aqua, teal, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;redish&lt;/span&gt;, you name it they had it, so it made for taking pictures really hard but regardless, I think we managed to get a few good ones! :) I was very happy with how some turned out!  Anyway... here is our day at SEA LIFE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAx3kHbLQMI/AAAAAAAACYw/abfTJQyBt6k/s1600/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479886308955078850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAx3kHbLQMI/AAAAAAAACYw/abfTJQyBt6k/s400/0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAx3WcUdVpI/AAAAAAAACYo/W82N072iiAE/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479886074045879954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAx3WcUdVpI/AAAAAAAACYo/W82N072iiAE/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAx3Khc_y0I/AAAAAAAACYg/D6UUPPoNaxc/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479885869265439554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAx3Khc_y0I/AAAAAAAACYg/D6UUPPoNaxc/s400/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAx2TP8BjSI/AAAAAAAACYY/klRjjLCm_tg/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479884919670934818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAx2TP8BjSI/AAAAAAAACYY/klRjjLCm_tg/s400/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAx2EeC14kI/AAAAAAAACYQ/3NzEv1WcvSk/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479884665759588930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAx2EeC14kI/AAAAAAAACYQ/3NzEv1WcvSk/s400/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAx1w-NLKcI/AAAAAAAACYI/zUK0z3fIK-o/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479884330795477442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAx1w-NLKcI/AAAAAAAACYI/zUK0z3fIK-o/s400/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAx1bUhJQPI/AAAAAAAACYA/a0YWPufaFis/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479883958827696370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAx1bUhJQPI/AAAAAAAACYA/a0YWPufaFis/s400/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAx1OSh2_6I/AAAAAAAACX4/qxkfDZa7Occ/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479883734955524002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAx1OSh2_6I/AAAAAAAACX4/qxkfDZa7Occ/s400/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAx08-NHhEI/AAAAAAAACXw/q7TwJTIGUBY/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479883437442040898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAx08-NHhEI/AAAAAAAACXw/q7TwJTIGUBY/s400/8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAx0uLTOZxI/AAAAAAAACXo/BviZFtd-2ZE/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479883183259281170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAx0uLTOZxI/AAAAAAAACXo/BviZFtd-2ZE/s400/9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAx0gou01rI/AAAAAAAACXg/YRCaNIyPk1w/s1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479882950641505970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAx0gou01rI/AAAAAAAACXg/YRCaNIyPk1w/s400/10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAx0P7mtPrI/AAAAAAAACXY/2WFDObuv5YA/s1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479882663649951410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAx0P7mtPrI/AAAAAAAACXY/2WFDObuv5YA/s400/11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAx0HIf390I/AAAAAAAACXQ/FbKv-w3fuDE/s1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479882512492132162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAx0HIf390I/AAAAAAAACXQ/FbKv-w3fuDE/s400/12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAxz120gFZI/AAAAAAAACXI/5uj2I-KwpfQ/s1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479882215689033106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAxz120gFZI/AAAAAAAACXI/5uj2I-KwpfQ/s400/13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAxzoxhfqKI/AAAAAAAACXA/_WzBRFkzeQw/s1600/14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479881990928836770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAxzoxhfqKI/AAAAAAAACXA/_WzBRFkzeQw/s400/14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAxzfCoo9gI/AAAAAAAACW4/Ci8KbKolV28/s1600/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479881823723517442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAxzfCoo9gI/AAAAAAAACW4/Ci8KbKolV28/s400/15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858529631000748304-1107535720827843765?l=growingpacheco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/feeds/1107535720827843765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/06/sea-life.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/1107535720827843765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/1107535720827843765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/06/sea-life.html' title='SEA LIFE'/><author><name>The Pacheco's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561776677820110790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/SW64MSSbWDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rIQEj-QNMvU/S220/karlanMark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAx3kHbLQMI/AAAAAAAACYw/abfTJQyBt6k/s72-c/0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858529631000748304.post-1630101640291377396</id><published>2010-06-02T20:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T21:38:00.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Jakes, Apricots, Peppers, Tomato's &amp; Apples!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So we really didn't do much for Memorial Day weekend. Mark and I got into our first "Big" argument since being married, I am sure there are still many more to come :) (I figure every healthy relationship has to have those every once in a while) and hey we almost went 2 years without one! Sure, sure we have had bickering here and there but nothing that he or I weren't over with within an hour. This however involved our child! Yup... our first "Big" one was over our child &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt;.... we are going to have to work on coming up with solutions when it comes to E and any future kids. We weren't seeing eye to eye, he thought one thing, I thought another, the truth is with how difficult Mr. E has been lately (NOT SLEEPING THROUGH THE NIGHT, or during the day for that matter) makes for some very exhausting days &amp;amp; nights for us. M &amp;amp; I both needed a break so E and I headed down to my parents for a few days so Mark could have some time without me nagging at him to do this, or that, and no E to stress over bumping his head on the tile or eating dog food, or getting into the trash, or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tantrums&lt;/span&gt;! E and I were down in RR through Monday morning while Mark got some stuff done around the house. The backyard, cleaning the office and laundry!!! Yes, my husband does laundry and does it better than me! He even organized E's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PJ&lt;/span&gt; drawer and attempted on the closet. Anyway we just went out for dinner on Monday evening and it was nice just being back home, we both missed each other and well makes me want to get into arguments more often since making up is always great :) I think the weekend recap really did both of us well since I got a break too. My parents were so awesome that they insisted on taking E at night so that I could also catch up on some sleep! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, here are some pictures I completely forgot to post about... this was to our day at Amazing &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jakes&lt;/span&gt; about 2 weeks ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E on the Train&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAcpFjwfcKI/AAAAAAAACVk/wR941YV8lR8/s1600/A1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478392647194210466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAcpFjwfcKI/AAAAAAAACVk/wR941YV8lR8/s400/A1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mommy &amp;amp; E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAco3twgSEI/AAAAAAAACVc/-ZnzM0FopSA/s1600/A2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478392409360451650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAco3twgSEI/AAAAAAAACVc/-ZnzM0FopSA/s400/A2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;intrigued&lt;/span&gt; with the little boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAcod4OikNI/AAAAAAAACVU/1iQeId6YYeM/s1600/A3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478391965494186194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAcod4OikNI/AAAAAAAACVU/1iQeId6YYeM/s400/A3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAcn3Xg7bdI/AAAAAAAACVM/34gYaEfV2_A/s1600/A4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478391303877914066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAcn3Xg7bdI/AAAAAAAACVM/34gYaEfV2_A/s400/A4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAcnphEByyI/AAAAAAAACVE/A0LkXXFoLFs/s1600/A5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478391065922882338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAcnphEByyI/AAAAAAAACVE/A0LkXXFoLFs/s400/A5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAcna62G5vI/AAAAAAAACU8/2QicQJ1EeVQ/s1600/A6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478390815145780978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAcna62G5vI/AAAAAAAACU8/2QicQJ1EeVQ/s400/A6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAcnJKBbjGI/AAAAAAAACU0/XA73ygoTcgQ/s1600/A7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478390509982157922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAcnJKBbjGI/AAAAAAAACU0/XA73ygoTcgQ/s400/A7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAcm4rbR68I/AAAAAAAACUs/-aVbXii8jS8/s1600/A8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478390226891172802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAcm4rbR68I/AAAAAAAACUs/-aVbXii8jS8/s400/A8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He actually wen through the tunnel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAcmkSJaclI/AAAAAAAACUk/jqf30Rt4jZE/s1600/A9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478389876507963986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAcmkSJaclI/AAAAAAAACUk/jqf30Rt4jZE/s400/A9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 1st time on a carousel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAcmTQc3DrI/AAAAAAAACUc/Gkm-61kYJaU/s1600/A10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478389583994883762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAcmTQc3DrI/AAAAAAAACUc/Gkm-61kYJaU/s400/A10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So much fun daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAcmFoOEBzI/AAAAAAAACUU/qnb-B2u13Aw/s1600/A11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478389349857101618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAcmFoOEBzI/AAAAAAAACUU/qnb-B2u13Aw/s400/A11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAcl02-ia6I/AAAAAAAACUM/fac44fTytNs/s1600/A12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478389061760740258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAcl02-ia6I/AAAAAAAACUM/fac44fTytNs/s400/A12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then my cousin wanted to ride this thing... but no one wanted to go on it with him, so we all made Mark go on it with him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAcll5BlZFI/AAAAAAAACUE/R7YQ4viaVhw/s1600/A13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478388804612351058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAcll5BlZFI/AAAAAAAACUE/R7YQ4viaVhw/s400/A13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All was good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAclXJozC5I/AAAAAAAACT8/6RQJuxHOWng/s1600/A14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478388551373753234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAclXJozC5I/AAAAAAAACT8/6RQJuxHOWng/s400/A14.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But when he got off he was white as a ghost, then passed out for an hour on the table!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAclHp0pC-I/AAAAAAAACT0/JYkdTsP1fN4/s1600/A15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478388285135457250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAclHp0pC-I/AAAAAAAACT0/JYkdTsP1fN4/s400/A15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; these are here at our house, We have so many fruits and veggies planted and I am so excited that many of them are starting to give! We have watermelon, strawberries, grapes, green peppers, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;habanero's&lt;/span&gt;, red peppers, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;jalapeños&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tomato's&lt;/span&gt;, squash, orange tree, nectarine tree, apple tree, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;apricot&lt;/span&gt; tree, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;avocado&lt;/span&gt; tree, then we are planting &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;carrots&lt;/span&gt;, cucumbers, cilantro and some other stuff in one of the planters. Anyway... I grew up eating fresh fruits &amp;amp; veggies with my grandpa, he had everything you could think off and I have always wanted to do the same. But we don't have too much room do do all I want here in our backyard &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt;.... Well Mark bought a property down in RR a few years back while we were still dating. He figured eventually we would build a house down there to be closer to my parents. We have almost 2 acres of land down there and lately I have been thinking that it would be great to plant all this stuff down there. We aren't sure if we are still going to keep it since it seems like eventually my parents might end up in the Phoenix valley but in the meantime it would be awesome if we could do that! I am sure with how much my dad loves it as well, he would look after it for us. It's a bit late in the planting season so obviously it would have to wait until next year, I am sure my dear hubby will think I am crazy just like every other idea I have :) but hey it's worth a shot right &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E playing with an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;apricot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAck2FmnnII/AAAAAAAACTs/JIMjGsIAhec/s1600/B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478387983355190402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAck2FmnnII/AAAAAAAACTs/JIMjGsIAhec/s400/B1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They were so sweet too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAckp4UrlhI/AAAAAAAACTk/UGk91kx-Wz4/s1600/B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478387773631862290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAckp4UrlhI/AAAAAAAACTk/UGk91kx-Wz4/s400/B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My peppers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAckcyY64CI/AAAAAAAACTc/aJffuvDwPDQ/s1600/B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478387548700729378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAckcyY64CI/AAAAAAAACTc/aJffuvDwPDQ/s400/B3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAckOKNmMoI/AAAAAAAACTU/INfn66fiTgA/s1600/B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478387297397650050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAckOKNmMoI/AAAAAAAACTU/INfn66fiTgA/s400/B4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tomato's&lt;/span&gt; are also starting to grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAckCYzKyBI/AAAAAAAACTM/UmgoIEyquvc/s1600/B5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478387095154903058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAckCYzKyBI/AAAAAAAACTM/UmgoIEyquvc/s400/B5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAcj0WHKENI/AAAAAAAACTE/EeciGU0CaUY/s1600/B6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478386853915267282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAcj0WHKENI/AAAAAAAACTE/EeciGU0CaUY/s400/B6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We probably have close to 50 apples!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAcjnMqOnGI/AAAAAAAACS8/tfSoDchUuuQ/s1600/B7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478386628039711842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAcjnMqOnGI/AAAAAAAACS8/tfSoDchUuuQ/s400/B7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858529631000748304-1630101640291377396?l=growingpacheco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/feeds/1630101640291377396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/1630101640291377396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/1630101640291377396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title='Amazing Jakes, Apricots, Peppers, Tomato&apos;s &amp; Apples!'/><author><name>The Pacheco's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561776677820110790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/SW64MSSbWDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rIQEj-QNMvU/S220/karlanMark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/TAcpFjwfcKI/AAAAAAAACVk/wR941YV8lR8/s72-c/A1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858529631000748304.post-4657655036489962952</id><published>2010-05-26T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T21:32:09.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenya's Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We went down to RR this past weekend for my little sisters graduation. We headed down on Thursday morning to be there for her evening graduation. We are so proud of her and Eli is so lucky to have her as his Nina! She &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; has a great future ahead of her! We LOVE you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NIN&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We are so blessed to have been able to share the day with her and the rest of our family. Her boyfriend Andrew also graduated and his family joined us at my parents house after the graduation to celebrate! We had a great time, the only downfall was that the Graduation took a very long time! It wasn't over until 10:00 pm, so by the time we go home, we just took some pictures, I nursed Eli and then it was off to bed for him! Poor little guy was drained by that point!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E at 6:00 pm on his way to see Nina graduate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475673203412264514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S_1_xGODZkI/AAAAAAAACQM/dkP-RJ4r0Ws/s400/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nin&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Andrew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475673564976440658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S_2AGJJq5VI/AAAAAAAACQU/5MPzl_vY6Rk/s400/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nin&lt;/span&gt; getting her diploma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S_2E7B-jDWI/AAAAAAAACRk/9gM6r9QHDrE/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475678871630318946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S_2E7B-jDWI/AAAAAAAACRk/9gM6r9QHDrE/s400/4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fireworks... I only got to take a few pictures of the fireworks before Eli freaked out and started screaming! :( Poor little guy, so I took him while the hubby took the camera &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S_2DzlCt_5I/AAAAAAAACRc/1Wzz66dZXCE/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475677644092473234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S_2DzlCt_5I/AAAAAAAACRc/1Wzz66dZXCE/s400/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S_2CXX0W3pI/AAAAAAAACRU/gkF5maoRzi8/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475676059994611346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S_2CXX0W3pI/AAAAAAAACRU/gkF5maoRzi8/s400/6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I had to put these last two in here... this is my dear hubby's attempt to take pictures of the fireworks... I am not sure what the heck he did, I already had the camera set. He &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; switched something because when I downloaded the pictures, this is what came out! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S_2B0Wq0coI/AAAAAAAACRM/I9jUigkI6Uk/s1600/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475675458390749826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S_2B0Wq0coI/AAAAAAAACRM/I9jUigkI6Uk/s400/7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S_2BlwnhtpI/AAAAAAAACRE/RCmTOAGu2C0/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475675207658223250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S_2BlwnhtpI/AAAAAAAACRE/RCmTOAGu2C0/s400/8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S_2BYDtaOpI/AAAAAAAACQ8/36mCLyZyoMw/s1600/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475674972265003666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S_2BYDtaOpI/AAAAAAAACQ8/36mCLyZyoMw/s400/9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nugget bars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S_2BNheVqYI/AAAAAAAACQ0/Ep5k-sjZ8Ao/s1600/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475674791276292482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S_2BNheVqYI/AAAAAAAACQ0/Ep5k-sjZ8Ao/s400/10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cute Graduates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S_2BCiyC7JI/AAAAAAAACQs/fS2b1NSE_Co/s1600/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475674602648824978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S_2BCiyC7JI/AAAAAAAACQs/fS2b1NSE_Co/s400/11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mommy &amp;amp; E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S_2A4MEK0pI/AAAAAAAACQk/ARq7zEStduQ/s1600/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475674424752132754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S_2A4MEK0pI/AAAAAAAACQk/ARq7zEStduQ/s400/12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last picture before E crashed! I am just thankful we were able to get one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S_2AdzyrezI/AAAAAAAACQc/fEC1tOK7DE8/s1600/13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475673971559725874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S_2AdzyrezI/AAAAAAAACQc/fEC1tOK7DE8/s400/13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And to clear up any confusion, Kenya is Eli's &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Godmother&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have always called her &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ninik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; as nicknames though, so if you see &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nina &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I am referring to Kenya as E's Godmother if you see &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, I am referring to her as well my sister :) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Confusion&lt;/span&gt; over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858529631000748304-4657655036489962952?l=growingpacheco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/feeds/4657655036489962952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/05/kenyas-graduation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/4657655036489962952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/4657655036489962952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/05/kenyas-graduation.html' title='Kenya&apos;s Graduation'/><author><name>The Pacheco's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561776677820110790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/SW64MSSbWDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rIQEj-QNMvU/S220/karlanMark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S_1_xGODZkI/AAAAAAAACQM/dkP-RJ4r0Ws/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858529631000748304.post-612616376959350946</id><published>2010-05-18T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T22:19:10.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Fun &amp; Lost Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here is a video of E's 1st time in the pool... it was still a bit chilly, 76 degrees and I didn't think he would get in, I dipped his feet in it first and he sat right down on the step and started splashing! I was amazed, he is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; taking after me with the love for water! :) Anyway Nana &amp;amp; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; here you go! ;) And excuse the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;camera-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ographer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, apparently it is a lot harder to shoot when you are in the pool! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ohh&lt;/span&gt; and all the shaking is E... he was actually kicking in the water, you can see a little of him kicking in the end! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c4fa590093bfef9e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc4fa590093bfef9e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331997875%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1752E56DA0918216CD017D8C47B6A6D2280A983E.638D02672112ED035C251D411EB0FB4A995A8E9E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc4fa590093bfef9e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9voUAWZYon9_EvWnpnSmaHHON80&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc4fa590093bfef9e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331997875%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1752E56DA0918216CD017D8C47B6A6D2280A983E.638D02672112ED035C251D411EB0FB4A995A8E9E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc4fa590093bfef9e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9voUAWZYon9_EvWnpnSmaHHON80&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He just sat right down!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472844393242510258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S_Ny-rI1Q7I/AAAAAAAACOc/w9LiceaHrIw/s400/pool2.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mommy &amp;amp; E&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472844592433716418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S_NzKRLt3MI/AAAAAAAACOk/yeC30q2pmqE/s400/pool3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loving it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472844040537599346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S_NyqJNbbXI/AAAAAAAACOU/9gap2cop9mA/s400/pool.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Feet under water!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472843707273926738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S_NyWvtLWFI/AAAAAAAACOM/vJ7sFMnQiz0/s400/feet2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and again....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472843410681754738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S_NyFe0F9HI/AAAAAAAACOE/2Qp3z1vRd5w/s400/feet.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, while I was downloading pictures off the waterproof camera, I found these pictures on the memory card. Let's just say that I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; crying? Where did my baby go?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1st time on a plane, 2 1/2 months old&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472836121696603282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S_NrdNOnDJI/AAAAAAAACN0/OUaFRaVGnmw/s400/babyboy5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Random during Thanksgiving/Christmas time&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472835465460939426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S_Nq3Aj1eqI/AAAAAAAACNc/7ONV_0MFq6Q/s400/babyboy2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Same Day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472835317929945394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S_Nqua9tKTI/AAAAAAAACNU/rLvq9zm5AVA/s400/babyboy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Again, around that time (around 4 1/2 months)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472835700179919362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S_NrEq9M4gI/AAAAAAAACNk/0CPKfiNTdeg/s400/babyboy3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Not sure when... (Possibly in February)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472835924869933586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S_NrRv_eahI/AAAAAAAACNs/EwlPowoJog4/s400/babyboy4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And this one was during one of our "Snow Trips" My sister's made "Pacheco Family" snow creatures! "Daddy P", "Momma P" and "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Baby&lt;/span&gt; P"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472836319552949202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S_NrouTPS9I/AAAAAAAACN8/i_RnqWbyODM/s400/snow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858529631000748304-612616376959350946?l=growingpacheco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/feeds/612616376959350946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/05/water-fun-lost-pictures.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/612616376959350946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/612616376959350946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/05/water-fun-lost-pictures.html' title='Water Fun &amp; Lost Pictures'/><author><name>The Pacheco's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561776677820110790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/SW64MSSbWDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rIQEj-QNMvU/S220/karlanMark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S_Ny-rI1Q7I/AAAAAAAACOc/w9LiceaHrIw/s72-c/pool2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858529631000748304.post-8741437170505708711</id><published>2010-05-17T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T21:40:12.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random catch up's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eli has gotten really good at signing more! In fact too good, he does it for everything now whenever he wants something! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472464352552078738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S_IZVZPazZI/AAAAAAAACNE/xrTcSLJU_NM/s400/Morewater.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eli, "High Five"... and this is what he does!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472457484631992658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S_ITFoPq6VI/AAAAAAAACMc/gwFHr2TSZ6o/s400/high+five+.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and then grumpiness when mommy doesn't get him out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472457094465864114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S_ISu6w0QbI/AAAAAAAACMU/zP-TORqdul0/s400/grouchy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My parents and sisters came up for Mother's Day, they spent the weekend at our house. On Sunday we headed over to my Nana C's house. Mark and I were not feeling well and we spent most of the afternoon sleeping in one of the rooms. Eli had a blast &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;being&lt;/span&gt; passed around from person to person, there were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;plenty&lt;/span&gt; of people to love him! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mark got me a little gold charm. It's a little boy (for E). E got me a necklace with a charm that says mom on it! I LOVED them! Will have to take pictures of them later and post them, but I have been lacking motivation to do much lately. E's teething has not made things easier. Anyway here are two pics from Mommy's Day, I had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;plenty&lt;/span&gt; on my camera since someone took my camera while I was sleeping and documented the day! (I am not sure who it was but thanks)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here are all the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grandkids&lt;/span&gt; (-7) and one great &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;grandkid&lt;/span&gt; (E) :) with my Nana C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472463695883849202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S_IYvK9gzfI/AAAAAAAACM8/229XWZWZelw/s400/grandkids.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sisters, E &amp;amp; I with our Mom &amp;amp; Nana! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S_ISOo8raVI/AAAAAAAACMM/YE1l5oqVKJI/s1600/mommy+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472456539927963986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S_ISOo8raVI/AAAAAAAACMM/YE1l5oqVKJI/s400/mommy+day.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E went to his friends B-day party, he had a blast with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cici's&lt;/span&gt; daddy. He was trying to read to him but E thought it was a game and closed the book over and over again, then he would crack up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S_IR21LV18I/AAAAAAAACME/p_H3eS5HENs/s1600/cici%27s+daddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472456130893830082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S_IR21LV18I/AAAAAAAACME/p_H3eS5HENs/s400/cici%27s+daddy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here he is with some of his buddies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S_IRXWhlZYI/AAAAAAAACL8/oNtffCXUjW0/s1600/friends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472455590089680258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S_IRXWhlZYI/AAAAAAAACL8/oNtffCXUjW0/s400/friends.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We do infant reading at the library every Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S_IQ7fF48uI/AAAAAAAACL0/aHDydHHiTcM/s1600/reading2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472455111353103074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S_IQ7fF48uI/AAAAAAAACL0/aHDydHHiTcM/s400/reading2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As you can see, he is not great at clean up time, he does however do really well taking things OUT of the basket!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S_IQh0Zsm_I/AAAAAAAACLs/S-AWVtmwglA/s1600/reading1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472454670396726258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S_IQh0Zsm_I/AAAAAAAACLs/S-AWVtmwglA/s400/reading1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is what happens when you get Daddy to put on a cloth for the first time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S_IQG_VZ-jI/AAAAAAAACLk/BFo7pOYJVzo/s1600/cloth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472454209475050034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S_IQG_VZ-jI/AAAAAAAACLk/BFo7pOYJVzo/s400/cloth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Baby sleeps in it backwards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S_IPrWtAC2I/AAAAAAAACLc/MQ8yiYLPV8Y/s1600/cloth2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472453734711692130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S_IPrWtAC2I/AAAAAAAACLc/MQ8yiYLPV8Y/s400/cloth2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858529631000748304-8741437170505708711?l=growingpacheco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/feeds/8741437170505708711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/05/random-catch.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/8741437170505708711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/8741437170505708711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/05/random-catch.html' title='Random catch up&apos;s'/><author><name>The Pacheco's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561776677820110790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/SW64MSSbWDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rIQEj-QNMvU/S220/karlanMark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S_IZVZPazZI/AAAAAAAACNE/xrTcSLJU_NM/s72-c/Morewater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858529631000748304.post-6257239564666324070</id><published>2010-05-06T21:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T22:18:29.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have I ever mentioned how much I HATE going to the post office???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, I absolutely HATE going to the post office. I guess the little dinky one we had that could only hold like 5 people, wasn't air conditioned and had very moody ladies didn't make the situation better for me! Anyway, a few months ago they opened up a very nice one, really classy they even have automatic doors for you instead of having to put your packages down, open the door, hold it with your foot, pick up the packages and then w&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;easel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; your way in. Anyway, I HAD to go to the post office because we had 2 stickies placed on our door that we had a package for pick up and I have 2 packages I have needed to send out. Well, if I hated going before, I avoid it like the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;plague&lt;/span&gt; now with a 9 month old. Anyway, I was set... I had Eli's buggy, put him in there, got the packages I had to mail and walk in... There is a HUGE line, I waited in line for 45 minutes! Luckily I had packed some snacks that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;maintained&lt;/span&gt; Eli occupied in his buggy for a while. After that he started getting fussy and wanted out, luckily there was a little boy about 3 years old in front of us that was making him laugh so all was good! Well we finally get up there and I ask to borrow a sharpie so I can fill in the address on the package. I then realize I don't know it and go for my phone so I can get it off my phone.... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;uggghhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, no phone... I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;panic&lt;/span&gt; for a bit then remember that I left it next to the alarm at the house since I ran out of the house once I set it!!!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GRRRRRRRRR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, so I realized that I can't mail the package. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, so I hand the sharpie back and tell the lady I don't have the address so I will have to make another trip, but then tell her that I have a pickup. She very politely &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;asks&lt;/span&gt; if I have that little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sticker&lt;/span&gt; that was placed on the door. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Umm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; well of course I have it, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; she really needs it so she can go get my package and well were is this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sticker&lt;/span&gt;... At the house, on the kitchen table where I put it so I WOULDN'T forget it!!! I waited in line for 45 minutes for my child to eat &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Graham&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;crackers&lt;/span&gt; and laugh at a 3 year old! At least I know my husband and son still love me. Sometimes I really do wonder about myself! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Any who&lt;/span&gt;, people waiting on packages, I have given up on me ever going to the post office, I just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;assigned&lt;/span&gt; Mark to go and drop the stuff off himself, especially if he wanted his mom to have her Mother's Day gift there within the month of May! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858529631000748304-6257239564666324070?l=growingpacheco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/feeds/6257239564666324070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/05/have-i-ever-mentioned-how-much-i-hate.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/6257239564666324070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/6257239564666324070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/05/have-i-ever-mentioned-how-much-i-hate.html' title='Have I ever mentioned how much I HATE going to the post office???'/><author><name>The Pacheco's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561776677820110790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/SW64MSSbWDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rIQEj-QNMvU/S220/karlanMark.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858529631000748304.post-4794199429869914112</id><published>2010-05-05T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T21:08:23.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our cars are TOP priority around here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In Eli's words.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy made me take Driver's Ed for my 9 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;monthday&lt;/span&gt;! I learned how to use my blinkers, move my mirror, change gears and most importantly (according to mommy) how to honk! All the good drivers know how to honk! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S-I9YiZkfMI/AAAAAAAACIE/DZhbddO8V6I/s1600/dschool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468000389341412546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S-I9YiZkfMI/AAAAAAAACIE/DZhbddO8V6I/s400/dschool.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I figured since I did so well in Driver's Ed, I should impress mommy by cleaning my Jeep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S-I9Hj-baxI/AAAAAAAACH8/hRdII_pBklg/s1600/clean1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468000097706666770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S-I9Hj-baxI/AAAAAAAACH8/hRdII_pBklg/s400/clean1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gotta keep these cars clean if you wanna impress the ladies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S-I8zo5BctI/AAAAAAAACH0/Wac4UdKrC5g/s1600/clean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467999755428786898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S-I8zo5BctI/AAAAAAAACH0/Wac4UdKrC5g/s400/clean.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mommy figured it was time for me get my permit, so we headed to the backyard, I learned how to drive &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; trees instead of into them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467998904365196226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S-I8CGbpo8I/AAAAAAAACHs/lfoa9bYmlyg/s400/drive.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I got the hang of it pretty fast and thought I was pretty cool by the end. This is me posing with my "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a cool kid face" after getting my permit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S-I7qFjx4qI/AAAAAAAACHk/GFa50DTHeHc/s1600/backyard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467998491813995170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S-I7qFjx4qI/AAAAAAAACHk/GFa50DTHeHc/s400/backyard.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And finally it was time to hit the streets! Check me out I can even drive one handed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S-I6sbA0YJI/AAAAAAAACHc/aqDczdO9728/s1600/streets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467997432421048466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S-I6sbA0YJI/AAAAAAAACHc/aqDczdO9728/s400/streets.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858529631000748304-4794199429869914112?l=growingpacheco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/feeds/4794199429869914112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/05/our-cars-are-top-priority-around-here.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/4794199429869914112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/4794199429869914112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/05/our-cars-are-top-priority-around-here.html' title='Our cars are TOP priority around here!'/><author><name>The Pacheco's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561776677820110790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/SW64MSSbWDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rIQEj-QNMvU/S220/karlanMark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S-I9YiZkfMI/AAAAAAAACIE/DZhbddO8V6I/s72-c/dschool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858529631000748304.post-8465853776978008095</id><published>2010-05-04T21:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T21:46:25.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little on me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so I had explained in a previous post somewhere down below that I have been having horrible headaches and dizzy spells lately... well for those of you that don't know I suffer from pretty sever &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;migraines&lt;/span&gt;. They cause me to feel &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nauseous&lt;/span&gt;, puke, feel dizzy, I have even blacked out a few times and lost my vision temporarily (not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; but enough that it is so blurred that I wouldn't be able to see the letters on the computer screen in front of me). I have only blacked out a total of 3 times and that was years back, and the last time I remember temporarily not being able to see was about 3 years ago. I need to carry shots with me in case I do start to get a strong one, but since getting pregnant with Eli, I noticed that I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hardly&lt;/span&gt; got any and if I did they were very mild, nothing I couldn't tolerate. When I was in high school I had to be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;home schooled&lt;/span&gt; for a year and a half because I spent more time in the hospital that I did at school. At that point we still hadn't found medicine that worked and were still trying to figure out the onset. My mom &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;kepped&lt;/span&gt; a journal for a year and soon realized that I seemed to be getting them the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;strongest&lt;/span&gt; around the time I was ovulating and when I got my period so we quickly determined they were hormonal. The doctors told me that I would have to deal with them, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hopefully&lt;/span&gt; they would go away or when I went through a big hormonal change such as a pregnancy or menopause. Well sure enough as time passed I noticed that they started getting fewer and fewer, about two a month vs. 15-20/month that I had back in high school. They were also not strong at all. Back in high school I would bite my own fingers and pull out my own hair because it hurt so bad. The best think I can somewhat &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;equivalate&lt;/span&gt; them to are brain freezes, try picturing a brain freeze a little stronger than that but that doesn't go away. Anyway, I started getting headaches again a few months ago, but I noticed that for the last month and a half they have increased in frequency and have been getting stronger They seem to be pretty much gone most mornings though which is odd. :( I have not had to have a shot since Mark and I first started dating, he had to administer it, I can usually do them myself on the stomach or thigh but I like the arm the best because it doesn't hurt me as much however I can't do that one myself, I usually had my mom, dad or friend give it to me. Anyway I had really been contemplating the idea of going to the doctor for some shots in case I do need them but had been putting that on the back burner since I am still nursing E. I was going to hold out until he was a least a year and then go for the shots but it's a good thing I didn't, I think since my headaches have been so odd lately like going away if I sleep (not normal for my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;migraines&lt;/span&gt;) I figured maybe it was something different and sure enough I think I figured it out. About 2 weeks ago I got a tear in my back left gum... my wisdom tooth started to break through so I am almost 100% sure that is the cause of my headaches! :) Which I am happy about, I was really scared they were coming back, I just can't imagine trying to deal with those headaches and having a 9 month old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And another thing, last week I started feeling really bad, I was having some abdominal pain which I thought were just cramps, however within two days they kept getting stronger and more painful. Thursday night/early morning I finally work Mark up because I was literally in a lot of pain and I stopped being able to pee at all. I thought I had a kidney stone or something so I asked him to take me into the ER, after he got up and got ready I realized maybe it was best if he stayed home with E, instead of waking him up at 1:00 am and taking him along so I told Mark I was going to drive myself. I got there and they took me in pretty much as soon as I got there which was awesome, they did some blood work, and other labs turns out I had a simple bladder infection!!!! I didn't know bladder infections hurt that much, I figured they were probably uncomfortable but surely not painful from stomach pains, but the doctor assured me it was normal so I felt like and idiot rushing myself to the ER for a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;UTI&lt;/span&gt;... anyway I am not sure how I got it since all the explanations they gave to me didn't really pertain. I drink a lot of water, I shower daily most times twice, I go to the bathroom regularly, you get the point. Anyway I was pretty surprised that's what it was but very relieved that that is really all it was. They put me on some antibiotics, the stomach pains continued for another two days but I am feeling GREAT again which is great news for everyone in our household! ;) Apparently I get moody, needy and whiny when I can't pee! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But anyway, figured I should explain these things since I was getting some odd questions!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858529631000748304-8465853776978008095?l=growingpacheco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/feeds/8465853776978008095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/05/little-on-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/8465853776978008095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/8465853776978008095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/05/little-on-me.html' title='Little on me'/><author><name>The Pacheco's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561776677820110790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/SW64MSSbWDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rIQEj-QNMvU/S220/karlanMark.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858529631000748304.post-170056323250275327</id><published>2010-05-04T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T10:34:42.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Post it Tuesday</title><content type='html'>So I got this idea over at &lt;a href="http://www.goodsonfamilyjourney.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mitzi's&lt;/a&gt; blog! I really like it because I can just kinda highlight what is on my mind, might adopt this idea as a weekly thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S-BYl7iGPHI/AAAAAAAACHU/yns3vwp2F3M/s1600/superstickies3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467467356286893170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S-BYl7iGPHI/AAAAAAAACHU/yns3vwp2F3M/s400/superstickies3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467467294615409442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S-BYiVyeEyI/AAAAAAAACHM/yJzF9ybiiEw/s400/superstickies2.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S-BXQQbZ0kI/AAAAAAAACHE/brxYMoZS2qM/s1600/superstickies1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467465884427211330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S-BXQQbZ0kI/AAAAAAAACHE/brxYMoZS2qM/s400/superstickies1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Be back later on tonight for updates! I NEED to go to the post office, have been needing to for weeks now. We got one of those stickies on our door yesterday saying we had something for pick up so I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;positive&lt;/span&gt; they are our cloth diapers. E's poor little bum is begging me to go, I hate how bad he gets these diaper rashes. He pretty much blisters and bleeds. Anyway crossing fingers it's our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cloths&lt;/span&gt;! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858529631000748304-170056323250275327?l=growingpacheco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/feeds/170056323250275327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/05/post-it-tuesday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/170056323250275327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/170056323250275327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/05/post-it-tuesday.html' title='Post it Tuesday'/><author><name>The Pacheco's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561776677820110790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/SW64MSSbWDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rIQEj-QNMvU/S220/karlanMark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S-BYl7iGPHI/AAAAAAAACHU/yns3vwp2F3M/s72-c/superstickies3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858529631000748304.post-7104732463026956724</id><published>2010-05-03T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T22:54:43.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9 months + a week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tad late but been busy &amp;amp; sick (mommy) not the baby. Anyway here are his 9 month stats.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;18 lbs 6 oz putting him in the 18%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;29 inches long putting him in the 80%&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;17.25 for head cir. putting him in the 12% (seems low but his little head is what seems to be growing at a normal pace)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Has his left, bottom tooth and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;neighboring&lt;/span&gt; one already starting to peek through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Went on an eating strike for about 4 days and didn't want any solids or purees, but is back eating again. He is eating about 18-24 oz of solids a day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He gets a snack or two if he asks for some&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nursing about 4-5 times a day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;STTN&lt;/span&gt; PEOPLE!!!! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WOOT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WOOT&lt;/span&gt;, we have only had 1 night in almost 3 weeks where he woke up 3 times, the rest have been pretty good. He goes to be anywhere from 8:00 pm to 8:30 and is out at least until 5:00 am, I am so excited and have been feeling a lot better as far as my headaches go! (Post on me later this week)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Is officially taking at least two half hour naps during the day, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WOOT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WOOT&lt;/span&gt; again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Size 12 month clothes, some rompers are 18 months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Still size 3 diapers (still waiting for our cloth to come in, I am growing very impatient, we are going on 3 weeks now but we got a confirmation today that they are here) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WOOT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WOOT&lt;/span&gt; x 3 so we should be going fresh in a few days! And we still have about 3 months left of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;disposies&lt;/span&gt;... (I am thinking I am going to save them for my sister... yes, I am going to be an aunt and E is going to have a baby cousin... more on this later too) YEAH!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Crawling EVERYWHERE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pulling up on EVERYTHING&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Has discovered that cabinets have things inside them he can pull out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Is starting to let go when he stands (for about 5 seconds)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Can "High Five" on command&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Can clap on command&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Can Hug (or "Big Hug" aka "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Abrazo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Grande&lt;/span&gt;") on command&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Can kiss (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;beso&lt;/span&gt;) on command&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Can sign "More", "Milk", "Dog" and "Eat/Water" (not sure which one, he has just started doing eat or water so I still can't tell the difference and if I give him water he is happy, if I give him a snack he is happy so we are trying to work on distinguishing the two)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He knows/understands the signs (but not doing them yet) for "Kiss", "Cracker", "Apple", "banana" and "Play"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We are working on him signing obviously the above ones as well as starting on "Change Diaper", "No", "Yes", "Mommy", "Daddy", "Grandma" &amp;amp; "Grandpa".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And for those of you that have asked, I do speak to him in Spanish &amp;amp; English, everything I say, I say in both languages so as far as I can tell up to this point he does seem to understand because I will practice with him and say "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;perro&lt;/span&gt;" and he will sign "Dog" and later on I will say "Dog" and he signs "Dog" and the same for ever other word. Mark has been great too with him and when he signs at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; he does say the few words he knows in Spanish like he will say "Mas" for "more". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He begs other people for food, my aunts or anyone he sees eating, as soon as he sees food, he will &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; start signing "More" (his favorite) and opening his mouth. Just today I went out for coffee and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;bagels&lt;/span&gt; with some ladies and he was begging one of them for food! They of course thought it was the cutest thing ever (who wouldn't) however once you give him something it's hard to get him to stop asking for more :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is a must to wear shoes now when he is in his walker otherwise you will get ran over or have your little toes stubbed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He loves looking at himself in the mirror (I don't think he has figured our that it's him)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Still no real words other than &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;dadda&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thinks he is a big boy and no longer wants his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;car seat&lt;/span&gt;, he will not stay in it when we are out shopping and I have a very hard time keeping him in the shopping cart so we have pretty much just gone straight to his little push buggy, that is pretty much our stroller.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Love's his "Max" &amp;amp; the "Noodle"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Loves his bath time and will try and crawl away from me when I say "up, time for bed" he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;squeals&lt;/span&gt; like it's a game and turns his back to me, then of course I give in and let him play in the water a little while longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I guess that is all for now, he is doing a lot more, it's just hard to remember... I need to start writing these things down so when it comes time to update I don't forget. Anyway I have promised myself to blog every single day day for this week so I can catch up on stuff. So this is day 1 of 7!!! Let's hope I can do it! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here he is over at his God mother's house asking her for and Ice cream sandwich....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"But Nina, if daddy gets one I should too"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467259214103864914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S9-bSdekZlI/AAAAAAAACGE/mm9ZvOF86VE/s400/begscollage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;LOVE these pictures, he was trying to get a dirty t-shirt out of the basket and I kept saying "E that's not yours" he finally knocked the basket over and I guess he thought "If I run away, maybe mommy won't know it was me"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467264941681421682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S9-gf2XeLXI/AAAAAAAACGM/D41HRB09ybQ/s400/get+away+collage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He spilled all of his oatmeal on the floor and was eating it like that, when started cleaning him up and taking it away he started signing for "more" :) (they aren't the best pictures but I did have the camera on "Auto" because I didn't want to miss the moment by changing the settings which I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bumbed&lt;/span&gt; now because his little hands are blurry)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S9-hFcijNFI/AAAAAAAACGU/Ipi0vrUvrxA/s1600/morecollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467265587583595602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S9-hFcijNFI/AAAAAAAACGU/Ipi0vrUvrxA/s400/morecollage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally crossed the line... I was dreading this day! He had been such and awesome baby and stayed in the living room, then one day he decided to cross... It has been pretty much impossible to get him on the carpet side of the line again, he will just creep right on over again! (Him pulling up like this on chairs and everything else is really making us consider holding off on reflooring our downstairs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467258282348355794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S9-acOavoNI/AAAAAAAACF8/v5cLlfiNMIs/s400/crossing+lines+collage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The day he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;discovered&lt;/span&gt; that the cabinets had many things hidden! Now I can't keep the living room clean because he will go and open all of them and pull everything out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467257365964413986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S9-Zm4nyXCI/AAAAAAAACF0/Y4KozUXQKA8/s400/basket+collage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I guess that is all for now, I am heading up to bed, but I NEED to be back tomorrow since I AM CHALLENGING myself to blog for an entire week straight!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858529631000748304-7104732463026956724?l=growingpacheco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/feeds/7104732463026956724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/05/9-months-week.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/7104732463026956724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/7104732463026956724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/05/9-months-week.html' title='9 months + a week'/><author><name>The Pacheco's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561776677820110790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/SW64MSSbWDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rIQEj-QNMvU/S220/karlanMark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S9-bSdekZlI/AAAAAAAACGE/mm9ZvOF86VE/s72-c/begscollage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858529631000748304.post-9050276520081044020</id><published>2010-04-27T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T20:50:16.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Had to share</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so I was going through this last months pictures to write the way overdue 9 month update and ran across this picture! This was the day he figure out how to take off his diaper. I literally &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;started&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt; when I saw it and had to share! Only my child... what do you think babe? Taking after his daddy? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You can't tell from this angle but he was actually eating a mango while watching TV... naked!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465029727233308034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S9evlPqw9YI/AAAAAAAACE8/SSVhS4KPI30/s400/bumwater.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858529631000748304-9050276520081044020?l=growingpacheco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/feeds/9050276520081044020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/04/had-to-share.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/9050276520081044020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/9050276520081044020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/04/had-to-share.html' title='Had to share'/><author><name>The Pacheco's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561776677820110790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/SW64MSSbWDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rIQEj-QNMvU/S220/karlanMark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S9evlPqw9YI/AAAAAAAACE8/SSVhS4KPI30/s72-c/bumwater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858529631000748304.post-2714791264266452237</id><published>2010-04-21T13:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T14:10:02.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My child just scared me to death! :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eli had his 9 month check up this morning (more on his stats later) but with his 9 month check up came some shots! Well shots went well but I know they do make him fussy so I came straight home. I decided since he had just ate and I changed his diaper he would be good to play on the floor while I started on dinner. He is within &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;eye shot&lt;/span&gt; of me and I am facing him while I am cutting up all the veggies, when all of a sudden he starts screaming and then starts to gag. I run over to him trying to figure out what is wrong when I notice he is still gagging. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; think he has something in his mouth and I shove my finger in there to fish whatever it is out. While I am doing this I am trying to think of what it could possibly be, the floor is clean, there is absolutely nothing smaller than an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; egg within reach of him, nothing on the floor so I think the dog brought something over and whatever it is Eli somehow got into his mouth. By this point I can't find anything and he is still &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;gagging.&lt;/span&gt; I realize he has something down his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;throat&lt;/span&gt;. I turn him around and start hitting between his shoulder blades to try and lodge whatever is in there lose, after about 10 attempts there is nothing, by this point I am really panicking because he isn't gasping for breath but he is crying, gagging and I know there is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; something in there! I put him on the floor for one last attempt before I call 911 and I see it... yup way in the back of his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;throat&lt;/span&gt; I see a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; circular object stuck to the back side. The damn &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;band aid&lt;/span&gt; from his shots! The child pulled it off his little thigh and decided he was going to snack on it! I seriously almost fainted and then &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; started crying once I was able to get it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So mommies, lesson for the day, It does not matter that the house is absolutely spotless, that you have nothing they can possibly choke on or anything smaller than the inside of a toilet paper roll, children WILL find a way, or will find something... and doctors... we pay you a decent amount of money each time we go in, stop being cheap and buying the tiny &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;band aids&lt;/span&gt; that you get in bulk. They &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;obviously&lt;/span&gt; don't stick on well and as my child proved it, they ARE a choking hazard!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858529631000748304-2714791264266452237?l=growingpacheco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/feeds/2714791264266452237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-child-just-scared-me-to-death.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/2714791264266452237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/2714791264266452237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-child-just-scared-me-to-death.html' title='My child just scared me to death! :('/><author><name>The Pacheco's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561776677820110790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/SW64MSSbWDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rIQEj-QNMvU/S220/karlanMark.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858529631000748304.post-1812894516088438638</id><published>2010-04-20T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T22:57:26.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; so the last month has been a bit busy for us. We have been spending a lot of our time down in RR because I was asked to do some photo shoots for some Seniors. It has been great spending so much time with my family but I am happy to be home (for a while a week or two). I was going to write a huge post but decided I will do minimal writing and just highlight the some key stuff. (These are only a few photos of what's been happening, I still have some on my laptop that need to be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;transferred&lt;/span&gt; to my desktop) but I figured there were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;plenty&lt;/span&gt; of pics here! E has his 9 month check up tomorrow so I will be updating his stats then, and some other stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Besides Mark &amp;amp; I, there is no one in this word that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;loves&lt;/span&gt; this child as much as these two people do! Eli is so incredibly blessed to have such a wonderful &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tata&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Nana. He is so happy when he sees them and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;immediately&lt;/span&gt; stretches his arms so they can hold him. He gives them tons of "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;besos&lt;/span&gt;" and hugs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462453123601221282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S86ILLJ5RqI/AAAAAAAAB8w/i3JMcfZUcok/s400/loved.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We spent Easter down at my parents. They usually come up here and our entire family does something together however since it was Eli's first Easter, we wanted it to be a little more intimate so we decided to do it at my parents house. Well, let's just say that with a Mexican family it was anything but intimate, we had about 30 people over! My mom's aunt came over and brought this for Eli. As you can see he was not a happy bunny!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462452434111492338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S86HjCmu8PI/AAAAAAAAB8o/gwcHlsh1Xwo/s400/llora.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We could not get him to smile at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462452156253592178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S86HS3gP2nI/AAAAAAAAB8g/U3rz18RvZ1w/s400/buns.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eli also went on his first Easter Egg hunt! He loved it and by the end he understood the eggs went in his monkey! He would put them in then take them out look at me and smile!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462450107681138530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S86Fbn-g52I/AAAAAAAAB74/69BzLNwhM70/s400/eastereg2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462449653099368898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S86FBKhxkcI/AAAAAAAAB7w/jKshaX0qyAA/s400/easterhunt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here he is with his buddies Will and Kaylee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462450695681089314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S86F92coHyI/AAAAAAAAB8A/FhJ-RXDcvX4/s400/eastereg3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eli has also gone to several Birthday parties, here he is at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Sophie's&lt;/span&gt; enjoying a spoon he stole from mommy that had some chocolate moose on it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462451542489773682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S86GvJDjNnI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/y_yGOsY0P_o/s400/spoons.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As you can tell, he loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462451815907008610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S86G_DnTIGI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/rp7mw-w9YK0/s400/lengua.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He didn't just eat moose though, we figured we should give him something healthy and gave him a slice of mango that he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gummed&lt;/span&gt; on for about a half hour! Eli gave some to Kaylee and she loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462450933270791634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S86GLribRdI/AAAAAAAAB8I/_YBXt_PpLy4/s400/Mangos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here he is at Kaylee's first birthday! He is such the ladies man, he was the only boy there! But that's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, he likes having 7 little ladies all to himself!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462456199290427634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S86K-M_WGPI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/nlzoR7CQ82I/s400/ladiesman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here he is just after taking a toy from &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Anahi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462454605591359650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S86Jhb_4MKI/AAAAAAAAB84/_K9KBEjK0qo/s400/party.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We also took him to the Desert Botanical Garden for the first time. He wasn't too into anything other than the people and his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sippy&lt;/span&gt; cup! He left his hat on for about half an hour and then we couldn't get it back on! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ohh&lt;/span&gt; well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462455905493922082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S86KtGgzMSI/AAAAAAAAB9I/QjKEiYItt8I/s400/stroller.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462455638268810050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S86KdjBXk0I/AAAAAAAAB9A/FWiTr5HUsYQ/s400/cactus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here he is at infant reading! He loved the bubbles, and so did I, they are awesome, they don't pop and will stick to the ground for a long time so babies are able to play with them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462449218457512946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S86En3XFK_I/AAAAAAAAB7o/hnJKG7jFZwQ/s400/waterlib.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; a little bully at this point. He thinks anything he sees is his and wants it. He was not being nice to Olivia today and was taking the block she was playing with. We are going to have to work on sharing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462448836527588082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S86ERoj5AvI/AAAAAAAAB7g/a2Zqqhn_f9E/s400/blockwater.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today some mommies and I took the babies to a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;splash&lt;/span&gt; area at one of our local malls. He wasn't so sure about the water at first and then he loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462456481575737362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S86LOolaGBI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/cuNqOV-meSs/s400/tagged.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Again, I have tons more pics, and more info about what's been  going on but to tell you the truth I have not been feeling well lately. For the last month and a half I have been going to bed with headaches and have been having some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;occasional&lt;/span&gt; dizzy spells which is another reason why I have been slacking on the updating. Sometimes I just want to go to bed. Not to mention that life and poor theething babies also gets in the way from a good sleep. :) But anyway, that will be for another post. :) But don't worry all is good, Mark and I are doing great, he is still working away, Eli is growing like a weed and changes daily. Eddie no longer has a buddy to play with so we are thinking of possibly going to the humane society to get him a friend since he got so attached to my sisters dog. I have been maintaining myself busy with my husband and our son and photo stuff. God is good to us, life is life... sometimes wonderful and great, sometimes not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858529631000748304-1812894516088438638?l=growingpacheco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/feeds/1812894516088438638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/04/in-pictures.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/1812894516088438638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/1812894516088438638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/04/in-pictures.html' title='In Pictures'/><author><name>The Pacheco's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561776677820110790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/SW64MSSbWDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rIQEj-QNMvU/S220/karlanMark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S86ILLJ5RqI/AAAAAAAAB8w/i3JMcfZUcok/s72-c/loved.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858529631000748304.post-2477245911503627882</id><published>2010-04-19T22:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T22:31:58.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Before I forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And I know if I don't post I will, Eli broke a tooth! (FINALLY) We noticed he had a huge hole on Friday &amp;amp; on Saturday his little tooth was already visible! We were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;amazed&lt;/span&gt; at how fast it poked through, it has continued to slowly make it's way up and we can see it more and more everyday! I have tons of stuff to update on but will be doing that tomorrow since for the first day in a while I have absolutely NOTHING to do in the afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And for now I leave you with this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462087993451305794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S808FzWXW0I/AAAAAAAAB7M/Fwl3uGBbyfo/s400/meanfacewater.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; takes after his daddy in the moodiness ;) Love ya babe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858529631000748304-2477245911503627882?l=growingpacheco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/feeds/2477245911503627882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/04/before-i-forget.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/2477245911503627882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/2477245911503627882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/04/before-i-forget.html' title='Before I forget'/><author><name>The Pacheco's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561776677820110790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/SW64MSSbWDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rIQEj-QNMvU/S220/karlanMark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S808FzWXW0I/AAAAAAAAB7M/Fwl3uGBbyfo/s72-c/meanfacewater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858529631000748304.post-4635307485107751499</id><published>2010-04-08T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T12:20:07.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another pro to having a baby is....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They help get you out of a ticket!!!! Yup, my wonderful (screaming) child got mommy out of a ticket yesterday! :) We were on our way back up from RR when I was pulled over. We were driving through what I didn't realize was a school zone, and the lady to my left had been honking at me since the previous light. I seriously thought there was something wrong with my car, maybe my tires were low or my gas cap was open. I was so focused on trying to figure out what she was trying to tell me that I didn't realize the light had turned green a while ago and now I had the car behind me honking at me too! So trying to get through the light I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;failed&lt;/span&gt; to see the signs saying "NO PASSING" 15 MPH School Zone! As soon as I reached 17 MPH I hear the dreaded sound of sirens and those ugly flashing lights in my mirror! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;GRRRR&lt;/span&gt;. I pull over and the cop has a pissed off look on his face. So here I am thinking "Great, M is just going to LOVE me even more after this... Our insurance is going to go up again &amp;amp; I am going to have to spend a dreaded 4 hours in driving school!" I get my license, insurance and registration out and have them ready by the time the cop pulls up to my window I just hand them over without him asking! (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hehe&lt;/span&gt; practice I guess) The rest kinda goes like this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cop&lt;/strong&gt; - "Ma'am, do you know why I pulled you over?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - "Yeah, I speed through a school zone"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cop&lt;/strong&gt; - "Why were you speeding Ma'am?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - "I wasn't paying attention." (Sad Face)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cop&lt;/strong&gt; - "Why weren't you paying attention?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - (This is where I start rambling on about the Lady that had been honking at me and me too focused on trying to figure out what was wrong with the car)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cop&lt;/strong&gt; - "Yeah, I heard the honking, she was honking at you?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - "Yeah, she had been since the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;previous&lt;/span&gt; light (Eli then starts to fuss) and she kept pointing at the car"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cop&lt;/strong&gt; - "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmmph&lt;/span&gt;" (then he circles my car) "I don't see anything Ma'am. You have a baby in there?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - "Yes"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cop&lt;/strong&gt; - (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Looks&lt;/span&gt; in the car to the backseat, then he notices the dog kennel safely &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;seat belted&lt;/span&gt; in to the front seat) "What do you have in there?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - "My dog."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cop&lt;/strong&gt; - "A puppy?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - "No, he is two."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cop&lt;/strong&gt; - "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ohh&lt;/span&gt;, you have one of those &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dinky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; dogs?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - (EXCUSE ME) "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ummm&lt;/span&gt;, No, not &lt;em&gt;Dinky&lt;/em&gt;, just small." (E is screaming by this point)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cop&lt;/strong&gt; - (Pat's the car and goes to his &lt;em&gt;fancy cop car&lt;/em&gt;) .... Two minutes later "That baby is upset Ma'am"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - "I know."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cop&lt;/strong&gt; - "I don't know how women can drive around with a crying baby, that's a big distraction."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - (I just stare... confused)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cop&lt;/strong&gt; - (Looks in at the dog again) "I have to say, I have never seen anyone seat belt their dog before (smirks)... How 'bout I let you go with a warning this time if you get that baby home and pay more attention to School Zones"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - (Shame face for the whole School Zone thing) "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cop&lt;/strong&gt; - (Hands me back all my stuff) "Have a good day"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - "Thanks!" (HAPPY DANCE, HAPPY DANCE, HAPPY DANCE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So my screaming child along with my &lt;em&gt;seat belted in&lt;/em&gt; dog helped me get out of a ticket! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Woot&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Woot&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*** And for what it's worth, I have NEVER gotten a ticket for speeding, I am NOT a speeder however &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sometimes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I do fail to notice signs, like "No turn on red" or "No left hand turn" which are what my tickets are for, and I ALWAYS (with the exception of yesterday &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;obviously&lt;/span&gt;) obey School Zone's, I don't make excuses for school zone's and I do feel really bad about not paying attention to it. ***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858529631000748304-4635307485107751499?l=growingpacheco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/feeds/4635307485107751499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/04/another-pro-to-having-baby-is.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/4635307485107751499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/4635307485107751499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/04/another-pro-to-having-baby-is.html' title='Another pro to having a baby is....'/><author><name>The Pacheco's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561776677820110790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/SW64MSSbWDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rIQEj-QNMvU/S220/karlanMark.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858529631000748304.post-7736191066228879234</id><published>2010-04-02T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T17:31:51.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S7aIiOlZbyI/AAAAAAAABxw/cWu0O_RoRyU/s1600/handstole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455698120217816866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S7aIiOlZbyI/AAAAAAAABxw/cWu0O_RoRyU/s400/handstole.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S7aIO4SPQuI/AAAAAAAABxo/OtnwBvmSNWg/s1600/runawayeet2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455697787814363874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S7aIO4SPQuI/AAAAAAAABxo/OtnwBvmSNWg/s400/runawayeet2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858529631000748304-7736191066228879234?l=growingpacheco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/feeds/7736191066228879234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-heart.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/7736191066228879234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/7736191066228879234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-heart.html' title='My Heart :)'/><author><name>The Pacheco's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561776677820110790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/SW64MSSbWDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rIQEj-QNMvU/S220/karlanMark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S7aIiOlZbyI/AAAAAAAABxw/cWu0O_RoRyU/s72-c/handstole.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858529631000748304.post-3496391739924987793</id><published>2010-04-01T21:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T21:27:02.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Making the Switch</title><content type='html'>We are going to Cloth!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had considered cloth diapering the baby since before he was born. M on the other hand said he would NEVER change a diaper if we used cloth. Well lucky for him I have an awesome mother who had a great &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;diaper&lt;/span&gt; shower for me that we had a huge stock of diapers. I am happy to say that as of right now we have yet to buy a single diaper. We did once last year when we flew up to California but not because we were out but it would just be something else we had to carry . I am happy to report that our stock is starting to run low :) we still have a good 3 months left of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;disposies&lt;/span&gt; however, this means I started &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;contemplating&lt;/span&gt; cloth again and tossing the idea to M that "&lt;em&gt;maybe&lt;/em&gt;" it's time we make the switch. :) I think we are finally on the same page. Since M looks at everything from a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;business&lt;/span&gt; perspective I had an in with the "Babe, just think of all the money we can save" I think that or my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;persistence&lt;/span&gt; finally made him cave because we have officially started shopping around. We checked some out this weekend and have been looking online as well. Not only am I super excited that M &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; agreed but E's little bum will clear up some (he has his daddy's sensitive skin so he gets a lot of rashes). &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Plus&lt;/span&gt; I am hoping once I get the hang of it, I can start making my own. Just look at all the possibilities!!! How cute is E's little &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;butt&lt;/span&gt; going to look with Sock Monkey's all over! I LOVE IT!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455386995322245186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S7VtkYB30EI/AAAAAAAABwU/wG72ucrbaJg/s400/grobaby-cloth-diapers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 165px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455386922567647186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S7VtgI_0v9I/AAAAAAAABwM/40EUIJqG7hU/s400/UF_deluxediaperline.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 341px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455386864109581762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S7VtcvOVdcI/AAAAAAAABwE/i2pUbsa8t2c/s400/Funky-Cloth-Diapers1-nanaimo-rvt43.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455386658604237874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S7VtQxqCxDI/AAAAAAAABv0/1qt9msLKaEQ/s400/blueberry.gif" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455386747930102274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S7VtV-a_SgI/AAAAAAAABv8/FiBeTPtH4M8/s400/bumkins-aio-cloth-diaper-model.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858529631000748304-3496391739924987793?l=growingpacheco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/feeds/3496391739924987793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/04/making-switch.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/3496391739924987793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/3496391739924987793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/04/making-switch.html' title='Making the Switch'/><author><name>The Pacheco's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561776677820110790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/SW64MSSbWDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rIQEj-QNMvU/S220/karlanMark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S7VtkYB30EI/AAAAAAAABwU/wG72ucrbaJg/s72-c/grobaby-cloth-diapers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858529631000748304.post-2556520044421398796</id><published>2010-03-29T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T23:08:09.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Recap + 8 Month Stats!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ummmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... I can't remember what &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; this weekend. I seriously just brain farted big time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;8 month stats,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;E is now snorting when he laughs (he does it on purpose because he knows that we laugh and he gets attention &amp;amp; then afterwards he does his "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Viejito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" face)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;Has gone on an eating strike, for some reason he has been really bad at eating lately, he does still nurse about 8 times a day actually I guess he doesn't nurse, more like snacks. It is pretty frustrating because I am constantly worried about him being hungry. He does not want purees anymore he spits them out and only wants things he can feed himself. Steamed veggies, veggie chips, string cheese (Not sure if he should be eating this yet, but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;somedays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you just gotta do what works) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mandarin&lt;/span&gt; oranges, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;strawberries&lt;/span&gt;, and kiwi are pretty much the only things he is taking right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;Still no &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;STTN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;No longer lets mommy take pictures, he sees the camera and a) starts reaching for it, b)turns his back to me (not kidding) or c) A&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;lmost weighs 18 lbs and is 29 1/2 inches long (Not sure what percent, we go to the doc's next month) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;Still size 3 diapers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;12 month clothes, although the shirts all fit him very big :( pants are good though &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;sleeps on his right side just like mommy (Well when he sleeps) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;Still not teeth, but we "Think" they are coming soon (We have been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;teething&lt;/span&gt; since Jan, however this time his poor little gums look like they are going to explode) So we are hoping soon, maybe then mommy might get a few more hours of sleep at night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;Already understands Cause &amp;amp; Effect, he knows that if he spins, the dolphins move (on one of his toys) he knows that if he drops a toy, the dumb adults will come running to pick it up, and as soon as they turn their back down to the floor it goes again and then comes yet another dumb adult... and the game goes on until mommy finally takes the toy away!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;He &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;knows&lt;/span&gt; to "Turn the page" while we are reading, after I am finished with a page, I say "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, turn the page" and he does! :) Sometimes he gets a little too excited though and just wants to continue turning since he gets praise when he does! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;Gives the dogs kisses (Yup) I am not too happy with that, but I have not figured out a way to make him stop, when he sees the dogs near him, he opens his mouth wide open and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt; just waits for a kiss... now when I have him on the floor, I try and keep the dogs outside until we are done playing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;He has gotten up on all fours!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;Still not crawling, he spins on his little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hiney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; like there is no tomorrow and he butt scoots everywhere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;Pulls up on anything now, but he has no control over his legs, as soon as he is up he wants to start bouncing from excitement and then he falls over!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, back to this weekend, is it sad that I had to go back and look at pictures to remember what we did? :( (I have not been sleeping well lately, not because of E or M but me, explanation in another post) Well I honestly can't remember what we did on Friday, I think we just hung around here and relaxed, Saturday we went over to our Local Park for a Spring Festival, our Church sponsored a Salsa Contest, there were about 20 contestants, Mark and I tried every single salsa, although I thought they were all very good, I don't think my stomach agreed with me later on that day. We walked around for a few hours and then headed back home. I took care of E while M worked on the backyard some more. Sunday we just went to church and ran errands. I really liked this weeks service and will have to post about it later on this week, however the most exciting part of Church was that M and I left E at the nursery for the first time ever!!! At breakfast M was complaining how we don't get to sit through service together anymore because I was always at the baby lounge with E, although the baby lounge is set up really nice with gliders and a TV to see the service, I could hardly ever hear what was being said because of everyone else talking so after church each week I always had to ask M what it was about... Well when we got there on Sunday we noticed that the baby lounge was no longer at it's normal location so we were redirected to the new spot which was located right outside the nursery.... (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, E is sleeping in the stroller, will probably sleep for about another half hour... Why Not???) So we left him! So M and I hurried off. they have 3 big screens set up for everyone to be able to follow scriptures on, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;occasionally&lt;/span&gt; on the bottom left hand of those screens you will often see a Red number pop up. Those Red numbers are assigned to each baby, so if something happens, the red number is just flashed, if it is your baby's number you know to quietly get up and head over to the nursery to see what is up! Well after I was finished crying over leaving him in the nursery I figured I would be able to enjoy the service... WRONG, I spent the first half of it staring at the bottom left corner just waiting for G(something) :) to pop up! I waited, and waited, and then waited some more and nothing. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; started to relax &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;towards&lt;/span&gt; the end and was able to listen to the last half (Which was great by the way) After it was over we rushed over to get E. I peeked in and to my disbelief he was in an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;exersaucer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; laughing! Yes, my child was laughing with complete strangers to him! I asked one of the helpers how he did and as soon as he heard my voice he started screaming like there was no tomorrow! (yeah, my kid has me wrapped around his finger and I realized then that he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;knows&lt;/span&gt; very well how to manipulate mommy in order to get what he wants) &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ahhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... not sure how I am going to break that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;habit&lt;/span&gt; since I really can't stand to hear him cry. But anyway, now we know that he is perfectly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; staying in the nursery and Mommy &amp;amp; Daddy can now enjoy the services together! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This was from a week ago, we were making signs for our yard sale &amp;amp; E helped out too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S7F_oApu7WI/AAAAAAAABqU/yYNjqkP2bG8/s1600/drawingwater.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S7F_oApu7WI/AAAAAAAABqU/yYNjqkP2bG8/s320/drawingwater.jpg" nt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of his St. Patty's day outfits! My &lt;a href="http://www.apeekatthepachecos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sister in law&lt;/a&gt; made the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;onsie&lt;/span&gt; if you are interested.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S7GMQYBmEiI/AAAAAAAABq8/bWhqH2MKbhU/s1600/buttcollage.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S7GMQYBmEiI/AAAAAAAABq8/bWhqH2MKbhU/s320/buttcollage.jpg" nt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;My hubby going to town on the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Salsa's&lt;/span&gt;! It's a good thing he married a Mexican with how much he loves it! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454298792735848562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S7GP2pfcuHI/AAAAAAAABro/d82H89SbbjE/s400/salsa.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;At the fair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S7GF9N7gUQI/AAAAAAAABqs/pmK3WKC5KeU/s1600/teepeewater.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S7GF9N7gUQI/AAAAAAAABqs/pmK3WKC5KeU/s320/teepeewater.jpg" nt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Noodles, a new member of the family (bought at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Petsmart&lt;/span&gt; people &amp;amp; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;FWIW&lt;/span&gt;, feels just like the Sofie)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator" align="center"&gt;&lt;a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S7GMia0PonI/AAAAAAAABrE/BKDzQYzIs1M/s1600/e%26+noodles.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S7GMia0PonI/AAAAAAAABrE/BKDzQYzIs1M/s320/e%26+noodles.jpg" nt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;Some days you just gotta do what works, today it was a bit of sun, a box of cheerios &amp;amp; watching daddy work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; CLEAR: both; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" class="separator"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 337px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454297899609675794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S7GPCqVk2BI/AAAAAAAABrU/AcIwmrazNKo/s400/cheerioswater.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858529631000748304-2556520044421398796?l=growingpacheco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/feeds/2556520044421398796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/03/weekend-recap-8-month-stats.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/2556520044421398796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/2556520044421398796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/03/weekend-recap-8-month-stats.html' title='Weekend Recap + 8 Month Stats!'/><author><name>The Pacheco's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561776677820110790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/SW64MSSbWDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rIQEj-QNMvU/S220/karlanMark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S7F_oApu7WI/AAAAAAAABqU/yYNjqkP2bG8/s72-c/drawingwater.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858529631000748304.post-7436376165172732896</id><published>2010-03-18T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T21:24:54.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still playing catch up :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, so this post will cover our snow trip! :) Mark and I had been wanting to go for a while but things just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;keped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; getting in the way, we were finally able to make a weekend trip up to flagstaff which turned out to be great. We had a blast &amp;amp; really enjoyed the time being with each other &amp;amp; together as a family (Yup we took our little man). The drive up took us a while because it was still snowing hard, it was extremely foggy &amp;amp; windy. We drove to an area designated for sledding, we obviously couldn't go snowboarding since we had E, but sledding was more than enough. Mark really wanted to take E down a small (VERY SMALL) hill, but I was too much of a paranoid mommy &amp;amp; put my foot down, (next year for sure) E still got the chance to sled though, (well kinda) I held him on the sled while daddy pulled us around. He didn't really seem to care either way, I think he was too interested in looking at all the people, He started becoming uncomfortable because the wind was pretty strong &amp;amp; snow was starting to fly in his eyes so he went back into the car with Mark while I raced down the hill with some kids. We went back to the hotel &amp;amp; then kinda did some sight seeing, found a really good Italian &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; where E made some buddies. There were two little boys at the table next too us that were doting all over E, he of course was loving the attention. After dinner we headed back to the hotel, put E to sleep and had some good cuddling :) We woke up early on Sunday morning had breakfast &amp;amp; started packing everything up. It had continued to snow throughout the night and the truck had about 4 inches of snow on it so it took us a good 20 minutes to clear some of it off. We made the ride back home slowly stopping in several places to get some pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S6wmCPVEzuI/AAAAAAAABnE/_avzoKETAqY/s1600/bedw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452775068755349218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S6wmCPVEzuI/AAAAAAAABnE/_avzoKETAqY/s320/bedw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S6wqInTOfjI/AAAAAAAABnU/eDtcooH9-Dg/s1600/owlwater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452779576315772466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S6wqInTOfjI/AAAAAAAABnU/eDtcooH9-Dg/s320/owlwater.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S6wmkeGOaVI/AAAAAAAABnM/8qTAl3orUJo/s1600/dinnerwater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452775656835148114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S6wmkeGOaVI/AAAAAAAABnM/8qTAl3orUJo/s320/dinnerwater.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S6wlq-QAW2I/AAAAAAAABm8/Wn-72VwA-Ks/s1600/benchwater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452774669033692002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S6wlq-QAW2I/AAAAAAAABm8/Wn-72VwA-Ks/s320/benchwater.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S6wlZ0WnhaI/AAAAAAAABm0/ND9kjnQWM5I/s1600/snowcollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452774374319293858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S6wlZ0WnhaI/AAAAAAAABm0/ND9kjnQWM5I/s320/snowcollage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S6wjqAEvsgI/AAAAAAAABmk/WPYV28NACC8/s1600/snow2collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 162px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452772453320208898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S6wjqAEvsgI/AAAAAAAABmk/WPYV28NACC8/s320/snow2collage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S6wjwrLITtI/AAAAAAAABms/xzjoyT2s_08/s1600/snow3collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452772567968927442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S6wjwrLITtI/AAAAAAAABms/xzjoyT2s_08/s320/snow3collage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;In other news... I have been MIA because we have been pretty busy. My sister is now living with us which means we inherited a new puppy! :) So now Eddie has a playmate which is great, she even sleeps in the room with Mark and I, she is such a cuddle bug and follows me everywhere. Kayla (my sister) is going to start beauty school in the summer and asked if she could come stay with us in the meantime, we of course said yes which has turned out to be an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;incredible&lt;/span&gt; blessing for me (an extra set of hands to help out with E) Those of you that are around us frequently know that my dear child has been anything but easy for mommy. He still does not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;STTN&lt;/span&gt;, and I continue to baby wear, I have come to realize that the ring sling and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;moby&lt;/span&gt; wrap have been the best items purchased so far! :) He is incredibly attached to me (not sure if that is a good thing) so if he knows I am around I need to be within &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;eye shot&lt;/span&gt; of him if not carrying him. I thought that this phase would have worn off by now, but nope it hasn't yet... I am very optimistic though and still cling to some little hope that he will eventually start &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;STTN&lt;/span&gt;. Well having my sister around has made for me making some extra time to fit in some things I hadn't been able too since having E. I started somewhat &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; again (I am still in the organizing/categorizing every single picture portion) which I didn't realize how time consuming that was going to be. I have cleaned out the entire upstairs of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; house, Kayla's room was pretty much used as storage, I had all my school/craft stuff in there so I cleaned it out for her. Cleaned out E's room &amp;amp; closet, as many of you know, he has been blessed with having way too much clothes. So everything that he used and has outgrown is neatly organized in boxes out in the garage being stored for any future kiddo's! :) (Yup, Mark &amp;amp; I have been talking about future babes... so stay tuned to know when we will start trying)  What he didn't wear is also put in a box to donate to a local women's shelter. We also cleaned out the Garage &amp;amp; had a garage sale this last weekend which went great. We held it for Saturday &amp;amp; Sunday and sold pretty much everything we had. There were a few things at the end of the day on Sunday so we just loaded them up into Mark's truck and took them over to Goodwill. I have also started cleaning out our Computer room. It is going to turn into my craft room! My sewing machine and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cricut&lt;/span&gt; have been &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;permanently&lt;/span&gt; stationed on the dining room table so I think Mark finally got tired of seeing them there and suggested we turn the computer room into a craft room.  So he wants to build a unit to hold all my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; crafty &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nicknack's&lt;/span&gt; instead of me storing them in plastic boxes. (So excited for that) We have also been spending a lot of our weekends looking at different flooring. We are going to re-floor our downstairs, we considered tile but I think we are going to go with hardwood floors instead. Mark has also been working on the backyard... I got some more fruit trees this year! :) So excited, Mark &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; me with them, I came back from my parents and they were already planted! He is also putting in a small water fountain back there and eventually (most likely next year) we plan to build a Gazebo. I have also started planning E's 1st Birthday! I already made the invitations :) I got his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;piñata&lt;/span&gt; and have started on the Goody Bags... I picked a hard theme (didn't realize it at the time) so I pretty much have to make everything myself since I can't find anything. I have been playing with Fondant because I am going to make his cake (or should I say try to make his cake) I have found that the fondant is pretty easy, I think the hardest thing for me has been rolling it flat so that it's even. The ladies from my support group are sure enjoying my "trying" since I take what I make in on Fridays! And if you noticed, I am changing up the blog a bit and I started a photography blog as well. Mark and I have been looking into buying a domain for me so I can get this thing going. We have both been taking a photography class on Saturdays (it's a 5 week course) and then we are going to have some private sessions here at the house. I was given the opportunity to take photos of the RR Fire Station &amp;amp; the Engines &amp;amp; Equipment later on this summer/early fall so I want to get familiar with the camera as much as I can. I also just did my youngest sisters (Kenya's) Graduation pics, I will post those later, and will be doing at least one more graduation session down in RR with her friend. :) I am also doing a wedding in October. Yup, you read that right a Wedding! I am not good enough nor have the confidence for that, however I will be the "second" &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;photog&lt;/span&gt;. and if they like my pics they will just pay for the copyrights. So I am very excited for that as well. I have continued with E's 365 but have not uploaded them, will do that tomorrow along with his 8 month Stats! I can't believe our child is 8 months &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;already&lt;/span&gt;, my how time does fly when you are having fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858529631000748304-7436376165172732896?l=growingpacheco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/feeds/7436376165172732896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/03/still-playing-catch-up.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/7436376165172732896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/7436376165172732896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/03/still-playing-catch-up.html' title='Still playing catch up :)'/><author><name>The Pacheco's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561776677820110790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/SW64MSSbWDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rIQEj-QNMvU/S220/karlanMark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S6wmCPVEzuI/AAAAAAAABnE/_avzoKETAqY/s72-c/bedw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858529631000748304.post-1678024855238905886</id><published>2010-03-17T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T21:24:07.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okkk... so I was ready to write another post but...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My buddy just called to go to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Karaoke&lt;/span&gt;! Let me tell you it's been a heck of a week &amp;amp; I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; need to go out for an hour or so... We both have babies a month apart so we won't be more than 5 minutes away from the house. The hubbies are wonderful enough to stay with them (Mark really doesn't have an option, he wanted to go out but came down with a nasty virus &amp;amp; has had a fever &amp;amp; been puking all day) but anyway that will most likely be a post for &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;. For now I leave you with this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I really had to go to the bathroom &amp;amp; E was content in his walker. He had a few puffs that he was munching on in there since I was making dinner, well I made sure there was absolutely NOTHING he could grab, pull, knock over. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Everything&lt;/span&gt; was put away, baby gates were up, there was nothing that he could do to hurt himself or cause damage. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Well here ya go!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S6Gp9G0fwnI/AAAAAAAABkg/YnT96DWiA14/s1600-h/bowlw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449823891362923122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S6Gp9G0fwnI/AAAAAAAABkg/YnT96DWiA14/s320/bowlw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How baby boy, how do you manage to get the dog bowl &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UNDER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; your walker! (Notice he could care less, he is still munching away)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S6Gp9G0fwnI/AAAAAAAABkg/YnT96DWiA14/s1600-h/bowlw.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858529631000748304-1678024855238905886?l=growingpacheco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/feeds/1678024855238905886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/03/okkk-so-i-was-ready-to-write-another.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/1678024855238905886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/1678024855238905886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/03/okkk-so-i-was-ready-to-write-another.html' title='Okkk... so I was ready to write another post but...'/><author><name>The Pacheco's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561776677820110790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/SW64MSSbWDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rIQEj-QNMvU/S220/karlanMark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S6Gp9G0fwnI/AAAAAAAABkg/YnT96DWiA14/s72-c/bowlw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858529631000748304.post-3509907033721170159</id><published>2010-03-15T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T22:33:01.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I have officialy won the Slacker award!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So I was talking to my mom yesterday and realized that I have not updated the blog in almost a whole month! This &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; deserves an award :) and I give it to myself "The Slacker Award" :) So I noticed since I started the 365 I have been neglecting the blog. I however am proud of myself for keeping up with the 365, it is honestly more work than I thought. I did pretty much take pictures of E daily but the coming on the computer and uploading &amp;amp; posting takes time, something I haven't had too much of lately. Well what have we been up too for the past month, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ohhh&lt;/span&gt; a little of everything I would say I think I am going to have to break this post down into several different ones because it would be an overload if I put everything down. So I will be back several times this week (Promise) with updates on the hubby, myself and our babe... If you haven't noticed, the blog is undergoing some "remodeling" so please excuse any glitches for the next few weeks :) but anyway, we have a ton of stuff that we have been doing but I guess I should update on Eli first since I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt; missed his 7 month update. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He is doing GREAT... as can be expected, we &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;STTN&lt;/span&gt; for a week and a half and he has been back to his old ways for some time now... &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ohh&lt;/span&gt; well, I still cling to a bit of hope that someday he will give me a little break, I really don't mind getting up though, with how quickly these last 7 months have gone by, I find myself pretty much running to his room whenever he cries at night to nurse, cuddle and love him. Those moments I spend with him in the early morning I know I will never get back and it's absolutely perfect feeling so connected and in love with our child I love feeling his little hand on my cheek while he nurses and then watching him slowly falls back to sleep. He wakes up extremely happy and I still enjoy taking him to our bed since Mark is gone by the time he gets up and we cuddle there for at least a good 20 minutes before we go downstairs for breakfast. He is still nursing like a champ and has gained almost 2 lbs since I started taking the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Domperidone&lt;/span&gt;. He smiles pretty much all day and still prefers to be carried. I still like to baby wear (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Moby&lt;/span&gt;, or ring sling) a lot. He is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Mommas&lt;/span&gt; boy and I LOVE IT! I guess I will stop now because I can go on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt; with things he has been up too, I posted a list of other updates below, but look for more posts throughout the week. We have tons of stuff to share :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E's 7 1/2 month Updates! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Most importantly He Graduated from his Doc Band (Helmet) something we were very excited about.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He started blowing bubbles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Had his first trip to the snow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Has been eating many things (peas, carrots, green beans, yams, sweet potato, corn, butternut squash, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;zucchini&lt;/span&gt;, spinach, pear, banana, grapes, strawberries, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cantaloupe&lt;/span&gt;, kiwi, cottage cheese, yogurt, avocado, asparagus and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;broccoli&lt;/span&gt;) He is a very good eater and so far I have not had any issues with him not liking anything. He does prefer some foods over others, but I try and mix in the ones he is not too fond of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;with t&lt;/span&gt;he ones he likes. He also finally started taking the rice cereal and oatmeal, so I add some into his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;purees&lt;/span&gt; which gives it some texture which he loves. It's nice now because he is getting some more iron in him, before I was giving him a few drops of an iron vitamin a day (recommended by his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pedi&lt;/span&gt; since I make my own baby food &amp;amp; he wasn't taking the rice &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;cereal&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He drinks water from his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sippy&lt;/span&gt; cup pretty well now, from a straw, and straight out of the cup. Now whenever he sees mommy, daddy or auntie with a cup, he wants whatever is in there and gets angry if we don't give it to him... I have had to deal with some temper tantrums already because sometimes I am drinking coffee and he wants my mug! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Has finally got his "pincher" down, he loves to feed himself. I have steamed some veggies for him and he loves to pick them up on his own, he snacks on yogurt puffs, veggie puffs, &amp;amp; little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;crunchies&lt;/span&gt;. We think he will be right handed at this point, he seemed pretty consistent with his left hand and would pick everything up with his left until about a week ago, we noticed that if he picks something up with his left, he will switch it over to his right before putting it into his mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He RUNS in his walker now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Still hates being on his belly, I don't think he will ever crawl. He seems very close to it most days like he is right there but nothing. Which is fine with me at this point, I am able to still sit him down in one spot and for the most part he doesn't move too much from it, he will butt scoot to get to a toy if he wants but it's usually no more than like a five food radius. He is still &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; in our living room, once he makes himself over to the kitchen then we might have to consider a baby jail :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He also transitioned from his baby tub to big boy tub which he loves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Loves Cell phones &amp;amp; Keyboards&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Loves his big boy stroller &amp;amp; going for walks to the park or at the mall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Has gone on many &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;play dates&lt;/span&gt; with his buddies &amp;amp; is starting to interact with them smile at them, talk to them. (It is so neat to see him grow from one day to the next &amp;amp; amazing to see how well he recognizes some people or babies)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Loves the dogs (yes we have another one, will share that though in another post)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He is also doing this thing now where he does what I call his "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Viejito&lt;/span&gt; face" (Old Man Face) It is so stinking cute, I will say "E do a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Viejito&lt;/span&gt;" &amp;amp; he crinkles his nose and squints his eyes it's so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just some &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;random&lt;/span&gt; pic's I was playing with the settings on the camera&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S58D2wjUbQI/AAAAAAAABjw/5lXtFHS8QhU/s1600-h/bluecollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 146px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449078313422449922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S58D2wjUbQI/AAAAAAAABjw/5lXtFHS8QhU/s320/bluecollage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Down in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nogales&lt;/span&gt; at lunch with Nana he rode a race car&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S58QZgyARNI/AAAAAAAABkY/9qCm_WEQaKo/s1600-h/otrocollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 231px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449092104624030930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S58QZgyARNI/AAAAAAAABkY/9qCm_WEQaKo/s320/otrocollage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Having lunch in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nogales&lt;/span&gt; with Nana&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;His famous "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Viejito&lt;/span&gt; Face" Isn't it stinking cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S58L2ZvjbeI/AAAAAAAABj4/APDcpOOO4V8/s1600-h/viejocollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 249px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449087103392771554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S58L2ZvjbeI/AAAAAAAABj4/APDcpOOO4V8/s320/viejocollage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Down in RR at Nana &amp;amp; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tata's&lt;/span&gt; house, after a bath &amp;amp; having my first p&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;opsicle&lt;/span&gt; ever my Auntie's gave it to me and needless to say mommy was NOT happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S58Ns8fsThI/AAAAAAAABkQ/DbrsROd4DKo/s1600-h/othercollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 252px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449089139946049042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S58Ns8fsThI/AAAAAAAABkQ/DbrsROd4DKo/s320/othercollage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tata&lt;/span&gt; took E on a walk down in RR &amp;amp; then before one of his many &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;play dates&lt;/span&gt; up in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Phx&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S58MbANd8qI/AAAAAAAABkA/NV1CWvLwta4/s1600-h/strollercollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449087732194079394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S58MbANd8qI/AAAAAAAABkA/NV1CWvLwta4/s320/strollercollage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And I have been raving about the awesome job my hubby did hooking up the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;surveillance&lt;/span&gt; camera to the TV in our bedroom (&amp;amp; other &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TV's&lt;/span&gt; in the house)... This is what I see at night, it is color during the day! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ohh&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; he loves to sleep like that he rolls around the entire crib!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S58M8uU5vZI/AAAAAAAABkI/CcC5ehEKWNo/s1600-h/elibed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449088311508974994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S58M8uU5vZI/AAAAAAAABkI/CcC5ehEKWNo/s320/elibed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858529631000748304-3509907033721170159?l=growingpacheco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/feeds/3509907033721170159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-think-i-have-officialy-won-slacker.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/3509907033721170159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/3509907033721170159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-think-i-have-officialy-won-slacker.html' title='I think I have officialy won the Slacker award!'/><author><name>The Pacheco's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08561776677820110790</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/SW64MSSbWDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rIQEj-QNMvU/S220/karlanMark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S58D2wjUbQI/AAAAAAAABjw/5lXtFHS8QhU/s72-c/bluecollage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7858529631000748304.post-1184744522348666928</id><published>2010-02-17T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T18:50:25.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To whoever said Nursing is something natural and EASY.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ummm&lt;/span&gt; yeah, that is a bunch of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Twadwaffles&lt;/span&gt;!!!! Let me just say that I feel I have been incredibly blessed in that I have been able to nurse my child for almost 7 months now, but you know what it has been anything but easy. Natural, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt; maybe but it takes a while to get used to it. I have had to deal with one thing after another, first is was E not latching to one side, then it was an overproduction of milk &amp;amp; he didn't want to nurse so because of that I ended up getting mastitis which ended up in almost no milk. Since then it has been a a battle with my boobies &amp;amp; their lack of production during certain times of the month. For the longest time I was popping the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Fenugreek&lt;/span&gt; pills like they were candy and drinking &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mothers&lt;/span&gt; milk tea one a day with minimal results. Well about 3 weeks ago I was in tears again because E was so angry while at the breast, hardly anything was coming out so we had to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;resort&lt;/span&gt; to formula. Well the formula only added to my frustration because he was not taking it, he would &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;squirm&lt;/span&gt; around trying to get to my boob and push the bottle away. As each day passed with my supply continuing to dip I really thought it was gone, through my lactation class, I found out about &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Domperidome&lt;/span&gt;, although it is completely safe to take it's still not legal here in the US so I had to order it from Europe. I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;started&lt;/span&gt; taking it on Saturday and by Monday I woke up at 3:00 am with my boobies engorged. I woke Mark up from excitement and asked him to tell me what he felt!!!! For all of you that are thinking dirty, he correctly answered milk, then gave me a kiss, rolled over and went back to sleep! ~I love my husband :) ~ So needless to say Mr. E is back on the breast nursing like a champ! Anyway I just wanted to share the info of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Domperidone&lt;/span&gt; with any other mommies that might be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;struggling&lt;/span&gt; with their supply. Now I leave you with pics :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;V-day pics&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S3yViyeqdWI/AAAAAAAABbU/K5o8LgQTdOg/s1600-h/vdaycollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 234px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439386874855191906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S3yViyeqdWI/AAAAAAAABbU/K5o8LgQTdOg/s320/vdaycollage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; Has figured out hoe to take his shirt off already!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S3yVeOwhtFI/AAAAAAAABbM/zd_HU5KDcDU/s1600-h/parkcolllage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 257px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439386796546962514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S3yVeOwhtFI/AAAAAAAABbM/zd_HU5KDcDU/s320/parkcolllage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Just random&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S3yVXjuHRdI/AAAAAAAABbE/ZnHP-KcjmTs/s1600-h/orangecollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439386681914901970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S3yVXjuHRdI/AAAAAAAABbE/ZnHP-KcjmTs/s320/orangecollage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Out at lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S3yVR0845mI/AAAAAAAABa8/FfK4v78qqe0/s1600-h/lunchw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439386583461062242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S3yVR0845mI/AAAAAAAABa8/FfK4v78qqe0/s320/lunchw.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love my boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S3yUz3K7qEI/AAAAAAAABas/toALkYVzbLA/s1600-h/bwfamwater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439386068660758594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S3yUz3K7qEI/AAAAAAAABas/toALkYVzbLA/s320/bwfamwater.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sowing off his smile &amp;amp; outfit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S3yUcG1AYiI/AAAAAAAABak/4ZxQ_zlpv84/s1600-h/disneycollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 238px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439385660546900514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S3yUcG1AYiI/AAAAAAAABak/4ZxQ_zlpv84/s320/disneycollage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;At the park with his new hat&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S3yU-HfU6rI/AAAAAAAABa0/mB44Hfdhziw/s1600-h/EliPark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439386244839959218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GavtEGtVAlk/S3yU-HfU6rI/AAAAAAAABa0/mB44Hfdhziw/s320/EliPark.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7858529631000748304-1184744522348666928?l=growingpacheco.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/feeds/1184744522348666928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-whoever-said-nursing-is-something.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/1184744522348666928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7858529631000748304/posts/default/1184744522348666928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingpacheco.blogspot.com/2010/02/to-whoever-said-nursing
