<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7523088126397209911</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 25 Oct 2024 03:39:02 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>milestones</category><category>funny stories</category><category>check-ups</category><category>trips</category><category>Ethan</category><category>affection</category><category>baby gear</category><category>doctor visits</category><category>finger sucking</category><category>friends</category><category>holidays</category><category>outfits</category><category>peek a boo</category><category>pictures</category><category>sleep deprivation</category><category>videos</category><title>rachel elizabeth</title><description>&lt;a href=&quot;http://lilypie.com&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://b2.lilypie.com/YAMKm4.png&quot; alt=&quot;Lilypie 2nd Birthday Ticker&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://rachelstory.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7523088126397209911.post-8532920521512387815</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Dec 2008 21:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-16T16:04:53.406-05:00</atom:updated><title>ER Visit</title><atom:summary type="text">We chalked up Rachel&#39;s second ER visit today. She decided to try walking down the steps like a big girl. That didn&#39;t work out all that well for her. Nothing was seriously wrong--just bumps and bruises--but she DID NOT like the doctor (who was sooo sweet) or the x-rays. Hopefully, she&#39;s not on Ethan&#39;s trend of one ER visit per year!</atom:summary><link>http://rachelstory.blogspot.com/2008/12/er-visit.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7523088126397209911.post-190100066560134881</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Sep 2008 13:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-19T08:56:40.689-05:00</atom:updated><title>The Attitude</title><atom:summary type="text">While I&#39;ve been busy reading everyone else&#39;s blogs I&#39;ve been ignoring my very own! I&#39;ll try to do the best I can to bring you up-to-speed on our &quot;little&quot; bundle of &quot;joy&quot;.Rachel, well she&#39;s her own woman these days. Remember that high pitched scream she was working on a few months ago? Well she&#39;s mastered it and now has amplification behind it. Oh, the joy. She&#39;s just shy of 18 months and is doing</atom:summary><link>http://rachelstory.blogspot.com/2008/09/attitude.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7523088126397209911.post-4255401672164958957</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Apr 2008 02:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-01T22:15:35.925-05:00</atom:updated><title>Happy birthday!</title><atom:summary type="text">First, I&#39;ll blame the lack of posting on the fact that our camera cable has gone bye-bye. I just had little motivation to post without pictures. Thanks to Rachel&#39;s Aunt Beth, we now have photos so I&#39;ll post. Oh, and today just happens to be a very important day!!!!I really can&#39;t explain how fast this year has gone. I mean, we all like to say &quot;It seems like just yesterday...&quot; but REALLY! it seems </atom:summary><link>http://rachelstory.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRLfTIxeLWMEwRT6zHWWvN_0IbhnyrfTcAil8osoJwsF-yKRYJd7WFw9zkvUEtTomyDghdzXlfdevLNgLlwNPgzzNGJCnBkh9FqXxr5aPBkk8PBbeEERKFMhImrlgGYy_qtf53Mup8-6L0/s72-c/RachelCake.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7523088126397209911.post-3794692731190275640</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Jan 2008 03:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-09T22:49:32.002-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">milestones</category><title>Giving us the finger</title><atom:summary type="text">Merry Christmas! And, Happy New Year&#39;s!Well, since my last post, which was over a month ago, a lot has happened. Surprise, surprise!Rachel is now really crawling and pulling herself up on anything that is greater than 1&quot; off the ground. She can stand up in the middle of the room by herself and lets go of the object she was holding on to and will stand alone for a little while. But, her &quot;sea legs&quot;</atom:summary><link>http://rachelstory.blogspot.com/2008/01/giving-us-finger.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7523088126397209911.post-5744025486182290286</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Dec 2007 14:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-07T10:01:05.640-05:00</atom:updated><title>Merry Christmas</title><atom:summary type="text">Click here for our Christmas card ;)</atom:summary><link>http://rachelstory.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7523088126397209911.post-8677360175925108337</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Dec 2007 04:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-06T00:16:13.832-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">milestones</category><title>Glass Half Empty</title><atom:summary type="text">Rachel is great. Really, she is. She&#39;s doing all the wonderful things babies at her age do if not more (remember, my children are extremely advanced. They are. Just ask me :) )Butttt...there is one thing that she hasn&#39;t done that is preoccupying 90 percent of my effort. That&#39;s right. She hasn&#39;t said &quot;mama&quot; yet. So, maybe it&#39;s self centered. Maybe I carried her for nine months, act like a milking </atom:summary><link>http://rachelstory.blogspot.com/2007/12/glass-half-empty.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7523088126397209911.post-4605759620186842036</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Nov 2007 14:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-11-03T09:30:14.542-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">check-ups</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">milestones</category><title>6, er , 7 month check-up</title><atom:summary type="text">Due to several scheduling snafus, Rachel&#39;s six-month check ended up being at seven months. She&#39;s very healthy, 19lbs, 26.75&quot; and 17.23&quot; head circumference which is the 78th, 53rd and 73rd percentiles. And, someone told me she was &quot;so small&quot; yesterday. I asked if she had ever seen a baby before ;)This month was eventful. She is now sitting very well and able to go from her belly to a sitting </atom:summary><link>http://rachelstory.blogspot.com/2007/11/6-er-7-month-check-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7523088126397209911.post-8946170931268249368</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Oct 2007 22:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-17T17:02:12.501-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">milestones</category><title>So Big</title><atom:summary type="text"></atom:summary><link>http://rachelstory.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-big.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7523088126397209911.post-1726504222466806265</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Oct 2007 21:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-17T16:39:01.156-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny stories</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">milestones</category><title>The missing socks and DaDa</title><atom:summary type="text">I think it&#39;s funny that she actually reacts to my question, &quot;Where&#39;s your socks?&quot; by looking down like, &quot;Gee, I don&#39;t know?!&quot;     </atom:summary><link>http://rachelstory.blogspot.com/2007/10/missing-socks-and-dada.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7523088126397209911.post-2512246587946937751</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Oct 2007 18:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-06T00:29:10.872-05:00</atom:updated><title>Why I Hate My PCP&#39;s Office Staff Part II</title><atom:summary type="text">I showed up for Rachel&#39;s six month appointment at 11 a.m. today only to be told that the appointment is tomorrow at 11 a.m. Now, I have an appointment at 11 tomorrow, which was scheduled after my first OB followup appointment so I know that it has been in my planner forever. 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It&#39;s sad, but I think she&#39;s a prima donna already!See for yourself...     </atom:summary><link>http://rachelstory.blogspot.com/2007/10/bashful.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7523088126397209911.post-4518498133948618350</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Oct 2007 03:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-06T00:17:42.403-05:00</atom:updated><title>Mmm, Mmm, Good</title><atom:summary type="text">The picture to the right is macaronni, tomato and beef dinner. Delicious! *Warning: Once consumed, Macaronni, Tomato and Beef Dinner will cause anything coming out of your baby to smell just like the contents of the jar of baby food* PS: The smell is not exactly what you would call pleasing...</atom:summary><link>http://rachelstory.blogspot.com/2007/10/mmm-mmm-good.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7523088126397209911.post-1733224037518969242</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Oct 2007 02:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-15T21:51:07.876-05:00</atom:updated><title>Unrelated but Pretty!</title><atom:summary type="text">Here&#39;s our view from the dining room. Gotta love all the pollution in the air around here that causes all the colors :)</atom:summary><link>http://rachelstory.blogspot.com/2007/10/unrelated-but-pretty.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh09IwviJrFp_4lieuC7MCRM5dpo3tCLNTqfyqLA77M4cCpCxdeVevP2IRblRKDPOwQvo1x7vDPjgFPJpgSAASqcgbXsTwfSyoE7u2gWGfcghs_XKzww64-3afottxtREwfbjAdHPlFlOJt/s72-c/sunset.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7523088126397209911.post-1587805619139000455</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Oct 2007 02:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-03T21:41:48.462-05:00</atom:updated><title>Words!</title><atom:summary type="text">Well, sort of words. She is saying &quot;da&quot; and &quot;ba&quot; and what sounds a whole heck of a lot like &quot;hi&quot;. All in one day. She slept in today. That must have done it!</atom:summary><link>http://rachelstory.blogspot.com/2007/10/words.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7523088126397209911.post-1462425849906459533</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Oct 2007 18:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-10-02T13:55:49.333-05:00</atom:updated><title>Talking, or whatever you call it</title><atom:summary type="text">Ahhheeee. Agggeeee. Ahhhgh.Yes, the words of a 6-month old. She talks non-stop to anyone and anything. Usually flailing her arms and legs and screaming between &quot;words&quot;.I read online today that a 6-month old should be able to have noticable words &quot;da&quot;, &quot;ma&quot;, &quot;ga&quot;. Though she doesn&#39;t do that quite yet, it&#39;s coming. 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She loves her scooter and &quot;Johnny Jumper&quot; (that&#39;s what they used to call it at least). Ethan would get to the point with the JJ that he would back up until his little tootsies would be barely touching the ground and then he would pick his feet up and SWING!!! She hasn&#39;t figured out she can do that yet but here&#39;s a video of one of </atom:summary><link>http://rachelstory.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-little-tigger.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7523088126397209911.post-3926663065080803157</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Sep 2007 20:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-20T16:56:03.957-05:00</atom:updated><title>The Witchdoctor</title><atom:summary type="text">So, after finding out that it&#39;s a virus and antibiotics will do no good, I turn to alternative medicine...the chiropractor.Ben and I have been going to this chiropractor, who we fondly refer to as &quot;The Witchdoctor&quot;, since we&#39;ve been married. He&#39;s awesome, does great adjustments, provides us with advice and uses some interesting tactics.When I told him that Rachel was sick, he did his &quot;voodoo&quot; </atom:summary><link>http://rachelstory.blogspot.com/2007/09/witchdoctor.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7523088126397209911.post-3478400910078235383</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Sep 2007 19:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-20T15:10:57.525-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">doctor visits</category><title>A No-Win Situation</title><atom:summary type="text">Maybe I&#39;m just a bad mother. Or maybe I have bad luck with pediatricians. But, everytime I seem to call when my kids are sick I am the one who ends up feeling awful. If you don&#39;t call, you feel bad when you finally do call, go in and find out that they have a double ear infection. Then the nurse looks at me like I&#39;m a bad mother. But, I also feel bad when I call and it&#39;s like it&#39;s a complete </atom:summary><link>http://rachelstory.blogspot.com/2007/09/viruses-and-witchdoctor.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7523088126397209911.post-4990589950481625142</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Aug 2007 14:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-28T09:34:02.886-05:00</atom:updated><title>Potty Training</title><atom:summary type="text">Okay, no more diapers. That&#39;s it. We&#39;re done. We&#39;re going to potty train our 5 month old. Ethan, our oldest, was 3 before we potty trained him. So, we&#39;re not messing around with this one. We&#39;re starting early. In fact, we should have started at birth.Okay, yes, I&#39;m kidding. But, you have to check out this article about how parents are potty training their kids from birth. It is common in parts of</atom:summary><link>http://rachelstory.blogspot.com/2007/08/potty-training.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7523088126397209911.post-1085736113302907173</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Aug 2007 15:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-17T10:42:27.595-05:00</atom:updated><title>Asleep at last</title><atom:summary type="text">Ben asked Ethan to hold Rachel while he made a snack for him. 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She&#39;s doing just fine at the 75th, 50th and 90th percentiles. New tricks for this month: in addition to shoving her hands in her mouth, she has also learned how to screech (and no, I don&#39;t mean scream...there is a big difference), how to barrel-roll across the floor though she&#39;s only done it twice, how to sing (in about the same key and</atom:summary><link>http://rachelstory.blogspot.com/2007/08/4-month-check-up.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7523088126397209911.post-95015114697246943</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Aug 2007 20:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-20T14:34:13.964-05:00</atom:updated><title>Raspberries: It&#39;s What Makes Eating Fun</title><atom:summary type="text">Rachel has learned to blow raspberries. She makes them when she&#39;s happy, she makes them when she&#39;s mad, I even think she makes them in her sleep. They&#39;re cute until...she&#39;s eating. She loves to talk while I&#39;m feeding her cereal but now she blows raspberries causing quite a mess.</atom:summary><link>http://rachelstory.blogspot.com/2007/08/raspberries-its-what-makes-eating-fun.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7523088126397209911.post-3749082322270469520</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Jul 2007 20:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-17T10:18:15.519-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">milestones</category><title>Rolling Part II</title><atom:summary type="text">Though I tried to get a video of Rachel starting on her back and rolling to her front, this is the best I could get after running and getting the camera. Then, of course she wouldn&#39;t do it again. 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