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 Jack has taken to being quite the photographer. His latest includes taking pics of what he is watching on the telly.
 Jack is definitely my son. He LOVES to bake. And lick the bowl clean afterwards.

 Another Jack photo.
 Every kid loves to take a photo of the family dog.
Charlie maybe the first baby in history to love baths. He has not cried once since we have started giving him baths. Thank 
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* Telling Brian that I was pregnant - on our 10th year anniversary
* 
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What I do care is that it is January, I am in the midst of my maternity leave, and I was able to leave the house with my two boys.
We went to the park and it just felt so great to walk down the street, no down coat on and go to the park.
That is what we did, and Jack felt
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Basically, he would put him on the bed when Jack was super cranky, and blow on his belly to make him feel better and more relaxed. The more Brian did it, Jack would relax which at that point Brian just eased the technique and eventually Jack would fall 
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Christmas night, we placed Charlie in the bed, tightly swaddled and played the puppy music. He just lay there and I thought he was about to cry, since the music was a bit slow and 
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One kid has a birthday in November and the other has a birthday in January. Do the math and that means that they get double the presents within a month apart.
See, lucky.
Also, that means that we are screwed because now til forever, we have to figure out what to get them for their birthday that they are not going to get on Christmas. And which day do we deem more 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TgaLdSu1rzSCx56Ql8oFpkkYJ3k/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TgaLdSu1rzSCx56Ql8oFpkkYJ3k/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/1440MinutesaNewMomANewDay/~4/eJmnWJ0NLGs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://1440min.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-tradition.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYDQn04fSp7ImA9WhRQGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248788980615942400.post-1782499642412004176</id><published>2011-12-14T08:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T08:32:53.335-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-14T08:32:53.335-06:00</app:edited><title>The One Month Mark</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://1440min.blogspot.com/feeds/1782499642412004176/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248788980615942400&amp;postID=1782499642412004176&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/1782499642412004176?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/1782499642412004176?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/1440MinutesaNewMomANewDay/~3/m8U58RwZMuw/one-month-mark.html" title="The One Month Mark" /><author><name>dre eraz morow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I1CiJ3QJkfs/R1mmhz1sbNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lkbDKidpvuE/S220/cube.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pNEgeBuavVY/Tuixcd3jFeI/AAAAAAAABNE/AUudGiSWgfI/s72-c/100.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">One month of being a parent of two. What a tiring ride. But we are getting better at it. And I am happy to report that now, Brian and I are actually able to watch a show here and there before we go to bed. The hardest part of this is that we are getting right into the winter weather. It has been cold this past month and I have been at home a lot more than I would like to. Thank you to my husband 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jwlZt5cEhWK7NCtnmz90b48nCNg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jwlZt5cEhWK7NCtnmz90b48nCNg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/1440MinutesaNewMomANewDay/~4/1XKWTYrMoDg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://1440min.blogspot.com/2011/11/time-outs.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEER3s5fip7ImA9WhRTEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248788980615942400.post-8500376032345624864</id><published>2011-11-01T10:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T13:03:26.526-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-01T13:03:26.526-05:00</app:edited><title>The Halloween of 2011</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://1440min.blogspot.com/feeds/8500376032345624864/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248788980615942400&amp;postID=8500376032345624864&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/8500376032345624864?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/8500376032345624864?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/1440MinutesaNewMomANewDay/~3/bNsEzCc1sFA/halloween-of-2011.html" title="The Halloween of 2011" /><author><name>dre eraz morow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I1CiJ3QJkfs/R1mmhz1sbNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lkbDKidpvuE/S220/cube.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">My son has unfortunately inherited my fear of all things scary come Halloween. He didn't like the masks , the goblins, the ghouls and the werewolves that wandered around the neighborhood. We tried to tell him that it was fake and that they were silly, something that he accepted as a reason last year.This year, he finally realized that scary masks are indeed not normal and not fun to look at all. 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1KbKSz8VCEZqTpsFTJKSGcK7huQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1KbKSz8VCEZqTpsFTJKSGcK7huQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/1440MinutesaNewMomANewDay/~4/U1YPX9KyOYY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://1440min.blogspot.com/2011/10/day-off.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMNQnc8eCp7ImA9WhdaFEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248788980615942400.post-7349557661881319066</id><published>2011-10-24T11:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T11:24:53.970-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-24T11:24:53.970-05:00</app:edited><title>The Countdown</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://1440min.blogspot.com/feeds/7349557661881319066/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248788980615942400&amp;postID=7349557661881319066&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/7349557661881319066?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/7349557661881319066?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/1440MinutesaNewMomANewDay/~3/WKN8wx33Kgg/countdown.html" title="The Countdown" /><author><name>dre eraz morow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I1CiJ3QJkfs/R1mmhz1sbNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lkbDKidpvuE/S220/cube.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Three weeks to go in this pregnancy. Besides the obvious of wanting to meet the little one, I am just anxious to run around again, and be active with my son.It hurts me so much to say to Jack over and over again, Sorry Mami can't run with you. I am so tired Jack.It didn's help that yesterday Jack asked both my husband and I to run around like crazy nuts, only to hear from both of us, we are so 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Gnmyaax7s9JpvUqq3wEn4OTY_bM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Gnmyaax7s9JpvUqq3wEn4OTY_bM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/1440MinutesaNewMomANewDay/~4/G4YX9qvhcjM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://1440min.blogspot.com/2011/10/halloween-costume.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IAQXc_eSp7ImA9WhdbFE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248788980615942400.post-5673325299885112288</id><published>2011-10-11T16:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T09:59:00.941-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-12T09:59:00.941-05:00</app:edited><title>The Baby Test</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://1440min.blogspot.com/feeds/5673325299885112288/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248788980615942400&amp;postID=5673325299885112288&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/5673325299885112288?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/5673325299885112288?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/1440MinutesaNewMomANewDay/~3/xJUZW4p1XxE/baby-test.html" title="The Baby Test" /><author><name>dre eraz morow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I1CiJ3QJkfs/R1mmhz1sbNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lkbDKidpvuE/S220/cube.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Our friends recently had a baby so we went to go meet the little one this past Saturday.When I first told Jack that they had the baby, he gave me a stone cold look. Half " I don't believe you" and half" what did you just say?"He hasn't really been around little little infants too much, and when he does hang around kids younger than him, he will play with them for a bit but then search for the 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/X8hfA0RMZfI5YrIpOvhaDmS4eYg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/X8hfA0RMZfI5YrIpOvhaDmS4eYg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/1440MinutesaNewMomANewDay/~4/75Tj9-2r4Vc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://1440min.blogspot.com/2011/10/homecoming.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8ESHwyeSp7ImA9WhdUE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248788980615942400.post-6240180892601706112</id><published>2011-09-29T16:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T16:13:29.291-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-29T16:13:29.291-05:00</app:edited><title>The Never-ending Question</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://1440min.blogspot.com/feeds/6240180892601706112/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248788980615942400&amp;postID=6240180892601706112&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/6240180892601706112?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/6240180892601706112?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/1440MinutesaNewMomANewDay/~3/1Uj9z8nfbGA/never-ending-question.html" title="The Never-ending Question" /><author><name>dre eraz morow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I1CiJ3QJkfs/R1mmhz1sbNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lkbDKidpvuE/S220/cube.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">This is a question that Jack has been asking constantly for over two weeks now. I am not sure where he learned it or from who, but whenever he does something that deems to be funny, he will ask" Was that funny?"He will ask it when you least expect it. When we are watching a movie, Tom and Jerry or just something that he has done. That being said, if he does something that is sneaky or something 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zGHt0xpIsMSHflq4DI1ara6KtD4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zGHt0xpIsMSHflq4DI1ara6KtD4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/1440MinutesaNewMomANewDay/~4/WRxtSWeuQJ4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://1440min.blogspot.com/2011/09/eating-habits.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUMR34-eSp7ImA9WhdVEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248788980615942400.post-5862826431996656323</id><published>2011-09-14T21:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T14:18:06.051-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-15T14:18:06.051-05:00</app:edited><title>The Reaction and Being Thankful</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://1440min.blogspot.com/feeds/5862826431996656323/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248788980615942400&amp;postID=5862826431996656323&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/5862826431996656323?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/5862826431996656323?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/1440MinutesaNewMomANewDay/~3/SWDqL5HYD_8/reaction-and-being-thankful.html" title="The Reaction and Being Thankful" /><author><name>dre eraz morow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I1CiJ3QJkfs/R1mmhz1sbNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lkbDKidpvuE/S220/cube.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">This second pregnancy has been a lot different. The pain, the discomfort, the movement in utero most of all. However the one aspect that I didn't expect was some people's reaction to this pregnancy. Call it a woman's intuition, call it being oversensitive, but the remarks and the reactions that I have received has been a bit shocking, and most of all upsetting.I hate that I spent most of this 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3Ss-wiyFzgoVD4pxxIT4IihfoSA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/3Ss-wiyFzgoVD4pxxIT4IihfoSA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/1440MinutesaNewMomANewDay/~4/SWDqL5HYD_8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://1440min.blogspot.com/2011/09/reaction-and-being-thankful.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEGQnk_eCp7ImA9WhdVEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5248788980615942400.post-6378199363731931292</id><published>2011-09-06T12:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T21:43:43.740-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-14T21:43:43.740-05:00</app:edited><title>The New Establishment</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://1440min.blogspot.com/feeds/6378199363731931292/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5248788980615942400&amp;postID=6378199363731931292&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/6378199363731931292?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5248788980615942400/posts/default/6378199363731931292?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/1440MinutesaNewMomANewDay/~3/bzjfU5F5Gcc/new-establishment.html" title="The New Establishment" /><author><name>dre eraz morow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_I1CiJ3QJkfs/R1mmhz1sbNI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lkbDKidpvuE/S220/cube.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">10 years ago, when I first met Brian's family, the majority of his cousins ranged from ages 14 - 2 years old. These kids were a cute bunch, and it was nice to see so many cousins playing with each other and hanging out. Most of my cousins live in Ecuador, so I never had a big group of cousins to be with at family parties.I have three that live here in the states.  My memories of them are fond, 
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