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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQHRXg_fyp7ImA9WhRUF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529886485068459175</id><updated>2012-01-27T14:45:34.647-08:00</updated><category term="animals" /><category term="singing" /><category term="facial expressions" /><category term="toilet training" /><category term="funny" /><category term="video games" /><category term="winter fun" /><category term="books" /><category term="Family" /><category term="Jeff" /><category term="music" /><category term="environment" /><category term="museum" /><category term="fashion" /><category term="easter" /><category term="parks" /><category term="Ottawa" /><category term="sleeping" /><category term="birthdays" /><category term="travel" /><category term="baby" /><category term="Thomas  the Tank Engine" /><category term="favourites" /><category term="grandparents" /><category term="Halloween" /><category term="video" /><category term="costumes" /><category term="potty training" /><category term="entertaining" /><category term="blogging" /><category term="Disney" /><category term="zachary" /><category term="work" /><category term="cars" /><category term="growing up" /><title>OKbabybear</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://okbabybear.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://okbabybear.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529886485068459175/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>OKbabybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425203303940194281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/Okbabybear" /><feedburner:info uri="okbabybear" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>Okbabybear</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAARXw8eyp7ImA9WxRWGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529886485068459175.post-6381794925034065753</id><published>2008-11-04T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:12:24.273-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-04T09:12:24.273-08:00</app:edited><title>Closing the Blog</title><summary type="html">I can no longer handle running two blogs... with two kids, and being the person responsible for cleaning and cooking (since I am not working:) ) I have zero time to keep up both blogs.But, instead of getting out of "mommy blogging" completely I am joining my two loves together - marketing and my kids. No I am not going to try and market my kids...But I will blog about both on my other blog MEGO &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Okbabybear/~4/Il0zqT3kjuM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://okbabybear.blogspot.com/feeds/6381794925034065753/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529886485068459175&amp;postID=6381794925034065753" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529886485068459175/posts/default/6381794925034065753?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529886485068459175/posts/default/6381794925034065753?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Okbabybear/~3/Il0zqT3kjuM/closing-blog.html" title="Closing the Blog" /><author><name>OKbabybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425203303940194281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://okbabybear.blogspot.com/2008/11/closing-blog.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QDRn87cCp7ImA9WxRSFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529886485068459175.post-8711648138187568523</id><published>2008-09-14T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T18:16:17.108-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-14T18:16:17.108-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="video games" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funny" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baby" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="zachary" /><title>Multi-Tasking Dad</title><summary type="html">   This is how my husband deals when I go to the grocery store. One child has bottle stuffed in mouth, the other sits on dad's lap. And, in my husbands right hand...well that is a Wii Remote.   &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Okbabybear/~4/m8nSQuCPbaM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://okbabybear.blogspot.com/feeds/8711648138187568523/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529886485068459175&amp;postID=8711648138187568523" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529886485068459175/posts/default/8711648138187568523?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529886485068459175/posts/default/8711648138187568523?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Okbabybear/~3/m8nSQuCPbaM/multi-tasking-dad.html" title="Multi-Tasking Dad" /><author><name>OKbabybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425203303940194281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh3.ggpht.com/mkostya76/SM23X2ki7ZI/AAAAAAAAAPA/KArFtnLwFNg/s72-c/greatdad_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://okbabybear.blogspot.com/2008/09/multi-tasking-dad.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcFRHc9eSp7ImA9WxRSEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529886485068459175.post-7463444618621984540</id><published>2008-09-09T16:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T16:30:15.961-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-09T16:30:15.961-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="potty training" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Disney" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="travel" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="toilet training" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funny" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fashion" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="grandparents" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baby" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="entertaining" /><title>Kids say the funniest things...</title><summary type="html">   Kids say and do the cutest things. I try and make a point of writing the really "good" ones down.  I know I have forgotten quite a few, but here are some that did make it to paper (or rather to Google Docs!)           No Storks, Just go to Florida  In April we went to Florida to visit with Owen's grandparents. At the time I was five month pregnant. Two months later Owen was still talking about&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Okbabybear/~4/AHddei3HKa8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://okbabybear.blogspot.com/feeds/7463444618621984540/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529886485068459175&amp;postID=7463444618621984540" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529886485068459175/posts/default/7463444618621984540?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529886485068459175/posts/default/7463444618621984540?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Okbabybear/~3/AHddei3HKa8/kids-say-funniest-things.html" title="Kids say the funniest things..." /><author><name>OKbabybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425203303940194281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh6.ggpht.com/mkostya76/SMcHBmqEXLI/AAAAAAAAAO4/hMJHD1nPxbM/s72-c/IMG_0527_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://okbabybear.blogspot.com/2008/09/kids-say-funniest-things.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkAAQXkzfyp7ImA9WxdaGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529886485068459175.post-8565732496964581202</id><published>2008-08-27T10:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T06:39:00.787-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-28T06:39:00.787-07:00</app:edited><title>Baby! Baby!</title><summary type="html">Originally posted on MEGOagain   I am embarrassed to see that it has been one month since my last post. I could once again list my excuses:     Still haven't found an option to Live Writer (ahem...haven't attempted again to set up the two solutions suggested to me after my last post!)     Up until August 11, I was tired due to pregnancy     After August 11, I was tired due to new baby    Or I &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Okbabybear/~4/QByJRrMUSJk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://okbabybear.blogspot.com/feeds/8565732496964581202/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529886485068459175&amp;postID=8565732496964581202" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529886485068459175/posts/default/8565732496964581202?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529886485068459175/posts/default/8565732496964581202?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Okbabybear/~3/QByJRrMUSJk/baby-baby.html" title="Baby! Baby!" /><author><name>OKbabybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425203303940194281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh5.ggpht.com/mkostya76/SLWPkakO1nI/AAAAAAAAAOY/Zwwn0LsTZF0/s72-c/birth1-4208%20copy_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://okbabybear.blogspot.com/2008/08/baby-baby.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEAARHgyeyp7ImA9WxdQEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529886485068459175.post-5803762574974713691</id><published>2008-06-11T16:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T16:25:45.693-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-11T16:25:45.693-07:00</app:edited><title>Family Photos</title><summary type="html">   We bought a new camera a few weeks ago...finally. Our old one was three years old (we got it just before Owen was born). It had been through Marine Land (splashed by Whales), beach trips (sand in the lens and grooves) and more. It still works, but it was starting the literally fall apart.   As usual we decided on a Canon. We researched others, but we came back to the PowerShot. It is our third&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Okbabybear/~4/n9YzIAdlCT0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://okbabybear.blogspot.com/feeds/5803762574974713691/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529886485068459175&amp;postID=5803762574974713691" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529886485068459175/posts/default/5803762574974713691?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529886485068459175/posts/default/5803762574974713691?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Okbabybear/~3/n9YzIAdlCT0/family-photos.html" title="Family Photos" /><author><name>OKbabybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425203303940194281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh6.ggpht.com/mkostya76/SFBe7-Q-7tI/AAAAAAAAAOI/na5wgAibfSA/s72-c/family_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://okbabybear.blogspot.com/2008/06/family-photos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEABSXg8eyp7ImA9WxdRGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529886485068459175.post-1120162459672188549</id><published>2008-06-07T05:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T05:45:58.673-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-07T05:45:58.673-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="birthdays" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="costumes" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="entertaining" /><title>Birthday Fun</title><summary type="html">   Two weekends ago Bear turned 3!   I have been a bit slow getting around to posting some pics to the great event.  We decided to do a "Construction" themed party for him since he loves trucks, and helping his dad with "work" around the house.  We got hard hats from a party store, tool belts from the dollar store, and donated some money to Rona's social committee in order to get some L'il Hammer&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Okbabybear/~4/jIymQsQ3DHA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://okbabybear.blogspot.com/feeds/1120162459672188549/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529886485068459175&amp;postID=1120162459672188549" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529886485068459175/posts/default/1120162459672188549?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529886485068459175/posts/default/1120162459672188549?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Okbabybear/~3/jIymQsQ3DHA/birthday-fun.html" title="Birthday Fun" /><author><name>OKbabybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425203303940194281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh5.ggpht.com/mkostya76/SEqCcFuSFvI/AAAAAAAAANY/nz1iwbVuwe4/s72-c/workersatparty_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://okbabybear.blogspot.com/2008/06/birthday-fun.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8BSX88fSp7ImA9WxdSEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529886485068459175.post-56976266276546271</id><published>2008-05-19T18:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T18:44:18.175-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-19T18:44:18.175-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="birthdays" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="growing up" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funny" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="animals" /><title>Birthday Wishes</title><summary type="html">   Bear's b-day is on Thursday. The big numero "3".  And, what does he want for his birthday? Asked numerous times...this is the answer we get:  " A Lion, a Zebra and a Hippopotamus"  &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Okbabybear/~4/hte3AZxe2dA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://okbabybear.blogspot.com/feeds/56976266276546271/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529886485068459175&amp;postID=56976266276546271" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529886485068459175/posts/default/56976266276546271?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529886485068459175/posts/default/56976266276546271?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Okbabybear/~3/hte3AZxe2dA/birthday-wishes.html" title="Birthday Wishes" /><author><name>OKbabybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425203303940194281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://okbabybear.blogspot.com/2008/05/birthday-wishes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AGQHY5eyp7ImA9WxdTFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529886485068459175.post-9015154130112239626</id><published>2008-05-11T05:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T05:42:01.823-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-11T05:42:01.823-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="potty training" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="toilet training" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="grandparents" /><title>Happy (?) Mother's Day</title><summary type="html">Happy Mother's Day to me.....  - Bear woke up at 6:15   - With a poop in his diaper...and down his leg    - Hubbie worked last night - so he is asleep now        Thank goodness my Bear is so worth it.      Happy Mother's Day to my mom...who is likely amused at my troubles.   &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Okbabybear/~4/3Np52lkCJa8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://okbabybear.blogspot.com/feeds/9015154130112239626/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529886485068459175&amp;postID=9015154130112239626" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529886485068459175/posts/default/9015154130112239626?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529886485068459175/posts/default/9015154130112239626?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Okbabybear/~3/3Np52lkCJa8/happy-mother-day.html" title="Happy (?) Mother&amp;#39;s Day" /><author><name>OKbabybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425203303940194281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh3.ggpht.com/mkostya76/SCbpmUqLVsI/AAAAAAAAANM/w2DvBXpEIFc/s72-c/IMG_4469-Mich-Owen-_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://okbabybear.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mother-day.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEBR3g7eSp7ImA9WxdTFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529886485068459175.post-7645569492765555276</id><published>2008-05-10T05:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T05:30:56.601-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-10T05:30:56.601-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="work" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blogging" /><title>Having Two Blogs</title><summary type="html">Is a lot of work.  I wonder what would happen if I talked about Bear on my Marketing blog. Do you think anyone would mind? Or, perhaps I could talk about Marketing on this blog...would you, my readers, be bored? Perhaps your Eyes Would Glaze Over?  I should simply find the time...but with a "almost" three year old, and work, and reading, and shopping...how can I possibly write two blogs?  And, &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Okbabybear/~4/oFIuAASmP6w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://okbabybear.blogspot.com/feeds/7645569492765555276/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529886485068459175&amp;postID=7645569492765555276" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529886485068459175/posts/default/7645569492765555276?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529886485068459175/posts/default/7645569492765555276?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Okbabybear/~3/oFIuAASmP6w/having-two-blogs.html" title="Having Two Blogs" /><author><name>OKbabybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425203303940194281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://okbabybear.blogspot.com/2008/05/having-two-blogs.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MGRXgzeCp7ImA9WxZaGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529886485068459175.post-3859239779236464966</id><published>2008-05-04T18:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T18:37:04.680-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-04T18:37:04.680-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Disney" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="travel" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="grandparents" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="entertaining" /><title>Disney Magic</title><summary type="html">Technorati Tags: disney,vacation,florida,mickey mouse,branding  I have been away from blogging on both blogs for about two weeks now. One week due to a holiday to Florida, and the second week due to computer exhaustion as I had over 230 emails to read at work alone.   My first blog post after my break is going to be shared between Okbabybear and MEGO due to the subject being about our vacation &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Okbabybear/~4/ZO-5VsHtiQU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://okbabybear.blogspot.com/feeds/3859239779236464966/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529886485068459175&amp;postID=3859239779236464966" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529886485068459175/posts/default/3859239779236464966?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529886485068459175/posts/default/3859239779236464966?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Okbabybear/~3/ZO-5VsHtiQU/disney-magic.html" title="Disney Magic" /><author><name>OKbabybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425203303940194281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh6.ggpht.com/mkostya76/SB5kvCIXK3I/AAAAAAAAAMo/SHIRz-fqIPQ/s72-c/IMG_4486-Owen-Pluto_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://okbabybear.blogspot.com/2008/05/disney-magic.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUIDRXszeyp7ImA9WxZUE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529886485068459175.post-340179726263543585</id><published>2008-04-05T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T05:12:54.583-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-05T05:12:54.583-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="toilet training" /><title>A Great Way to Wake Up</title><summary type="html">You may recall a few weeks ago we had an incident in the morning with regards to the toilet training.  Due to that, I wasn't thrilled at 7:30 this morning when Bear shuffled into the bedroom and said "I pooped".In fact, my first thoughts were1) Oh no2) There is going to be poop everywhere3) Another dirty diaper first thing in the morning, what fun!As I was pulling myself out of bed, he called &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Okbabybear/~4/gPADwgxU8AY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://okbabybear.blogspot.com/feeds/340179726263543585/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529886485068459175&amp;postID=340179726263543585" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529886485068459175/posts/default/340179726263543585?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529886485068459175/posts/default/340179726263543585?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Okbabybear/~3/gPADwgxU8AY/great-way-to-wake-up.html" title="A Great Way to Wake Up" /><author><name>OKbabybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425203303940194281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://okbabybear.blogspot.com/2008/04/great-way-to-wake-up.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08AQngzfSp7ImA9WxZUEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529886485068459175.post-1191534621195939101</id><published>2008-04-02T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T19:04:03.685-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-01T19:04:03.685-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="growing up" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sleeping" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="books" /><title>Sound Sleeping</title><summary type="html">                                           When Owen was four or five months he stopped sleeping through the night.  Not that he ever slept "completely" through the night.  The first two months he woke up frequently to nurse, and then for the following two months he would sleep for four or five hour stints.  So when at four or five months he started waking up every hour or two, we were distraught&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Okbabybear/~4/19AtX4pGTe4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://okbabybear.blogspot.com/feeds/1191534621195939101/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529886485068459175&amp;postID=1191534621195939101" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529886485068459175/posts/default/1191534621195939101?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529886485068459175/posts/default/1191534621195939101?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Okbabybear/~3/19AtX4pGTe4/sound-sleeping.html" title="Sound Sleeping" /><author><name>OKbabybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425203303940194281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://okbabybear.blogspot.com/2008/04/sound-sleeping.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYFQHw6eip7ImA9WxZVGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529886485068459175.post-3465184495048728807</id><published>2008-03-30T12:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T12:41:51.212-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-03-30T12:41:51.212-07:00</app:edited><title>Earth Hour in Toronto</title><summary type="html">     Apparently residents of Toronto got into Earth Hour. Check out these Pictures courtesy of WWF on Flickr (Creative Commons license):                                                           &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Okbabybear/~4/wXaN1vd6iVI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://okbabybear.blogspot.com/feeds/3465184495048728807/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529886485068459175&amp;postID=3465184495048728807" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529886485068459175/posts/default/3465184495048728807?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529886485068459175/posts/default/3465184495048728807?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Okbabybear/~3/wXaN1vd6iVI/earth-hour-in-toronto.html" title="Earth Hour in Toronto" /><author><name>OKbabybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425203303940194281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://okbabybear.blogspot.com/2008/03/earth-hour-in-toronto.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8NQX8zeCp7ImA9WxZVF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529886485068459175.post-3558240158008015036</id><published>2008-03-28T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T06:28:10.180-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-03-28T06:28:10.180-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="travel" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="grandparents" /><title>Disney Countdown!</title><summary type="html">In a few weeks we take Owie-Bear to see Mickey Mouse! Since Play House Disney started broadcasting in Canada he has been hooked on Mickey Mouse's Playhouse.Miska Mooshka Mickey Mouse!We made the mistake of telling Owen we were going to see Mickey - back in December or January and because of that his little two year old brain thinks that every day is THE DAY!"Going to see Mickey Mouse today? Miska&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Okbabybear/~4/uVVjWaOyA9U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://okbabybear.blogspot.com/feeds/3558240158008015036/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529886485068459175&amp;postID=3558240158008015036" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529886485068459175/posts/default/3558240158008015036?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529886485068459175/posts/default/3558240158008015036?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Okbabybear/~3/uVVjWaOyA9U/disney-countdown.html" title="Disney Countdown!" /><author><name>OKbabybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425203303940194281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBPNbFqqZpE/R-ztJcUvOEI/AAAAAAAAAKE/8P3chCjw1N0/s72-c/mickey.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://okbabybear.blogspot.com/2008/03/disney-countdown.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYBRXo_fCp7ImA9WxZVF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529886485068459175.post-8464419073964437336</id><published>2008-03-27T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T07:55:54.444-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-03-28T07:55:54.444-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="environment" /><title>Wal-Mart Canada Supports Earth Hour</title><summary type="html">I wrote a post few days ago about Earth Hour. I just received a release through CanWire that Wal-Mart Canada announced today that it is reducing its store lighting in support of Earth Hour, a global event organized by the World Wildlife Federation to raise awareness of climate change. While this is great news!  What about the other days (and hours) of the year? What is Wal-mart doing to help the &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Okbabybear/~4/CcVIwfNMeBE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://okbabybear.blogspot.com/feeds/8464419073964437336/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529886485068459175&amp;postID=8464419073964437336" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529886485068459175/posts/default/8464419073964437336?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529886485068459175/posts/default/8464419073964437336?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Okbabybear/~3/CcVIwfNMeBE/wal-mart-canada-supports-earth-hour.html" title="Wal-Mart Canada Supports Earth Hour" /><author><name>OKbabybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425203303940194281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://okbabybear.blogspot.com/2008/03/wal-mart-canada-supports-earth-hour.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IAQ3g4eSp7ImA9WxZVFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529886485068459175.post-305344710598680455</id><published>2008-03-25T18:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T05:45:42.631-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-03-26T05:45:42.631-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blogging" /><title>Blog Plunder</title><summary type="html">So I am reading Twitter posts by the people I follow last evening and I notice Queen of Spain says:     If we're all our own f'ing brands now how in the HELL do I control that when ANYONE can take my shit &amp;amp; post it like I freaking WORK for them about 1 hour ago from web    I am intrigued...so I go back and read the trail of conversation. Here is the gist of what I uncover.   *dramatic pause...  &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Okbabybear/~4/GxMDculUsVo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://okbabybear.blogspot.com/feeds/305344710598680455/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529886485068459175&amp;postID=305344710598680455" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529886485068459175/posts/default/305344710598680455?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529886485068459175/posts/default/305344710598680455?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Okbabybear/~3/GxMDculUsVo/blog-plunder.html" title="Blog Plunder" /><author><name>OKbabybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425203303940194281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://okbabybear.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-plunder.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cESHg6eyp7ImA9WxZVE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529886485068459175.post-2708096594173317387</id><published>2008-03-24T14:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T14:43:29.613-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-03-24T14:43:29.613-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baby" /><title>Classy Baby: Functional and Fantastic</title><summary type="html">I went with my friend to the Safety Superstore, a fantastic store for parents of young-ones, and rather dangerous store for a pregnant mom.   I already have three strollers (a Graco Travel System, a wonderful MacLaren, and a Joovy Sit 'n Stand), two varieties of high chairs plus a Bumbo chair, a play-yard, bouncy chair, diaper bag, three different baby carriers, two car seats, and a play-mat for &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Okbabybear/~4/qpLDhwFLgAs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://okbabybear.blogspot.com/feeds/2708096594173317387/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529886485068459175&amp;postID=2708096594173317387" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529886485068459175/posts/default/2708096594173317387?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529886485068459175/posts/default/2708096594173317387?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Okbabybear/~3/qpLDhwFLgAs/classy-baby.html" title="Classy Baby: Functional and Fantastic" /><author><name>OKbabybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425203303940194281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://okbabybear.blogspot.com/2008/03/classy-baby.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUCRnY5fCp7ImA9WxZVEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529886485068459175.post-6533059323030667244</id><published>2008-03-23T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T10:44:27.824-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-03-23T10:44:27.824-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="video" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="easter" /><title>Getting the Sugar Out</title><summary type="html">     &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Okbabybear/~4/5ET3vAv3gZo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://okbabybear.blogspot.com/feeds/6533059323030667244/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529886485068459175&amp;postID=6533059323030667244" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529886485068459175/posts/default/6533059323030667244?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529886485068459175/posts/default/6533059323030667244?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Okbabybear/~3/5ET3vAv3gZo/getting-sugar-out.html" title="Getting the Sugar Out" /><author><name>OKbabybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425203303940194281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://okbabybear.blogspot.com/2008/03/getting-sugar-out.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQCQ3Y6fCp7ImA9WxZVEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529886485068459175.post-7877959562244387359</id><published>2008-03-23T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T10:29:22.814-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-03-23T10:29:22.814-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="easter" /><title>Egg Anyone?</title><summary type="html">Owen spent the morning search for eggs that they Easter Bunny had left him. I do however, suspect that at least a few have been left hidden - and I will happily eat those later.Egg anyone? Because I don't need them all..&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Okbabybear/~4/7678Lmz5txE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://okbabybear.blogspot.com/feeds/7877959562244387359/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529886485068459175&amp;postID=7877959562244387359" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529886485068459175/posts/default/7877959562244387359?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529886485068459175/posts/default/7877959562244387359?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Okbabybear/~3/7678Lmz5txE/egg-anyone.html" title="Egg Anyone?" /><author><name>OKbabybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425203303940194281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_OBPNbFqqZpE/R-aTMMUvN8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/o8PUrpse6JY/s72-c/easter.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://okbabybear.blogspot.com/2008/03/egg-anyone.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkcERHo8fyp7ImA9WxZVEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529886485068459175.post-2673971306197601388</id><published>2008-03-21T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T15:53:25.477-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-03-21T15:53:25.477-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="environment" /><title>Earth Hour - Pass it along</title><summary type="html">I am going to be a bit of a copy-cat and borrow a topic from Mom on the Run who just recently wrote a post about Earth Hour.Created to take a stand against the greatest threat our planet has ever faced, Earth Hour uses the simple action of turning off the lights for one hour to deliver a powerful message about the need for action on global warming.    This simple act has captured the hearts and &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Okbabybear/~4/VzR2Mp00gFw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://okbabybear.blogspot.com/feeds/2673971306197601388/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529886485068459175&amp;postID=2673971306197601388" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529886485068459175/posts/default/2673971306197601388?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529886485068459175/posts/default/2673971306197601388?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Okbabybear/~3/VzR2Mp00gFw/earth-hour-pass-it-along.html" title="Earth Hour - Pass it along" /><author><name>OKbabybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425203303940194281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://okbabybear.blogspot.com/2008/03/earth-hour-pass-it-along.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0MMSXc4fip7ImA9WxZVEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529886485068459175.post-644856624401785529</id><published>2008-03-21T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T13:31:28.936-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-03-21T13:31:28.936-07:00</app:edited><title>A Mom's Dream</title><summary type="html">I love my son, and I love my husband. But some days I dream of a day all to myself.  One where I can sleep in, really sleep in - not with one eye on the door waiting for the barrage of "mommy, where's Lightning McQueen." and "Wake-up time mommy!".  Or the guaranteed guilt if I stay in bed and hear from downstairs the sound of crying, screeching or even laughter - that I am not involved and &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Okbabybear/~4/UGF29Y59boA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://okbabybear.blogspot.com/feeds/644856624401785529/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529886485068459175&amp;postID=644856624401785529" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529886485068459175/posts/default/644856624401785529?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529886485068459175/posts/default/644856624401785529?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Okbabybear/~3/UGF29Y59boA/moms-dream.html" title="A Mom's Dream" /><author><name>OKbabybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425203303940194281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://okbabybear.blogspot.com/2008/03/moms-dream.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMHSX84cSp7ImA9WxZVEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529886485068459175.post-8756105242099744414</id><published>2008-03-20T05:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T05:33:58.139-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-03-20T05:33:58.139-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sleeping" /><title>Freaky Chucky Child</title><summary type="html">Is it just my kid who does this?Middle of the night, tip-toes into your room. Makes no sound. Then stands at the side of the bed staring at you. Until of course you wake up screaming.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Okbabybear/~4/iCac5a9VWVE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://okbabybear.blogspot.com/feeds/8756105242099744414/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529886485068459175&amp;postID=8756105242099744414" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529886485068459175/posts/default/8756105242099744414?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529886485068459175/posts/default/8756105242099744414?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Okbabybear/~3/iCac5a9VWVE/freaky-chucky-child.html" title="Freaky Chucky Child" /><author><name>OKbabybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425203303940194281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://okbabybear.blogspot.com/2008/03/freaky-chucky-child.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0AGQHszeSp7ImA9WxZVEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529886485068459175.post-4395987784997334902</id><published>2008-03-19T17:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T05:22:01.581-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-03-20T05:22:01.581-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="grandparents" /><title>Country Boy</title><summary type="html">Not sure how, but it seems that my three-year old son, likes country music. It can't come naturally because neither my husband or I are BIG country fans.I have rather eclectic taste, thanks to my parents who seem rather schizophrenic in their music taste (my mom swung from 50s pop to country, to American Idol Pop to Bon Jovi in a matter of my lifetime; and my father has records (literally) from &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Okbabybear/~4/XB1rwfB4DHE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://okbabybear.blogspot.com/feeds/4395987784997334902/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529886485068459175&amp;postID=4395987784997334902" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529886485068459175/posts/default/4395987784997334902?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529886485068459175/posts/default/4395987784997334902?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Okbabybear/~3/XB1rwfB4DHE/country-boy.html" title="Country Boy" /><author><name>OKbabybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425203303940194281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://okbabybear.blogspot.com/2008/03/country-boy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UARnc9cSp7ImA9WxZWGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529886485068459175.post-5605357638039528580</id><published>2008-03-18T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T17:07:27.969-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-03-18T17:07:27.969-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funny" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baby" /><title>Frosty the Snowman</title><summary type="html">An odd title this time of year.Perhaps not this year if you live in Canada where we have had an unbelievable amount of snow.  I have a four foot tree in my front yard that is just peering out of the snow.However, this isn't about your favourite ice creature. This is a plea for good baby names! Currently, I have one suggestion from Mom on the Run to name him Hunter.  We have pondered over the name&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Okbabybear/~4/LToA3Aj2ZrE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://okbabybear.blogspot.com/feeds/5605357638039528580/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529886485068459175&amp;postID=5605357638039528580" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529886485068459175/posts/default/5605357638039528580?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529886485068459175/posts/default/5605357638039528580?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Okbabybear/~3/LToA3Aj2ZrE/frosty-snowman.html" title="Frosty the Snowman" /><author><name>OKbabybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425203303940194281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OBPNbFqqZpE/R-BYuGhbcsI/AAAAAAAAAH4/BeJglhdRrEk/s72-c/Frosty.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://okbabybear.blogspot.com/2008/03/frosty-snowman.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUFSHkyeip7ImA9WxZWF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5529886485068459175.post-4737017590465092847</id><published>2008-03-17T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T10:50:19.792-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-03-17T10:50:19.792-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baby" /><title>So Baby Number Two is a...</title><summary type="html">Can you tell?It's a boy!Baby name suggestions accepted in the comments...!&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Okbabybear/~4/H6nJoDXRUlA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://okbabybear.blogspot.com/feeds/4737017590465092847/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5529886485068459175&amp;postID=4737017590465092847" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529886485068459175/posts/default/4737017590465092847?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5529886485068459175/posts/default/4737017590465092847?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Okbabybear/~3/H6nJoDXRUlA/so-baby-number-two-is.html" title="So Baby Number Two is a..." /><author><name>OKbabybear</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02425203303940194281</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OBPNbFqqZpE/R96ow2hbcrI/AAAAAAAAAHw/MJ0XYkbNdGE/s72-c/baby.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://okbabybear.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-baby-number-two-is.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

