<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-6329422878361380943</id><updated>2024-10-25T01:14:56.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Closer Luke</title><subtitle type='html'>Writing about my son, what it&#39;s like to be a new mom, and how I&#39;m trying not to slowly slip into insanity.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329422878361380943/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329422878361380943/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210079469205225137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig4gqZLzZP8UvGFIb1kceVOROJ9T_oDcvxyHT6LxPn-Jp46JTQ7Dk6-pJGmfuj6tBbX1HDFPv0fhNZ-dTsVMNu0XdYPuPAEtEFHcZymqMQutNnDQegqkj0oWgx5OV-80M/s220/artsy9.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>148</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329422878361380943.post-3071241893698941157</id><published>2012-04-13T18:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-04-13T18:28:56.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>My adorable little boy is one today.  It&#39;s been a wonderful year.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/feeds/3071241893698941157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/2012/04/happy-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329422878361380943/posts/default/3071241893698941157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329422878361380943/posts/default/3071241893698941157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/2012/04/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210079469205225137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig4gqZLzZP8UvGFIb1kceVOROJ9T_oDcvxyHT6LxPn-Jp46JTQ7Dk6-pJGmfuj6tBbX1HDFPv0fhNZ-dTsVMNu0XdYPuPAEtEFHcZymqMQutNnDQegqkj0oWgx5OV-80M/s220/artsy9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329422878361380943.post-246247236987686484</id><published>2012-03-26T16:47:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-26T16:52:07.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nails</title><content type='html'>Always cut your kid&#39;s finger nails.  Those suckers are like little razors.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Razor nails on a kid who&#39;s already obstinate like his parents is a very dangerous combo.  I found this out this morning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As noted in a previous post, Luke likes to play with the kitties&#39; food despite being told no.  This morning he went for the food bowl AGAIN and I said no, three times.  After the third time of being ignored, I turned him over my knee and smacked his butt five times (over the diaper and pants).  He immediately turned up and swatted at my face, leaving two visible scratch marks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happened this morning and they STILL hurt.  Always clip kids&#39; nails.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/feeds/246247236987686484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/2012/03/nails.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329422878361380943/posts/default/246247236987686484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329422878361380943/posts/default/246247236987686484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/2012/03/nails.html' title='Nails'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210079469205225137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig4gqZLzZP8UvGFIb1kceVOROJ9T_oDcvxyHT6LxPn-Jp46JTQ7Dk6-pJGmfuj6tBbX1HDFPv0fhNZ-dTsVMNu0XdYPuPAEtEFHcZymqMQutNnDQegqkj0oWgx5OV-80M/s220/artsy9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329422878361380943.post-1967102566170154661</id><published>2012-03-25T20:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-25T20:26:44.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mt. Mommy</title><content type='html'>I&#39;m not sure what it is, but my son loves climbing Mt. Mommy.  I sit and he pulls himself up to standing using my leg and shirt, tries to bite my shoulder, then flops back down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is more entertaining than his toys and he laughs hysterically every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don&#39;t know what to say.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/feeds/1967102566170154661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/2012/03/mt-mommy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329422878361380943/posts/default/1967102566170154661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329422878361380943/posts/default/1967102566170154661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/2012/03/mt-mommy.html' title='Mt. Mommy'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210079469205225137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig4gqZLzZP8UvGFIb1kceVOROJ9T_oDcvxyHT6LxPn-Jp46JTQ7Dk6-pJGmfuj6tBbX1HDFPv0fhNZ-dTsVMNu0XdYPuPAEtEFHcZymqMQutNnDQegqkj0oWgx5OV-80M/s220/artsy9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329422878361380943.post-3420915373071978245</id><published>2012-03-21T06:40:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-21T06:46:18.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Depression</title><content type='html'>Since I was a kid, I&#39;ve had issues feeling down.  I get mad at little stuff and have a hard time controlling my emotions.  My mom told me this was normal and I&#39;d even out eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I&#39;m 28 and I&#39;ve never evened out.  Since starting working nights, I&#39;ve been too tired to tired to keep myself in check and it&#39;s been rough on everyone involved.  A friend pointed out that until I got it looked into, I wasn&#39;t being the best Mommy I could be for Luke.  That hit home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw our family doctor today and talked about it.  She told me I have a pretty classic case of clinical depression.  I thought she&#39;d refer me to someone, but she handled it right there.  I now have a script for generic Prozac and plan on getting it filled tonight at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope this balances everything out and that I stop feeling this way.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/feeds/3420915373071978245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/2012/03/depression.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329422878361380943/posts/default/3420915373071978245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329422878361380943/posts/default/3420915373071978245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/2012/03/depression.html' title='Depression'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210079469205225137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig4gqZLzZP8UvGFIb1kceVOROJ9T_oDcvxyHT6LxPn-Jp46JTQ7Dk6-pJGmfuj6tBbX1HDFPv0fhNZ-dTsVMNu0XdYPuPAEtEFHcZymqMQutNnDQegqkj0oWgx5OV-80M/s220/artsy9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329422878361380943.post-7175784995521393128</id><published>2012-03-18T19:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-18T19:37:23.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh The Things...</title><content type='html'>Take two of &quot;Things You Find In Baby&#39;s Mouth!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was changing the baby the other day and, as usual, I tickled his tummy.  While he laughed I noticed something in his mouth.  I reached into his mouth and pulled out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a kibble of kitty food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I&#39;m serious.  My son was sucking on kitty kibble.  I have no idea if he was enjoying it, but he sure as hell had it in his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear this kid is going to be the death of me.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/feeds/7175784995521393128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/2012/03/oh-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329422878361380943/posts/default/7175784995521393128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329422878361380943/posts/default/7175784995521393128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/2012/03/oh-things.html' title='Oh The Things...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210079469205225137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig4gqZLzZP8UvGFIb1kceVOROJ9T_oDcvxyHT6LxPn-Jp46JTQ7Dk6-pJGmfuj6tBbX1HDFPv0fhNZ-dTsVMNu0XdYPuPAEtEFHcZymqMQutNnDQegqkj0oWgx5OV-80M/s220/artsy9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329422878361380943.post-1783516527016218505</id><published>2012-03-15T12:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-15T12:50:07.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Growing Geek</title><content type='html'>So I have two pictures of Luke&#39;s favorite toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://s787.photobucket.com/albums/yy154/Dilecto/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P3122432.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i787.photobucket.com/albums/yy154/Dilecto/P3122432.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Photobucket&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lightsaber was Daddy&#39;s (it had M&amp;Ms in it) but someone just had to have it.  He carries it with him often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://s787.photobucket.com/albums/yy154/Dilecto/?action=view&amp;amp;current=P3112428.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://i787.photobucket.com/albums/yy154/Dilecto/P3112428.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;Photobucket&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is my sweet boy turning off the PS3 using the controller.  He&#39;s my smart boy!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/feeds/1783516527016218505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/2012/03/our-growing-geek.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329422878361380943/posts/default/1783516527016218505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329422878361380943/posts/default/1783516527016218505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/2012/03/our-growing-geek.html' title='Our Growing Geek'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210079469205225137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig4gqZLzZP8UvGFIb1kceVOROJ9T_oDcvxyHT6LxPn-Jp46JTQ7Dk6-pJGmfuj6tBbX1HDFPv0fhNZ-dTsVMNu0XdYPuPAEtEFHcZymqMQutNnDQegqkj0oWgx5OV-80M/s220/artsy9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329422878361380943.post-6284601532746498615</id><published>2012-03-14T17:58:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-14T18:08:57.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coloring Books (or What Is That In Your Mouth)</title><content type='html'>My husband just pulled a pulpy mass from my son&#39;s mouth and we couldn&#39;t figure out what it was.  After cleaning the kid up it became apparent, after looking around, that my son was attempting to eat a page of his coloring book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the book itself is kept by my side of the bed, as is the crayons.  This is so he can color supervised (and I can color too).  A page of the book got ripped out and somehow found its way into his playpen.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had I been aware of this, I probably would have taken it.  However, my son decided that his drawing would be better in his mouth than sent to grandma.  Not a good substitute for gum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just sayin&#39;.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/feeds/6284601532746498615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/2012/03/coloring-books-or-what-is-that-in-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329422878361380943/posts/default/6284601532746498615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329422878361380943/posts/default/6284601532746498615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/2012/03/coloring-books-or-what-is-that-in-your.html' title='Coloring Books (or What Is That In Your Mouth)'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210079469205225137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig4gqZLzZP8UvGFIb1kceVOROJ9T_oDcvxyHT6LxPn-Jp46JTQ7Dk6-pJGmfuj6tBbX1HDFPv0fhNZ-dTsVMNu0XdYPuPAEtEFHcZymqMQutNnDQegqkj0oWgx5OV-80M/s220/artsy9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329422878361380943.post-3846368128983302078</id><published>2012-03-08T07:20:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-08T07:22:53.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinuses</title><content type='html'>Hubby and I have terrible sinuses.  We both have perpetual sinus infections, snore terribly, and are often clogged up on clear days.  I had hoped that Luke would avoid such issues until I found a healthy amount of green boogies in his nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a doctor&#39;s appointment for myself next week and I intend to bring him with me.  Maybe our awesome doc can nip this thing in the bud before it gets out of hand.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/feeds/3846368128983302078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/2012/03/sinuses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329422878361380943/posts/default/3846368128983302078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329422878361380943/posts/default/3846368128983302078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/2012/03/sinuses.html' title='Sinuses'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210079469205225137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig4gqZLzZP8UvGFIb1kceVOROJ9T_oDcvxyHT6LxPn-Jp46JTQ7Dk6-pJGmfuj6tBbX1HDFPv0fhNZ-dTsVMNu0XdYPuPAEtEFHcZymqMQutNnDQegqkj0oWgx5OV-80M/s220/artsy9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329422878361380943.post-3499553072604365327</id><published>2012-03-02T07:50:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-02T08:11:04.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Crayons</title><content type='html'>Last night, I bought Luke his first official box of crayons.  We haven&#39;t played with them yet, but I&#39;m curious as to see how he reacts.  His first instinct with the other crayons was to put them in his mouth, which is most baby&#39;s first instinct, but I want to see if he&#39;ll color a picture.  We&#39;ll see.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/feeds/3499553072604365327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/2012/03/more-crayons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329422878361380943/posts/default/3499553072604365327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329422878361380943/posts/default/3499553072604365327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/2012/03/more-crayons.html' title='More Crayons'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210079469205225137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig4gqZLzZP8UvGFIb1kceVOROJ9T_oDcvxyHT6LxPn-Jp46JTQ7Dk6-pJGmfuj6tBbX1HDFPv0fhNZ-dTsVMNu0XdYPuPAEtEFHcZymqMQutNnDQegqkj0oWgx5OV-80M/s220/artsy9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329422878361380943.post-8901113863796591370</id><published>2012-02-29T07:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-29T07:21:44.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leap Day</title><content type='html'>I won&#39;t be writing in depth today on two accounts: 1) It&#39;s my birthday and 2) Luke won&#39;t stop crying because I&#39;m trying to eat breakfast without him (he&#39;s already eaten).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to me!  Life&#39;s so glamorous!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/feeds/8901113863796591370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/2012/02/leap-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329422878361380943/posts/default/8901113863796591370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329422878361380943/posts/default/8901113863796591370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/2012/02/leap-day.html' title='Leap Day'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210079469205225137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig4gqZLzZP8UvGFIb1kceVOROJ9T_oDcvxyHT6LxPn-Jp46JTQ7Dk6-pJGmfuj6tBbX1HDFPv0fhNZ-dTsVMNu0XdYPuPAEtEFHcZymqMQutNnDQegqkj0oWgx5OV-80M/s220/artsy9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329422878361380943.post-4434181500320666327</id><published>2012-02-28T07:53:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-28T08:00:59.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy Centric</title><content type='html'>Ever since Luke said &quot;Da Da&quot; for the first time (which he has not said since), his attention has been focused on Daddy.  Hubby will be sitting at his computer desk and Luke will yell or talk to him to get his attention.  He constantly wants Daddy to hold him, snuggle him, etc.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was Mommy focused, if Daddy tried to snuggle him, Luke would push Daddy away.  Luke doesn&#39;t do that with me except on occasion when Dad&#39;s home, so I still get my snuggly love bug during the day.  If he could stay this way, for a bit, I&#39;d be ever so thankful.  Hubby needs to feel appreciated.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/feeds/4434181500320666327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/2012/02/daddy-centric.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329422878361380943/posts/default/4434181500320666327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329422878361380943/posts/default/4434181500320666327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/2012/02/daddy-centric.html' title='Daddy Centric'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210079469205225137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig4gqZLzZP8UvGFIb1kceVOROJ9T_oDcvxyHT6LxPn-Jp46JTQ7Dk6-pJGmfuj6tBbX1HDFPv0fhNZ-dTsVMNu0XdYPuPAEtEFHcZymqMQutNnDQegqkj0oWgx5OV-80M/s220/artsy9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329422878361380943.post-5680228676463340149</id><published>2012-02-27T16:18:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-27T16:25:50.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crayons</title><content type='html'>Luke has discovered crayons.  He&#39;s discovered that they are fun to shake, taste funny, and can make pictures look even more cool.  I got him an orange and a red giant crayon and the red is already destroyed.  It&#39;s chewed to death, broken, and the orange is on its way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I&#39;m going to buy him a box of crayons and see how well he does.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/feeds/5680228676463340149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/2012/02/crayons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329422878361380943/posts/default/5680228676463340149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329422878361380943/posts/default/5680228676463340149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/2012/02/crayons.html' title='Crayons'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210079469205225137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig4gqZLzZP8UvGFIb1kceVOROJ9T_oDcvxyHT6LxPn-Jp46JTQ7Dk6-pJGmfuj6tBbX1HDFPv0fhNZ-dTsVMNu0XdYPuPAEtEFHcZymqMQutNnDQegqkj0oWgx5OV-80M/s220/artsy9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329422878361380943.post-2751216641153727940</id><published>2012-02-26T18:41:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-26T18:45:27.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tummy Sick</title><content type='html'>Last night, I got a phone call from hubby while I was at work.  Little guy was running a fever and feeling awful.  Lucky for me I work for a great company that let me out early so I could rush home to take care of him.  While I was on my way, he started throwing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He continued to throw up this morning, but his fever broke.  Still, he got some pedialite and infant tylenol to make him feel a little better.  The sickies didn&#39;t seem to last long, but I now have a ton of laundry that needs doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke is also a sharing type.  I started throwing up this morning.  It starts!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/feeds/2751216641153727940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/2012/02/tummy-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329422878361380943/posts/default/2751216641153727940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329422878361380943/posts/default/2751216641153727940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/2012/02/tummy-sick.html' title='Tummy Sick'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210079469205225137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig4gqZLzZP8UvGFIb1kceVOROJ9T_oDcvxyHT6LxPn-Jp46JTQ7Dk6-pJGmfuj6tBbX1HDFPv0fhNZ-dTsVMNu0XdYPuPAEtEFHcZymqMQutNnDQegqkj0oWgx5OV-80M/s220/artsy9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329422878361380943.post-6026763434352679801</id><published>2012-02-24T16:16:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-24T16:29:08.924-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elmo</title><content type='html'>We&#39;ve been watching a lot of Sesame Street lately (which is AWESOME) and Luke seems to absolutely LOVE Elmo.  He loves Elmo almost as much as he loves Cliff Lee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now we&#39;re watching a documentary on the fella who created Elmo and it&#39;s amazing to me that a young man from Baltimore set his mind to being a puppeteer and achieved great things.  The characters he created as he grew up and as an adult were so vibrant and lovable!  It takes a great person to bring his love to children just because he could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy, Kevin, is brilliant.  Just brilliant.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/feeds/6026763434352679801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/2012/02/elmo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329422878361380943/posts/default/6026763434352679801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329422878361380943/posts/default/6026763434352679801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/2012/02/elmo.html' title='Elmo'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210079469205225137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig4gqZLzZP8UvGFIb1kceVOROJ9T_oDcvxyHT6LxPn-Jp46JTQ7Dk6-pJGmfuj6tBbX1HDFPv0fhNZ-dTsVMNu0XdYPuPAEtEFHcZymqMQutNnDQegqkj0oWgx5OV-80M/s220/artsy9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329422878361380943.post-7338892701018560827</id><published>2012-02-21T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-21T16:57:50.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Doctor</title><content type='html'>I&#39;m not talking about our family doctor, I&#39;m talking about THE Doctor.  Luke seems to have developed an obsession with Doctor Who.  Hubby seems to share this obsession and the two of them seem to bond over the show.  While I find it interesting, I don&#39;t find it nearly as interesting as they do.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/feeds/7338892701018560827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/2012/02/doctor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329422878361380943/posts/default/7338892701018560827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329422878361380943/posts/default/7338892701018560827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/2012/02/doctor.html' title='The Doctor'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210079469205225137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig4gqZLzZP8UvGFIb1kceVOROJ9T_oDcvxyHT6LxPn-Jp46JTQ7Dk6-pJGmfuj6tBbX1HDFPv0fhNZ-dTsVMNu0XdYPuPAEtEFHcZymqMQutNnDQegqkj0oWgx5OV-80M/s220/artsy9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329422878361380943.post-4313534153845840052</id><published>2012-02-20T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T11:06:58.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luke Crawls video!</title><content type='html'>As promised, here&#39;s the kiddo crawling.  Please ignore my ridiculous voice in the background.  Needless to say, I was excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width=&quot;560&quot; height=&quot;315&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/DITS_yEI6Yo&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/feeds/4313534153845840052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/2012/02/luke-crawls-video.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329422878361380943/posts/default/4313534153845840052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329422878361380943/posts/default/4313534153845840052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/2012/02/luke-crawls-video.html' title='Luke Crawls video!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210079469205225137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig4gqZLzZP8UvGFIb1kceVOROJ9T_oDcvxyHT6LxPn-Jp46JTQ7Dk6-pJGmfuj6tBbX1HDFPv0fhNZ-dTsVMNu0XdYPuPAEtEFHcZymqMQutNnDQegqkj0oWgx5OV-80M/s220/artsy9.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/DITS_yEI6Yo/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329422878361380943.post-9155732040824229017</id><published>2012-02-20T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T10:45:02.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I feel silly...</title><content type='html'>Did you know that you can upload videos and photos directly from your smart phone onto photobucket, flickr, and youtube?  Yes?  Well I didn&#39;t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ve been stressing over how to get videos off of my SD card, but my computer keeps saying I have to reformat.  I was messing around on my phone and figured out how to link it to one of my youtube accounts!  I feel so silly for not figuring this out earlier.  I&#39;ve had the phone for almost 2 years now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, videos to come.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/feeds/9155732040824229017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/2012/02/so-i-feel-silly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329422878361380943/posts/default/9155732040824229017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329422878361380943/posts/default/9155732040824229017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/2012/02/so-i-feel-silly.html' title='So I feel silly...'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210079469205225137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig4gqZLzZP8UvGFIb1kceVOROJ9T_oDcvxyHT6LxPn-Jp46JTQ7Dk6-pJGmfuj6tBbX1HDFPv0fhNZ-dTsVMNu0XdYPuPAEtEFHcZymqMQutNnDQegqkj0oWgx5OV-80M/s220/artsy9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329422878361380943.post-1283992701679465693</id><published>2012-02-18T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-18T18:36:24.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feet</title><content type='html'>My feet are huge and generally not well taken care of.  I know this does not come as a shock to many of the moms out there since it takes time to care for such things.  Who the heck has the time?  Not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby decided to pay for a pedicure for me as a late Valentine&#39;s Day gift so I went and got it today.  I haven&#39;t had one in almost 10 years!  It felt awkward but nice to have my feet pampered, but they still weren&#39;t able to take off all of the callouses.  I may have to learn how to do it at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to do something for me for once.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/feeds/1283992701679465693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/2012/02/feet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329422878361380943/posts/default/1283992701679465693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329422878361380943/posts/default/1283992701679465693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/2012/02/feet.html' title='Feet'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210079469205225137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig4gqZLzZP8UvGFIb1kceVOROJ9T_oDcvxyHT6LxPn-Jp46JTQ7Dk6-pJGmfuj6tBbX1HDFPv0fhNZ-dTsVMNu0XdYPuPAEtEFHcZymqMQutNnDQegqkj0oWgx5OV-80M/s220/artsy9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329422878361380943.post-4743835301710427034</id><published>2012-02-14T12:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T12:27:49.059-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine&#39;s Day!</title><content type='html'>We&#39;re over here celebrating Luke&#39;s first Valentine&#39;s Day outside of the womb and having a  ol&#39; snuggle fest.  He got his very own phone, though I&#39;m sure he&#39;ll continue to steal Mommy&#39;s when he gets the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine&#39;s Day y&#39;all!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/feeds/4743835301710427034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/2012/02/happy-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329422878361380943/posts/default/4743835301710427034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329422878361380943/posts/default/4743835301710427034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/2012/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&#39;s Day!'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210079469205225137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig4gqZLzZP8UvGFIb1kceVOROJ9T_oDcvxyHT6LxPn-Jp46JTQ7Dk6-pJGmfuj6tBbX1HDFPv0fhNZ-dTsVMNu0XdYPuPAEtEFHcZymqMQutNnDQegqkj0oWgx5OV-80M/s220/artsy9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329422878361380943.post-3148766333934400562</id><published>2012-02-13T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T07:07:52.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurt Feelings</title><content type='html'>On the one hand, I&#39;ve been thoroughly enjoying my son being as mommy centric as he has been these past few months.  On the other hand, I hate seeing how hurt my husband is when Luke pushes him away to get to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was particularly bad.  Whenever hubby would hold Luke, snuggle Luke, give him kisses, etc., Luke would push him away and look for me.  The only touching thing he did was fall asleep on daddy&#39;s chest when he needed a nap.  I try teaching Luke &quot;dada,&quot; I get all excited for dad when he comes home, I do whatever I can, but he stays fixated on me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get the feeling that this heartache will continue for some time.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/feeds/3148766333934400562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/2012/02/hurt-feelings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329422878361380943/posts/default/3148766333934400562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329422878361380943/posts/default/3148766333934400562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/2012/02/hurt-feelings.html' title='Hurt Feelings'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210079469205225137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig4gqZLzZP8UvGFIb1kceVOROJ9T_oDcvxyHT6LxPn-Jp46JTQ7Dk6-pJGmfuj6tBbX1HDFPv0fhNZ-dTsVMNu0XdYPuPAEtEFHcZymqMQutNnDQegqkj0oWgx5OV-80M/s220/artsy9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329422878361380943.post-7115473283887647318</id><published>2012-02-11T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T13:26:25.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Da</title><content type='html'>Luke says Mama pretty regularly, &quot;baba&quot; for bottle, &quot;yayayaya&quot; over and over and other sounds strung together, but he still refuses to say &quot;dada.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ve been working with him on the &quot;d&quot; sound for several months now.  Either he refuses to make it or he just can&#39;t comprehend yet.  He learned the &quot;p&quot; sound yesterday, which was cool, but since we don&#39;t refer to hubby as &quot;Papa,&quot; it does no good for morale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone out there in Internet Land has any suggestions, I&#39;d be very open to them.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/feeds/7115473283887647318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/2012/02/da-da.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329422878361380943/posts/default/7115473283887647318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329422878361380943/posts/default/7115473283887647318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/2012/02/da-da.html' title='Da Da'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210079469205225137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig4gqZLzZP8UvGFIb1kceVOROJ9T_oDcvxyHT6LxPn-Jp46JTQ7Dk6-pJGmfuj6tBbX1HDFPv0fhNZ-dTsVMNu0XdYPuPAEtEFHcZymqMQutNnDQegqkj0oWgx5OV-80M/s220/artsy9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329422878361380943.post-523587329490066023</id><published>2012-02-09T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T16:10:42.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Eye</title><content type='html'>While snuggling the baby today during book time, I put the book down just in time to have the one cat sprint up the bed and over my face.  I now have two cuts on my right eyelid and two huge scratches on my arm.  I had it checked and my eyesight will not be affected.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I&#39;m super thankful for is that she did now scratch up Luke.  I can deal with the pain and blood, but I&#39;d never forgive myself if I wasn&#39;t able to protect him.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/feeds/523587329490066023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-eye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329422878361380943/posts/default/523587329490066023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329422878361380943/posts/default/523587329490066023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-eye.html' title='My Eye'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210079469205225137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig4gqZLzZP8UvGFIb1kceVOROJ9T_oDcvxyHT6LxPn-Jp46JTQ7Dk6-pJGmfuj6tBbX1HDFPv0fhNZ-dTsVMNu0XdYPuPAEtEFHcZymqMQutNnDQegqkj0oWgx5OV-80M/s220/artsy9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329422878361380943.post-6738957113035698008</id><published>2012-02-08T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T08:19:13.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies</title><content type='html'>Hubby stayed home yesterday because he was feeling ill.  There&#39;s a tummy bug going around the area, so I didn&#39;t argue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with being sick is that Luke has decided he no longer likes sleeping in his crib.  He&#39;ll lie there fine if we place him in while asleep, but he&#39;ll freak out and start crying when he wakes up.  The same reaction does not apply when he&#39;s snuggling with me or hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I go to work, hubby and baby are left to their own devices.  Luke wants to sleep in the bed, hubby wants Luke to sleep in the crib, so no one gets sleep in the end.  This doesn&#39;t allow for hubby to get rest to get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got called into work last night and didn&#39;t get home until 3:30am.  Both of the boys were still up with hubby lamenting the situation.  I don&#39;t blame him.  I ended up staying up til 4:30am getting the kiddo to go to sleep and to stay asleep in the crib.  He woke up at 8am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, I&#39;m pretty tired.  I forsee an early bedtime for all of us in the near future.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/feeds/6738957113035698008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/2012/02/babies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329422878361380943/posts/default/6738957113035698008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329422878361380943/posts/default/6738957113035698008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/2012/02/babies.html' title='Babies'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210079469205225137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig4gqZLzZP8UvGFIb1kceVOROJ9T_oDcvxyHT6LxPn-Jp46JTQ7Dk6-pJGmfuj6tBbX1HDFPv0fhNZ-dTsVMNu0XdYPuPAEtEFHcZymqMQutNnDQegqkj0oWgx5OV-80M/s220/artsy9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329422878361380943.post-3108537459073880823</id><published>2012-02-07T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T08:06:46.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrapping corners</title><content type='html'>It wasn&#39;t long ago that Luke could barely pull himself up to standing in his playpen.  Now he does it regularly and quickly with the added bonus of being able to wrap around corners with no issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here&#39;s the problem- the kid is smart.  Normally this is something to celebrate (and even in this case there should be a little celebration), but this time it&#39;s getting him into trouble.  Luke has figured out that if he piles his toys in a particular fashion and climbs on top of them, he can see higher over the playpen walls.  He&#39;s also figured that he can use the toys as a ladder to try and vault over the wall to get to me. We also had to rope tie the walls together because the little bugger learned how to open one of the sides once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say his crib has been lowered further and stuffed animals have been removed to make it so he can&#39;t vault over the side.  He&#39;s getting big fast and I have no idea how long that will last.  He may &quot;graduate&quot; to a toddler bed faster than other kiddos.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/feeds/3108537459073880823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/2012/02/wrapping-corners.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329422878361380943/posts/default/3108537459073880823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329422878361380943/posts/default/3108537459073880823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/2012/02/wrapping-corners.html' title='Wrapping corners'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210079469205225137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig4gqZLzZP8UvGFIb1kceVOROJ9T_oDcvxyHT6LxPn-Jp46JTQ7Dk6-pJGmfuj6tBbX1HDFPv0fhNZ-dTsVMNu0XdYPuPAEtEFHcZymqMQutNnDQegqkj0oWgx5OV-80M/s220/artsy9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329422878361380943.post-4694497484334835623</id><published>2012-02-06T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T11:20:24.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Trip</title><content type='html'>My son left about 45 minutes ago with his Poppy, Grandma Jen, and Uncle Chad to go visit Jen&#39;s mother and father.  It will be several hours before he gets back and so I&#39;m left to my own devices. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what am I doing?  Laundry, dishes, cleaning, crafting, and such.  I&#39;d really like to take a nap, but I have no idea if I&#39;ll be able to do that and get everything else done.  It&#39;s weird not having Luke around.  I miss my little goofy boy.  I know it&#39;s only a few hours, but I really miss him.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/feeds/4694497484334835623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/2012/02/day-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329422878361380943/posts/default/4694497484334835623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6329422878361380943/posts/default/4694497484334835623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://acloserluke.blogspot.com/2012/02/day-trip.html' title='Day Trip'/><author><name>Sara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06210079469205225137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig4gqZLzZP8UvGFIb1kceVOROJ9T_oDcvxyHT6LxPn-Jp46JTQ7Dk6-pJGmfuj6tBbX1HDFPv0fhNZ-dTsVMNu0XdYPuPAEtEFHcZymqMQutNnDQegqkj0oWgx5OV-80M/s220/artsy9.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>