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Little Man doesn't know the whole song, but he's getting close.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/1838814838823721023/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906638443162956166&amp;postID=1838814838823721023" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/1838814838823721023?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/1838814838823721023?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/2009/06/monkeys-jumping-on-bed.html" title="Monkeys Jumping on the Bed" /><author><name>badmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03939746231408328938</uri><email>msgullo@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10165092472456572971" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMCQX8_fSp7ImA9WxJXGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906638443162956166.post-4431855415947566302</id><published>2009-06-13T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T20:34:20.145-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-13T20:34:20.145-07:00</app:edited><title>Been too quiet for too long</title><summary>Just a quick update. Things here are continuing apace which is good. Boo is getting bigger and stronger and is a hair's breadth from pulling up to stand.Little Man and family went to the NICU reunion at Huntington which was amazing.Little Man is a walking, talking, growing, learning machine which I think is AWESOME.One of my favorite things is the fact that he requests to sleep in the big boy bed</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/4431855415947566302/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906638443162956166&amp;postID=4431855415947566302" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/4431855415947566302?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/4431855415947566302?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/2009/06/been-too-quiet-for-too-long.html" title="Been too quiet for too long" /><author><name>badmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03939746231408328938</uri><email>msgullo@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10165092472456572971" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IERH08eyp7ImA9WxVXFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906638443162956166.post-8707549476206297219</id><published>2009-02-12T20:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T20:31:45.373-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-12T20:31:45.373-08:00</app:edited><title /><summary>A week ago, I had breakfast with a former co-worker.  I had a dulce de leche and Noah, in his inimitable way, wanted wanted wanted some.  I scooped some foam and gave him some. He was satisfied with foam until he wasn't. So I gave him some of the coffee.  He had a couple of spoonfuls or more.Katie rolled her eyes at me. Joseph raised an eyebrow and I just shrugged.  Noah gets sugar off and on. He</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/8707549476206297219/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906638443162956166&amp;postID=8707549476206297219" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/8707549476206297219?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/8707549476206297219?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/2009/02/week-ago-i-had-breakfast-with-former-co.html" title="" /><author><name>badmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03939746231408328938</uri><email>msgullo@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10165092472456572971" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MEQn0zeCp7ImA9WxVQF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906638443162956166.post-6204403533692253553</id><published>2009-02-04T09:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T12:30:03.380-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-04T12:30:03.380-08:00</app:edited><title>Empathy</title><summary>Little Man has been getting language. It's pretty exciting and requires a great deal of repetition, patience and twice weekly visits from the Speech Therapist.He has lots of nouns, which makes sense from a language acquisition perspective that he is getting the cognitive label for things. Non-concretes are harder to teach. He understands Bye-Bye and LOVES to say it (and often blows a kiss to go </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/6204403533692253553/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906638443162956166&amp;postID=6204403533692253553" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/6204403533692253553?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/6204403533692253553?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/2009/02/empathy.html" title="Empathy" /><author><name>badmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03939746231408328938</uri><email>msgullo@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10165092472456572971" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcMR3c9fip7ImA9WxVTEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906638443162956166.post-5592902251229233003</id><published>2008-12-25T20:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T20:51:26.966-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-25T20:51:26.966-08:00</app:edited><title>Grandma got me a drum (moms are groaning)</title><summary>Grandma got me a drum (moms are groaning) Originally uploaded by mskatGift to be given only to a grandchild far away.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/5592902251229233003/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906638443162956166&amp;postID=5592902251229233003" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/5592902251229233003?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/5592902251229233003?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/2008/12/grandma-got-me-drum-moms-are-groaning.html" title="Grandma got me a drum (moms are groaning)" /><author><name>badmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03939746231408328938</uri><email>msgullo@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10165092472456572971" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUAQX48fSp7ImA9WxVTEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906638443162956166.post-4407552104946323602</id><published>2008-12-24T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T06:00:40.075-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-24T06:00:40.075-08:00</app:edited><title>Why?  Why?  No really, why?!</title><summary>We were just at CVS. Some girl was standing with her foot on the car window ledge and her other foot on the seat of her mother's car. Her brother was peeing on the car door and mom, mess that she is was ignoring both of them even when girl said, "He's peeing on the car."I am tired. My son is sick. I just spent too many hours in the car through Orange and Los Angeles Counties.  And I have zero </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/4407552104946323602/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906638443162956166&amp;postID=4407552104946323602" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/4407552104946323602?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/4407552104946323602?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-why-no-really-why.html" title="Why?  Why?  No really, why?!" /><author><name>badmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03939746231408328938</uri><email>msgullo@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10165092472456572971" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMCQnw7eip7ImA9WxRaGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906638443162956166.post-9176337677694795578</id><published>2008-12-21T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T18:21:03.202-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-21T18:21:03.202-08:00</app:edited><title>Long time not enough update</title><summary>The thing about having a toddler is that it's almost impossible to get anything not toddler-related done. I almost miss the blobby stage where the baby just ate, slept and pooped in a 3-hour cycle. Now, it's all about getting the toddler out and about because our toddler acts better while we are in public. At home, it's all about Little Man being all over the place undoing everything and causing </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/9176337677694795578/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906638443162956166&amp;postID=9176337677694795578" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/9176337677694795578?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/9176337677694795578?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/2008/12/long-time-not-enough-update.html" title="Long time not enough update" /><author><name>badmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03939746231408328938</uri><email>msgullo@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10165092472456572971" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUHSXc_cSp7ImA9WxRVGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906638443162956166.post-5157172022558367113</id><published>2008-11-15T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T22:17:18.949-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-15T22:17:18.949-08:00</app:edited><title>Sit and Stroll Giveaway</title><summary>Debbie at Delicious Baby has a giveaway going for a Sit-N-Stroll. If any of you traveling types needed one, they seem wickedly cool.In general her site helped me talk myself down from the stress of traveling with Little Man alone. Good stuff to read!</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/5157172022558367113/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906638443162956166&amp;postID=5157172022558367113" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/5157172022558367113?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/5157172022558367113?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/2008/11/sit-and-stroll-giveaway.html" title="Sit and Stroll Giveaway" /><author><name>badmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03939746231408328938</uri><email>msgullo@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10165092472456572971" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcFRXY_eip7ImA9WxRWFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906638443162956166.post-7602769165764411003</id><published>2008-11-02T18:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T18:40:14.842-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-02T18:40:14.842-08:00</app:edited><title>Things in My Son's Crib</title><summary>For months, there was nothing in the crib except a bumper.  Now, at 19 months, Little Man sleeps with an entire array of stuff including, but not limited to:Fox in Socks (his fave. Loves to sleep with it)a stuffed gargoyle (so cute!)a baby batCookie monsterElephantblanket.At what points did SIDS stop being an issue?  I dunno. About the time he was trying to use the bumper and heel hook his way </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/7602769165764411003/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906638443162956166&amp;postID=7602769165764411003" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/7602769165764411003?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/7602769165764411003?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/2008/11/things-in-my-sons-crib.html" title="Things in My Son's Crib" /><author><name>badmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03939746231408328938</uri><email>msgullo@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10165092472456572971" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEGQns5eSp7ImA9WxRWEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906638443162956166.post-868021734452050625</id><published>2008-10-29T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T06:57:03.521-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-29T06:57:03.521-07:00</app:edited><title>We're still here and yet oddly on hold</title><summary>Things are crazy busy with work and home and work and walking baby and work and baby who doesn't feel so great.So please stand by for an important actual update wherein I figure out what shoes (Stride Rite vs. Preschooligans) to buy and I think about toys for the holidays.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/868021734452050625/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906638443162956166&amp;postID=868021734452050625" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/868021734452050625?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/868021734452050625?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/2008/10/were-still-here-and-yet-oddly-on-hold.html" title="We're still here and yet oddly on hold" /><author><name>badmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03939746231408328938</uri><email>msgullo@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10165092472456572971" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IEQXcyeyp7ImA9WxRREEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906638443162956166.post-4097503750016588620</id><published>2008-09-21T19:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T19:11:40.993-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-21T19:11:40.993-07:00</app:edited><title>Apricot Eyes</title><summary>Apricot Eyes Originally uploaded by mskatI know. I'm terrible. Little Man has issues with self-feeding. And it irks me to let him get mucked up and messy. And he's so slow and inefficient. I find that I shovel food in to just forward our day instead of spending the time to let him learn to use the spoon better. Bad Mommy.But funny picture.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/4097503750016588620/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906638443162956166&amp;postID=4097503750016588620" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/4097503750016588620?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/4097503750016588620?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/2008/09/apricot-eyes.html" title="Apricot Eyes" /><author><name>badmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03939746231408328938</uri><email>msgullo@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10165092472456572971" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQFRnw9fyp7ImA9WxRSE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906638443162956166.post-624627153597204179</id><published>2008-09-13T19:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T19:11:57.267-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-13T19:11:57.267-07:00</app:edited><title>Haircut</title><summary>    HaircutOriginally uploaded by mskatI wasn't really ready for this to be true, but Little Man was ready for a haircut. Made me sad.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/624627153597204179/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906638443162956166&amp;postID=624627153597204179" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/624627153597204179?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/624627153597204179?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/2008/09/haircut.html" title="Haircut" /><author><name>badmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03939746231408328938</uri><email>msgullo@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10165092472456572971" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IHSX0-fyp7ImA9WxRTGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906638443162956166.post-2418211220988015651</id><published>2008-09-08T20:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T20:38:58.357-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-08T20:38:58.357-07:00</app:edited><title /><summary>Honest, I NEVER make this face Originally uploaded by mskatWe went to Yosemite. This was at Bridalveil Falls. Little Man was very needy clingy and would not let his beloved Fox go, which is unusual for him.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/2418211220988015651/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906638443162956166&amp;postID=2418211220988015651" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/2418211220988015651?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/2418211220988015651?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/2008/09/honest-i-never-make-this-face.html" title="" /><author><name>badmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03939746231408328938</uri><email>msgullo@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10165092472456572971" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQNR349fyp7ImA9WxdaGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906638443162956166.post-3156913231842066272</id><published>2008-08-28T20:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T20:59:56.067-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-28T20:59:56.067-07:00</app:edited><title>Flirt</title><summary>Squirt Can FlirtOriginally uploaded by mskatWe went to Ohio. Little Man hung with grandma. And can I just say, my boy is a prime flirt.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/3156913231842066272/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906638443162956166&amp;postID=3156913231842066272" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/3156913231842066272?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/3156913231842066272?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/2008/08/flirt.html" title="Flirt" /><author><name>badmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03939746231408328938</uri><email>msgullo@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10165092472456572971" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4ERnk_cSp7ImA9WxdaEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906638443162956166.post-6444452484657013329</id><published>2008-08-19T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T13:15:07.749-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-19T13:15:07.749-07:00</app:edited><title>Open Letter to the Extremely Bitchy Older Women at BJs in Arcadia.</title><summary>Dear Older Women in the Booth Near My Table,I heard your bitchy comment, "I don't want to listen to THAT baby cry through lunch."  We hadn't been in the restaurant 3 minutes, near the table for more than a minute. I was getting him into his high chair when I overheard you say it.  Yes.  It's true. Little Man was indeed crying. But he wasn't crying his foolhead off like he can, especially when </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/6444452484657013329/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906638443162956166&amp;postID=6444452484657013329" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/6444452484657013329?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/6444452484657013329?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/2008/08/open-letter-to-extremely-bitchy-older.html" title="Open Letter to the Extremely Bitchy Older Women at BJs in Arcadia." /><author><name>badmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03939746231408328938</uri><email>msgullo@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10165092472456572971" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04FRXY4eCp7ImA9WxdbGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906638443162956166.post-3622581390483485926</id><published>2008-08-16T21:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T21:05:14.830-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-16T21:05:14.830-07:00</app:edited><title>This cracked me up...</title><summary>A Blogger Writes Mea Culpas to other parents.  Cracked me up.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/3622581390483485926/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906638443162956166&amp;postID=3622581390483485926" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/3622581390483485926?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/3622581390483485926?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-cracked-me-up.html" title="This cracked me up..." /><author><name>badmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03939746231408328938</uri><email>msgullo@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10165092472456572971" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIERXo7eSp7ImA9WxdbGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906638443162956166.post-2218014567908596444</id><published>2008-08-16T20:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T20:25:04.401-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-16T20:25:04.401-07:00</app:edited><title>Did I mention?</title><summary>Grace Sits Up Originally uploaded by mskatBoo has been working on sitting up.  You can see her here sitting on her own. She still tends to topple over, or sometimes throw herself back as hard as she can. Also in this picture is Little Man. He's playing with Boo's Fox in Socks (he has two of his own which he needs before he can fall asleep).  He found it hard to believe that Boo's Fox was NOT his </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/2218014567908596444/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906638443162956166&amp;postID=2218014567908596444" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/2218014567908596444?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/2218014567908596444?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/2008/08/did-i-mention.html" title="Did I mention?" /><author><name>badmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03939746231408328938</uri><email>msgullo@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10165092472456572971" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4MR386eSp7ImA9WxdbEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906638443162956166.post-7277338337026730302</id><published>2008-08-09T07:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T07:43:06.111-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-09T07:43:06.111-07:00</app:edited><title>I'm not a fan</title><summary>    Dance Baby DanceOriginally uploaded by mskatI bought Little Man a water table, which he loves. I bought, not the one I wanted from Step 2, but rather a Little Tikes one that was actually in stock. But of course, it was not only branded, but it had Dora the Explorer. Not a fan of Dora.  The only Dora esque piece is the umbrella. I hate it enough that I'm contemplating replacing the two Dora/</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/7277338337026730302/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906638443162956166&amp;postID=7277338337026730302" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/7277338337026730302?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/7277338337026730302?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-not-fan.html" title="I&amp;#39;m not a fan" /><author><name>badmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03939746231408328938</uri><email>msgullo@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10165092472456572971" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYHRH45eip7ImA9WxdUGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906638443162956166.post-86607910631287027</id><published>2008-08-04T19:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T13:12:15.022-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-05T13:12:15.022-07:00</app:edited><title>You're Never too Young to Pick Crops</title><summary>Katie and Noah with Tomato Originally uploaded by mskatWe took Little Man to the Underwood Farms to pick raspberries and tomatoes. He's adorable, it's true, but he sort of sucks at the picking right now.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/86607910631287027/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906638443162956166&amp;postID=86607910631287027" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/86607910631287027?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/86607910631287027?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/2008/08/your-never-to-young-to-pick-crops.html" title="You're Never too Young to Pick Crops" /><author><name>badmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03939746231408328938</uri><email>msgullo@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10165092472456572971" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQFQXc5fyp7ImA9WxdVGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906638443162956166.post-1620858912086568894</id><published>2008-07-24T19:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T19:35:10.927-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-24T19:35:10.927-07:00</app:edited><title>So, how about a drink?</title><summary>So, how about a drink? Originally uploaded by mskatI know only a Bad Mommy finds this funny. I love this picture of Boo. There she is leaning against her sit-and-play seat. She is clearly NOT pleased with me because (1) I woke her from her nap so she would play (2) I made her sit up (3) and we did some core work right before.She just looks pissed, with the elbow on a bar like she wants the </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/1620858912086568894/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906638443162956166&amp;postID=1620858912086568894" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/1620858912086568894?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/1620858912086568894?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-how-about-drink.html" title="So, how about a drink?" /><author><name>badmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03939746231408328938</uri><email>msgullo@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10165092472456572971" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cMSHY9eyp7ImA9WxdWEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906638443162956166.post-6614792007538455557</id><published>2008-07-04T07:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T07:18:09.863-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-04T07:18:09.863-07:00</app:edited><title>Pat Pat</title><summary>Pat Pat Originally uploaded by mskatSame day. Different picture/Different post.We had Little Man there that day with Boo. Normally we put him on the opposite side of the Boppy and they sort of play. kind of.  For about 10 seconds. I put him behind her and he was so incredibly gentle with her. He patted her head and crawled around her and generally was sweet and endearing. And she has a giant WTF?</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/6614792007538455557/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906638443162956166&amp;postID=6614792007538455557" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/6614792007538455557?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/6614792007538455557?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/2008/07/pat-pat.html" title="Pat Pat" /><author><name>badmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03939746231408328938</uri><email>msgullo@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10165092472456572971" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8AQ386fyp7ImA9WxdWEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906638443162956166.post-7590698013838819897</id><published>2008-07-04T07:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T07:14:02.117-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-04T07:14:02.117-07:00</app:edited><title>Reading I Stink together</title><summary>Reading I Stink together Originally uploaded by mskatI adore this picture. Katie has worked on getting Boo to sit up.  She's not quite doing it on her own yet, at least not for any extended period of time.  But with the help of the Boppy she will do some tripod sitting. When we first started practicing this, Boo would get so mad. She'd cry and kick up a fuss and generally just have a meltdown. </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/7590698013838819897/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906638443162956166&amp;postID=7590698013838819897" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/7590698013838819897?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/7590698013838819897?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/2008/07/reading-i-stink-together.html" title="Reading I Stink together" /><author><name>badmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03939746231408328938</uri><email>msgullo@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10165092472456572971" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QCQno4fSp7ImA9WxdXFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906638443162956166.post-6061138505264492572</id><published>2008-06-27T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T20:56:03.435-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-27T20:56:03.435-07:00</app:edited><title>Kitty caterwaul</title><summary>The title really has nothing to do with what I'm thinking about. Except the cats in the neighborhood are fighting. Yesterday, we took Little Man kayaking (news reel on that when the pictures come back). It didn't go as well as I'd hoped.  Like the neighborhood cats, he was filled with squalling and caterwaulingToday, we all went to visit Little Boo. Hooo boy she was in a good mood. Someone had </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/6061138505264492572/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906638443162956166&amp;postID=6061138505264492572" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/6061138505264492572?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/6061138505264492572?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/2008/06/kitty-caterwaul.html" title="Kitty caterwaul" /><author><name>badmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03939746231408328938</uri><email>msgullo@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10165092472456572971" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8AR3c8eyp7ImA9WxdXEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906638443162956166.post-9076973780206291094</id><published>2008-06-23T07:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T07:54:06.973-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-23T07:54:06.973-07:00</app:edited><title>Beach day</title><summary>IMG_0960.JPG Originally uploaded by mskatYesterday was a quick trip to the Ocean Institute in Dana Point. Never having been before we drove down.  Had breakfast in Anaheim at the Original Pancake House (yum!) and then ended up at Dana Point a little early. Which meant Beach Time.  The beach closest to the point is a calm little crescent, a classic mother's beach.  Little Man ate sand, got into </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/9076973780206291094/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906638443162956166&amp;postID=9076973780206291094" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/9076973780206291094?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/9076973780206291094?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/2008/06/beach-day.html" title="Beach day" /><author><name>badmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03939746231408328938</uri><email>msgullo@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10165092472456572971" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAMSXc9cCp7ImA9WxdRGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906638443162956166.post-1781185363845127597</id><published>2008-06-08T19:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T19:16:28.968-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-08T19:16:28.968-07:00</app:edited><title>Brain Buckets</title><summary>Noah hates his helmet Originally uploaded by mskatLittle Man looks decidedly peeved that we make him wear a helmet. But too bad.  I like his little brain bucket (it features turtles swimming, which doesn't make sense from a bike perspective,  instead of Diego, Dora or Thomas the Train).  He was not so down with keeping it on. Which made our first bike ride with the baby a little bit stop and go.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/1781185363845127597/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906638443162956166&amp;postID=1781185363845127597" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/1781185363845127597?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/1781185363845127597?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/2008/06/brain-buckets.html" title="Brain Buckets" /><author><name>badmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03939746231408328938</uri><email>msgullo@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="10165092472456572971" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry></feed>
