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This was taken when he was just one. He used to be so damned cute.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/2312505655839887048/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906638443162956166&amp;postID=2312505655839887048" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/2312505655839887048?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/2312505655839887048?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/2011/05/alien-big-head.html" title="alien big head" /><author><name>badmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03939746231408328938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bDUQTbqcrE/SHE7xDdtIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ef_LSz2wFRU/s1600-R/2640498557_4e5bf1cea3_m.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3117/2709425860_268b4b45bf_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYMRHk9fCp7ImA9Wx9XGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906638443162956166.post-6292704482310433656</id><published>2011-01-13T20:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T20:43:05.764-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-13T20:43:05.764-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="photo" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="huntington" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="apple" /><title>Huntington Apple Photo</title><summary>DSCN3989.JPGOriginally uploaded by shirasTaken on November 22, 2007.Apple of my eyeOriginally uploaded by mskatTaken on May 29, 2008Huntington Gardens AppleOriginally uploaded by mskatTaken on February 1, 2009Huntington Gardens Apple PhotoOriginally uploaded by mskatTaken on September 19, 2009.  Your apple SUCKS. Originally uploaded by mskatTaken in November 2009. Grace thinks this entire apple </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/6292704482310433656/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906638443162956166&amp;postID=6292704482310433656" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/6292704482310433656?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/6292704482310433656?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/2011/01/huntington-apple-photo_13.html" title="Huntington Apple Photo" /><author><name>badmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03939746231408328938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bDUQTbqcrE/SHE7xDdtIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ef_LSz2wFRU/s1600-R/2640498557_4e5bf1cea3_m.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2321/2054976509_3d0cc82af0_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8DQHczeSp7ImA9Wx9QEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906638443162956166.post-1281383311203011987</id><published>2010-12-24T16:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T20:54:31.981-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-24T20:54:31.981-08:00</app:edited><title>The perils of tube feeding</title><summary>  Originally uploaded by mskatGrace had to poop. She doesn't like to poop sitting down. She hopped off the chair and fiddled with her tube just as she was being fed. And, lo and behold, this is the result.    </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/1281383311203011987/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906638443162956166&amp;postID=1281383311203011987" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/1281383311203011987?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/1281383311203011987?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/2010/12/perils-of-tube-feeding.html" title="The perils of tube feeding" /><author><name>badmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03939746231408328938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bDUQTbqcrE/SHE7xDdtIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ef_LSz2wFRU/s1600-R/2640498557_4e5bf1cea3_m.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5004/5289260950_1918e55db0_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkINR3s5eSp7ImA9Wx9RGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906638443162956166.post-1754384386860635042</id><published>2010-12-20T06:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T06:16:36.521-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-20T06:16:36.521-08:00</app:edited><title>Whatchu Talkin' 'Bout, Santa?</title><summary>Whatchu Talkin' 'Bout, Santa? Originally uploaded by mskatOn Saturday, we took the twins to see Santa.  There are, as ever, myriad issues with this.1. Saturday was day three of a giant storm system. We went to the Americana because they have a nice Santa House. The Americana it outdoors.  We got wet. The upside?  No one goes to see Santa in torrential rain so we were first in line for Santa's 9:</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/1754384386860635042/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906638443162956166&amp;postID=1754384386860635042" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/1754384386860635042?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/1754384386860635042?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/2010/12/whatchu-talkin-santa.html" title="Whatchu Talkin&amp;#39; &amp;#39;Bout, Santa?" /><author><name>badmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03939746231408328938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bDUQTbqcrE/SHE7xDdtIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ef_LSz2wFRU/s1600-R/2640498557_4e5bf1cea3_m.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5087/5271946678_dd3961eacf_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcEQHsycCp7ImA9Wx9SEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906638443162956166.post-2071365006946137112</id><published>2010-12-01T19:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T20:10:01.598-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-01T20:10:01.598-08:00</app:edited><title>Our Red Wagon contribution</title><summary>Our Red Wagon contribution Originally uploaded by mskatAt Noah's school, they solicit donations for a big raffle called the Red Wagon.  Families donate whatever as prizes. We're not a big spending family, nor do we really have anything of value (like someone donates a weekend at a vacation home) to barter.What I do have is stuff I have canned all summer. I went to target, bought a basket, a dish </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/2071365006946137112/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906638443162956166&amp;postID=2071365006946137112" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/2071365006946137112?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/2071365006946137112?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/2010/12/our-red-wagon-contribution.html" title="Our Red Wagon contribution" /><author><name>badmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03939746231408328938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bDUQTbqcrE/SHE7xDdtIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ef_LSz2wFRU/s1600-R/2640498557_4e5bf1cea3_m.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5046/5225000973_0e728924c0_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04AQHc_fip7ImA9Wx9TGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906638443162956166.post-2050472827457917433</id><published>2010-11-26T17:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T17:05:41.946-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-26T17:05:41.946-08:00</app:edited><title>What a meal for Grace looks like</title><summary>Grace's Thanksgiving Meal pre-blend Originally uploaded by mskatAs you know, Grace's food is provided through her g-tube via the Vitamix.  We have been really recipe-bound on occasion. And at times we've treated Grace as the person who eats the leftovers. This year, we wanted Grace to partake of a traditional Thanksgiving meal.  Here is her blend for the day. It includes mashed potatoes, sweet </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/2050472827457917433/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906638443162956166&amp;postID=2050472827457917433" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/2050472827457917433?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/2050472827457917433?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/2010/11/grace-thanksgiving-meal-pre-blend.html" title="What a meal for Grace looks like" /><author><name>badmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03939746231408328938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bDUQTbqcrE/SHE7xDdtIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ef_LSz2wFRU/s1600-R/2640498557_4e5bf1cea3_m.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5044/5210500320_676cc3dcfd_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4DQ309cSp7ImA9Wx5aF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906638443162956166.post-4026144895428462087</id><published>2010-11-14T20:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T20:22:52.369-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-14T20:22:52.369-08:00</app:edited><title>Time to cook!</title><summary>Time to cook! Originally uploaded by mskatNoah went to  cooking school party. I ADORE this photo, but wish in full screen it wasn't so fuzzy.  They made pizza and cupcakes. He had a GREAT time. Loved every minute of messy gooey fun.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/4026144895428462087/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906638443162956166&amp;postID=4026144895428462087" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/4026144895428462087?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/4026144895428462087?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/2010/11/time-to-cook.html" title="Time to cook!" /><author><name>badmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03939746231408328938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bDUQTbqcrE/SHE7xDdtIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ef_LSz2wFRU/s1600-R/2640498557_4e5bf1cea3_m.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4152/5176252781_62e4d5faa6_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YHQ389fCp7ImA9Wx5aFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906638443162956166.post-8962127688272158</id><published>2010-11-11T18:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T18:32:12.164-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-11T18:32:12.164-08:00</app:edited><title>Go, Gracie! Go!</title><summary>    Go, Gracie! Go!Originally uploaded by mskatMobility ahoy! This week she's been crazy for standing and walking. Granted, she hates leaves on the ground and keeps trying to levitate around them, but in the house, it's been all walkabout all the time. It's super exciting, but also a little daunting.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/8962127688272158/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906638443162956166&amp;postID=8962127688272158" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/8962127688272158?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/8962127688272158?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/2010/11/go-gracie-go.html" title="Go, Gracie! Go!" /><author><name>badmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03939746231408328938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bDUQTbqcrE/SHE7xDdtIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ef_LSz2wFRU/s1600-R/2640498557_4e5bf1cea3_m.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcBSH89eyp7ImA9Wx5aE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906638443162956166.post-5784619565212829439</id><published>2010-11-09T20:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T20:07:39.163-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-09T20:07:39.163-08:00</app:edited><title>Dots and stripes</title><summary>Dots and stripes Originally uploaded by mskatIn completely shallow news, Grace wore tights today for the first time. Years ago, when i dreamt of my ideal daughter, she often wore cotton tights and cute little dresses.  She'd have on Mary Janes and she'd go skipping through that world.I never really imagined my Grace born at 25 weeks. I remember reading a preemie book, after they were born, and </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/5784619565212829439/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906638443162956166&amp;postID=5784619565212829439" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/5784619565212829439?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/5784619565212829439?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/2010/11/dots-and-stripes.html" title="Dots and stripes" /><author><name>badmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03939746231408328938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bDUQTbqcrE/SHE7xDdtIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ef_LSz2wFRU/s1600-R/2640498557_4e5bf1cea3_m.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1256/5161548520_f01e276653_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EHSHo7eCp7ImA9Wx5bFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906638443162956166.post-2332176802495899178</id><published>2010-10-30T23:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T23:13:59.400-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-30T23:13:59.400-07:00</app:edited><title>Stripey girl at stuntacular</title><summary>Stripey girl at stuntacular Originally uploaded by mskatBusy like crazy weekend.So, here's Grace. She's a different kid than she was 6 months ago. Moreso than even the normal kid growth changes. We went to an event in Sherman Oaks this evening. She wanted to walk, so walk we did. When the event started, Grace kicked up a fuss because attention wasn't on her.She's a terror.She has people who are </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/2332176802495899178/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906638443162956166&amp;postID=2332176802495899178" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/2332176802495899178?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/2332176802495899178?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/2010/10/stripey-girl-at-stuntacular.html" title="Stripey girl at stuntacular" /><author><name>badmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03939746231408328938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bDUQTbqcrE/SHE7xDdtIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ef_LSz2wFRU/s1600-R/2640498557_4e5bf1cea3_m.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4033/5130264214_88be1651d8_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YMRHwyeyp7ImA9Wx5UGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906638443162956166.post-8014940514703968563</id><published>2010-10-24T21:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T21:33:05.293-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-24T21:33:05.293-07:00</app:edited><title>"I'll keep playing until you call me."</title><summary>"I'll keep playing until you call me." Originally uploaded by mskatNoah's learning to play outside alone. His comment today, "I'll keep playing until you call me."On his t-ball stand, he found a spider web with two giant eggs from a brown widow spider. I kinda freaked out and tried to wash the web off. It was pretty sticky and resilient. Then when I went to pull it down, I saw the spider itself. </summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/8014940514703968563/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906638443162956166&amp;postID=8014940514703968563" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/8014940514703968563?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/8014940514703968563?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/2010/10/keep-playing-until-you-call-me.html" title="&amp;quot;I&amp;#39;ll keep playing until you call me.&amp;quot;" /><author><name>badmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03939746231408328938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bDUQTbqcrE/SHE7xDdtIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ef_LSz2wFRU/s1600-R/2640498557_4e5bf1cea3_m.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1261/5111172468_57119412a9_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MDSHk-fip7ImA9Wx5UGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906638443162956166.post-8849944297870835163</id><published>2010-10-23T17:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T17:51:19.756-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-23T17:51:19.756-07:00</app:edited><title>Star warred</title><summary>Star warred Originally uploaded by mskatI am not sure if I'm ready for Noah to get into Star Wars, but we watched 7 minutes of Empire Strikes Back so his At-At shirt would make more sense.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/8849944297870835163/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906638443162956166&amp;postID=8849944297870835163" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/8849944297870835163?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/8849944297870835163?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/2010/10/star-warred.html" title="Star warred" /><author><name>badmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03939746231408328938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bDUQTbqcrE/SHE7xDdtIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ef_LSz2wFRU/s1600-R/2640498557_4e5bf1cea3_m.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1058/5106980357_2a5a296ebf_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQAQ3s6cSp7ImA9Wx5UFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906638443162956166.post-2112136678689691491</id><published>2010-10-18T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T21:42:22.519-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-18T21:42:22.519-07:00</app:edited><title>Fine.</title><summary>Yes, it's been almost a year. Time to post again?Think of this like those holiday letters people send:Since last year...Noah has started preschool, been almost potty trained and learned how to talk incessantly from sun up until we can get him to sleep.The biggest changes are with Grace. She's HOME!  She gets home made food blended for her so no more formula. She's almost walking. She knows how to</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/2112136678689691491/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906638443162956166&amp;postID=2112136678689691491" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/2112136678689691491?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/2112136678689691491?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/2010/10/fine.html" title="Fine." /><author><name>badmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03939746231408328938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bDUQTbqcrE/SHE7xDdtIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ef_LSz2wFRU/s1600-R/2640498557_4e5bf1cea3_m.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUCRno_fip7ImA9WxNbGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906638443162956166.post-1831686176181815304</id><published>2009-11-21T19:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T19:24:27.446-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-21T19:24:27.446-08:00</app:edited><title>Mom is encouraging him</title><summary>Mom is encouraging him Originally uploaded by mskatNoah tried ice skating for the first time. It was  a hit, even if he didn't do very well.</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/feeds/1831686176181815304/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5906638443162956166&amp;postID=1831686176181815304" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/1831686176181815304?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5906638443162956166/posts/default/1831686176181815304?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://badmommynobiscuit.blogspot.com/2009/11/mom-is-encouraging-him.html" title="Mom is encouraging him" /><author><name>badmommy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03939746231408328938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bDUQTbqcrE/SHE7xDdtIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ef_LSz2wFRU/s1600-R/2640498557_4e5bf1cea3_m.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2732/4123765818_7c35abd9fe_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEFRHs-fip7ImA9WxJWEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5906638443162956166.post-1838814838823721023</id><published>2009-06-14T19:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T19:56:55.556-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-14T19:56:55.556-07:00</app:edited><title>Monkeys Jumping on the Bed</title><summary>    Monkeys Jumping on the BedOriginally uploaded by mskatWe're in a big language acquisition spurt. 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="http://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>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bDUQTbqcrE/SHE7xDdtIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ef_LSz2wFRU/s1600-R/2640498557_4e5bf1cea3_m.jpg" /></author><thr:total>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="http://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>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bDUQTbqcrE/SHE7xDdtIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ef_LSz2wFRU/s1600-R/2640498557_4e5bf1cea3_m.jpg" /></author><thr:total>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="http://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>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bDUQTbqcrE/SHE7xDdtIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ef_LSz2wFRU/s1600-R/2640498557_4e5bf1cea3_m.jpg" /></author><thr:total>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="http://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>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bDUQTbqcrE/SHE7xDdtIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ef_LSz2wFRU/s1600-R/2640498557_4e5bf1cea3_m.jpg" /></author><thr:total>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="http://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>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bDUQTbqcrE/SHE7xDdtIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ef_LSz2wFRU/s1600-R/2640498557_4e5bf1cea3_m.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3097/3137483718_048db2f1c1_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>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="http://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>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bDUQTbqcrE/SHE7xDdtIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ef_LSz2wFRU/s1600-R/2640498557_4e5bf1cea3_m.jpg" /></author><thr:total>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="http://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>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bDUQTbqcrE/SHE7xDdtIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ef_LSz2wFRU/s1600-R/2640498557_4e5bf1cea3_m.jpg" /></author><thr:total>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="http://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>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bDUQTbqcrE/SHE7xDdtIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ef_LSz2wFRU/s1600-R/2640498557_4e5bf1cea3_m.jpg" /></author><thr:total>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="http://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>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bDUQTbqcrE/SHE7xDdtIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ef_LSz2wFRU/s1600-R/2640498557_4e5bf1cea3_m.jpg" /></author><thr:total>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="http://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>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bDUQTbqcrE/SHE7xDdtIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ef_LSz2wFRU/s1600-R/2640498557_4e5bf1cea3_m.jpg" /></author><thr:total>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="http://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>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="21" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_3bDUQTbqcrE/SHE7xDdtIBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Ef_LSz2wFRU/s1600-R/2640498557_4e5bf1cea3_m.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3139/2877802440_f62cbfbfd1_t.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>

