<?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-6550650477986930233</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 01 Nov 2024 12:36:53 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>letters to baby</category><category>TV</category><category>daily life</category><category>food</category><category>teen mom</category><category>cooking</category><category>flab to fab</category><category>races</category><category>reviews</category><category>running</category><category>baby products</category><category>feelin pretty</category><category>activities</category><category>applesauce</category><category>arts and crafts</category><category>baby wearing</category><category>beauty</category><category>birthdays</category><category>books</category><category>cake batter pancakes</category><category>christmas commerical</category><category>christmas songs</category><category>cleaning eating</category><category>cosleeping</category><category>dr. suess</category><category>fall</category><category>first birthday</category><category>first post</category><category>fisher price booster</category><category>goals</category><category>green monster</category><category>guster</category><category>homemade baby food</category><category>iron</category><category>little tikes</category><category>makeup</category><category>milestones</category><category>new years</category><category>obsessions</category><category>reading</category><category>resolutions</category><category>sick days</category><category>sleepy wrap</category><category>smoothies</category><category>spring</category><category>target</category><category>toys</category><category>travel</category><category>valentines 2011</category><category>walking</category><category>weight</category><category>welcome</category><category>work</category><title>The Places We Will Go!</title><description>Musings of a Young Mother</description><link>http://the-places-we-will-go.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550650477986930233.post-5323673849352438756</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Jul 2011 21:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-25T17:16:32.185-04:00</atom:updated><title>And the story goes...</title><description>&lt;i&gt;To shed this skin be born again&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;it starts with an ending&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;So thank you friends for the time we shared&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;My love stays with you like sunlight and air&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I truly wish I could keep hanging around here&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;But my joy is covering me. Soon I will disappear...&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;~Method Acting, Bright Eyes&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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That&#39;s right ya&#39;ll I&#39;m leaving or should I say I&#39;ve left. I just feel done with this blog. It doesn&#39;t feel like me anymore. However, if you care about how I plan to lose 35 more pounds or just want to see cute pics of my toddler picking blue berries &lt;a href=&quot;http://healthhappinesskale.blogspot.com/2011/07/connecticut-grown.html&quot;&gt;please click here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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P.S. I still read everyone&#39;s blogs. I just got a new comp this weekend (my screen fell off my old laptop LOL). Anyway, guess that&#39;s it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;</description><link>http://the-places-we-will-go.blogspot.com/2011/07/and-story-goes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550650477986930233.post-7705808574794405112</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Apr 2011 21:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-21T17:36:12.698-04:00</atom:updated><title>I&#39;m Not Dead</title><description>I have been a bad blogger lately but the weather has been so gorgeous and I&#39;m working non stop so there has just been no time. It&#39;s also busy season so I&#39;m going to be working late now. I also have been toying with the idea of starting a new blog. I just don&#39;t feel so happy with this one kinda like it&#39;s not reflective of me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aside from all that I&#39;ve been running around like a mad woman on my days off getting things together for Easter. I took Little Man to see the bunny at the mall last week. The pic is sooo cute. I even found a cute pastel frame to put it in cuz I love it THAT much. Then I got him a few new sippy cups, a shovel, a rake, a watering can, and a bucket from the dollar bins at target. I have to go back and get him a chocolate bunny, the little tikes lawnmower, and a mini magic doodle. Then I will be done. I wanted to fill his basket with things he can use to play with outside since the weather has warmed up. Oh...and I also have to get him an outfit to wear to church with his grandma. (I&#39;m not a big religious person and I volunteered to work that morning anyway).&lt;br /&gt;
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Also I am super addicted to fashion. Before I got pregnant with Little Man, I was hot, skinny (LOL) and loved shopping and putting together outfits. Then I had him and gained soo much weight I dreaded going shopping but now I am pleased to say I&#39;m back to my pre prego weight and I have been hitting the stores like MAD. I have also been back to reading all the fashion blogs and browsing chictopia. It&#39;s super fun! Maybe one day I&#39;ll even be a little daring and post an outfit on here.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway I hope everyone has been doing wonderful and I am going to try and catch up on everyone&#39;s blogs tonight!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;3 Kim</description><link>http://the-places-we-will-go.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-not-dead.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550650477986930233.post-2644669112224541760</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Apr 2011 02:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-04T22:00:12.216-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">spring</category><title>Spring Has Sprung</title><description>&lt;b&gt;Who knew that this would FINALLY melt away&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;And leave us with this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;The beginnings of spring.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;</description><link>http://the-places-we-will-go.blogspot.com/2011/04/spring-has-sprung.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY400Ii_zcjYHqySV4bFHPZN7gUJLWXhGM_LRKeCFAbicOL5_SnOYE3h2rOhLAeYy26mnlUhXr01YZs6vuFXfs4C0pvCHTRL2xV2hKIsSnfdAolyqwH8ra2KVHpPGWvpvbOXv1_JstPyLN/s72-c/CIMG1267.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550650477986930233.post-4839657315586221236</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Apr 2011 20:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-04T16:54:36.038-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">books</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">reading</category><title>I NEED THIS</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51K1mQfpQ2L.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51K1mQfpQ2L.jpg&quot; width=&quot;226&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I NEED THIS! By the end of the week WE WILL have this DVD. I randomly have thoughts about this. Weird? Probably. For some reason I have really vivid memories of this from when I was a child. It just stuck with me especially the Chicken Soup With Rice song. Sipping once, sipping twice, sipping chicken soup with rice!!! My preschool teacher had this on VHS over 20 years ago and I remember being so in love with it. The fact that I still remember the song to Chicken Soup and Mickey floating around naked in the night kitchen. Speaking of that I tried to find a clip from the DVD on youtube and stumbled upon &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LHjnVRVFqyg&quot;&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; video. I don&#39;t remember Mickey hanging all out there like that LOL...oh and HI apparently I&#39;m immature so don&#39;t mind me.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;3 Kim</description><link>http://the-places-we-will-go.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-need-this.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550650477986930233.post-6316079043493288748</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2011 21:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-31T17:09:54.200-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">obsessions</category><title>Current Obsessions</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/03/31/1834.jpg&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/03/31/s_1834.jpg&quot; style=&quot;margin: 5px;&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;1) Floral Prints &lt;/b&gt;- Fun, girly, and remind me of spring...which has been teasing us lately. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;4) Boyfriend Blazers &lt;/b&gt;- &lt;/b&gt;I especially love the ones at H&amp;amp;M. Some people wear jeans and t-shirts at work. Some people wear business casual, some people go all out and have on suits. Some days I like to be in the middle so I throw on a boyfriend blazer, with skinny jeans and pumps. I instantly feel more professional and not like I just woke up and moozied on in. &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;5) Baked Sweet Potato w/ BBQ Baked beans&lt;/b&gt; -&lt;/b&gt; it sounds strange but TRUST me it&#39;s sooo good. Eat it with a side salad or roasted veggies mmmmm! &lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So yeah, nothing really else going on except OMG I feel so much better about life. I loved staying at home with my Little Man but working makes me feel like my old self. Jamming to music in the car, wearing huge shades, and sipping coffee, shopping LOTS OF SHOPPING, wearing cute outfits, being able to write things on the calendar besides playgroups and pedi appointments, . It&#39;s a nice change.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lastly, I got on the scale today. I haven&#39;t been weighing myself or working out I&#39;m too tired. But I plan on starting again since it&#39;s getting nice plus I get so jealous when I&#39;m at work and see all the runners outside running during their lunch break.&lt;b&gt; I AM TWO POUNDS AWAY from my PRE PREGNANCY WEIGHT!!!!&lt;/b&gt; That means I&#39;ve lost a total of &lt;b&gt;17 pounds&lt;/b&gt; since January and a whopping &lt;b&gt;64 pounds &lt;/b&gt;altogether!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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This puts me 17 pounds away from my goal weight and after that I could lose 20-25 pounds but it isn&#39;t that big of a deal anymore for me to weigh the same as I did my first day of college, especially because according to the BMI chart I&#39;d be a point or so away from underweight since I&#39;m tall (5&#39;8). And lets face it I&#39;m not trying to be a super model so who cares.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;3 Kim</description><link>http://the-places-we-will-go.blogspot.com/2011/03/ramblings-of-working-girl.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550650477986930233.post-1632412397480466973</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Mar 2011 15:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-25T11:00:04.240-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">feelin pretty</category><title>Feelin&#39; Pretty Friday</title><description>It&#39;s been awhile since I&#39;ve done a Feelin&#39; Pretty Friday. Don&#39;t worry I haven&#39;t gone back to being frumpy but I have been REALLY busy lately with work stuff, traveling, finding daycare, etc.&lt;br /&gt;
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This week I&#39;m feeling pretty because of John&#39;s Baby Lotion. I rarely use their products on my son (we love California Baby) but I did get some Johnson&#39;s stuff at my shower and kept it. This winter has been AWFUL to my skin unlike any winter I&#39;ve gone through. No matter what lotion I tried nothing worked except Eucerin but that stuff takes 20 minutes to rub in and when you have a kid you definitely don&#39;t have 20 minutes to be rubbing lotion into one spot. That&#39;s where Johnson&#39;s comes in. I stumbled upon a bottle while I was cleaning my closet and decided to give it a try after my shower. I was in love my skin was instantly smoother and felt soft to the touch all day. Seriously, it was like baby skin and it lasted until my next shower! Plus it smells good and rubs in fast. I definitely needed this since the weather has been warming up and the layers are coming off.&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh, and let me just say the baby oil gel is amazing too. I used to use it in college to make my legs glow when I was wearing SUPER SUPER SUPER short skirts!&lt;br /&gt;
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I have lots of things to finish preparing for the birthday dinner but I wanted to quickly blog about today&#39;s breakfast. Little Man and I decided to make Cake batter pancakes via&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.howsweeteats.com/2011/01/cake-batter-pancakes/&quot;&gt; this&lt;/a&gt; recipe.What is not to love about cake batter, pancake, icing, and sprinkles...NOTHING! It is just an awesome combination in THEORY. I had extremely high hopes for these because people on other blogs have raved about them however mine did not turn out how I expected. They were very pretty and looked like the pictures but they didn&#39;t taste great. In fact they were flavorless neither the pancake or cake batter taste came through. I even added more mix. From reading comments on the blog it seems that the type of mix you use makes a big difference. Betty Crocker Super Moist seems to work best so maybe that&#39;s it. We only had a box of Duncan Hines super moist. Oh, well maybe we will try them again one day.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;3 Kim</description><link>http://the-places-we-will-go.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-birthday-mom.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550650477986930233.post-4194978688565355504</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Mar 2011 18:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-22T14:48:41.894-04:00</atom:updated><title>Don&#39;t Call Me Momma</title><description>I have had such a wonderful day today. I felt like an actual person instead of a &quot;mom&quot;. You know what I mean? When you become a mom I honestly think people don&#39;t see you as a real person anymore. Suddenly, you&#39;re being referred to as mommy or momma and conversations usually begin with &quot;how is the baby?&quot; &quot;are you getting sleep?&quot; &quot;how old is the baby?&quot; etc. Well...NO MORE folks. Today I had a name! &lt;br /&gt;
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I needed to get clothes for work so my mom generously funded this little shopping trip. It was fun to getaway by myself. I sat in Starbucks and had a latte, I read a magazine, I tried on many outfits at NY&amp;amp;CO, I rummaged through the chaos of forever 21, and then I roamed the outdoor shopping mall through Old Navy, J.Crew, Anthropologie, Gap etc. I had such a blast just being alone and being myself and not worrying about if a toddler would have a meltdown in the store, if I had enough snacks in my purse, and if I needed to dart home for naptime. It was so wonderful to escape but I truly did miss my Little Man who was waiting in the window for me to return. Such a cute guy and a heart melter! &lt;br /&gt;
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I wrote this post on Saturday but obviously forgot to hit publish. Anyway I may post pics of my finds later but for now I&#39;m going to pick up Little Man&#39;s prescription (still has an ear infection) and check out the new TJ Max that opened up next door to our pharmacy.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;3 Kim</description><link>http://the-places-we-will-go.blogspot.com/2011/03/dont-call-me-momma.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550650477986930233.post-4170822709587520819</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Mar 2011 18:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-19T14:10:38.458-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">travel</category><title>Texas = Happy Belly</title><description>We just got back from our spring break trip last night. Let me just say, I think the plane ride from CT to Texas got longer. We spent 4.5 hours on a plane and it was no joke, especially with a baby. Okay, he&#39;s an angel on the plane but in the terminal that&#39;s a whole other story. When we were getting off the plane some man came up to me and said, &quot;Wow, I didn&#39;t know you were on this flight, your son didn&#39;t make a peep and he was a noisy one at the gate&quot;. Yup, that&#39;s my son running around trying to go up and down the stairs that connect the lower level gates to the food court, climbing up and down the seats, running behind the podium where they take the tickets, and screaming when you try to stop him and tell him no. It was pretty ridiculous. I&#39;m totally glad I had assistance from my mom and sis.&lt;br /&gt;
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Other than that I feel overwhelmed. I have to get my son back on schedule, I have to prepare all my documents to take to work on Monday, I have to go buy clothes for work, I have to figure out if I can fit in clothes I already have. I gained 3 pounds during our trip. I don&#39;t even feel bad about it. I stuffed my face with donuts (hello mom and pop donut shops), I had huge bowls of seafood gumbo, I had REAL Texas barbecue (hello ribs, smoked sausage, and brisket), I had WhatABurger, and I drank more soda than I&#39;ve drank in the past 3 years (Big Red), oh and I may or may not had copious amounts of Blue Bell Ice Cream. When I am in Texas I only eat things that they do not sell or can&#39;t be cooked by my family in the North. My belly is happy right now and it&#39;s worth the 3 pounds!&lt;br /&gt;
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So I guess I will leave ya&#39;ll with some random iphone pics from Little Man&#39;s first time in the water and sand. &lt;br /&gt;
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Oh, and here is some pics from last springs trip a 3 month old Little Man who slept the whole time at the beach!&lt;br /&gt;
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Today you are 16 months! This month is unlike any month. We started it off by spending the morning at the doctor’s office. Mommy was concerned over the weekend when you started tugging on your ears and having a runny nose. I made you an appointment as soon as I could get you in! Despite feeling awful you have been in good spirits and even made friends in the waiting room at the pediatrician. Two little girls seemed to be playing doctor with you. Oh, and by the way you were the doctor. They kept saying things like “Doctor, your patients aren’t ready for you yet” when you tried to open the door of the playhouse and also things like “Doctor, do you need your instruments”. I couldn’t help but crack up, my 16 month old the doctor for two older women. The doctor called you back pretty soon after that and it turns out you have a double ear infection. I blame the stupid cold going around that everyone in our family seems to have got.&lt;br /&gt;
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Aside from being sick you’ve been saying Mama more often, which I love. It melts my heart. You can also show me what a duck is. When I say duck or quack quack you bring me your rubber ducky! You are learning everyday and I love watching your mind work. You have also learned how to use a spoon. You eat yogurt with a spoon and ice cream now. In fact you want to eat everything with a spoon even things like goldfish and sandwiches that don’t require a spoon. Lastly we are going to the beach at the end of this week to see your Nanny (AKA Great Grandmother) it should be loads of fun now that you’re a toddler. The last time you were down there was 3 months old.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mommy loves you soo much! I am the luckiest person in the world to be able to watch you grow. You are an amazing little boy. &lt;br /&gt;
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Aside from being sick we are going to Texas this weekend for my sister&#39;s spring break. My grandma lives on the beach and she is obviously dying to spend time with her great grand son and I am dying to have a true vacation where I don&#39;t have to do a thing. My grandma loves Little Man. She begs me to let him move with her so I can get situated in life, travel, try new jobs etc but I can&#39;t be without him so it&#39;s not going to happen. But I am really fortunate to have sooo much family that support me!&lt;br /&gt;
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In other news I got a job! I start when we get back from Spring Break. It&#39;s 8-4 and a bank job so we will see. It&#39;s like a foot in the door thing plus I need money. I&#39;m looking into daycare right now and that is stressing me out. I don&#39;t want to send my son to just anyone and the daycare I would send him to no questions asks is completely out of my price range and there is a waiting list. But it&#39;s an awesome daycare, a great facility, and a wonderful loving staff. My family has used them for years. &lt;br /&gt;
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Well, that&#39;s my update for now. Happy Monday! I will be back with Little Man&#39;s 16 month post later.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;3 Kim</description><link>http://the-places-we-will-go.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-been-long-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550650477986930233.post-8695185088799167287</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 Feb 2011 00:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-25T19:32:48.422-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">beauty</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">feelin pretty</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">makeup</category><title>Feelin&#39; Pretty Friday</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:WordDocument&gt;   &lt;w:View&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:Zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:DoNotOptimizeForBrowser/&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;  In an effort to not totally let myself go, I’ve decided to devote at least one day a week to sprucing myself up. This means makeup done, hair did, and absolutely no yoga pants or sweats. I’m titling this little experiment “Feelin’ Pretty Friday”.&lt;br /&gt;
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This week I’m feelin’ pretty in lipstick! I have been obsessed with makeup forever but have never been a big lipstick wearer. I pretty much swore by Carmex and lipgloss until an afternoon spent browsing in Target. I picked up the new &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.covergirl.com/beauty-products/lip-makeup/lip-color/lip-perfection-lipstick&quot;&gt;Cover Girl Lip Perfection Lipsticks&lt;/a&gt;. The cool packaging and vibrant colors definitely lured me in…I’m a sucker. But let me just say I’m so glad I got them. Wearing lipstick is like an instant confidence booster. I had the same feeling you get when you slip on a pair of lace undies. With my lipstick on, even the most mundane things like sitting around at playgroup have me feeling like a sexy lady instead of a frumpy mama.&lt;br /&gt;
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I’m also excited because I found the perfect nude! South Beach Sand it’s perfect. I love these they are moisturizing, long lasting, and vibrant. Not to mention I had on the heavenly pink shade and it drove M crazy while I was in NC. He thought I was trying to be sexy for some new man LOL. &lt;br /&gt;
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Well, that’s how I’m feelin’ pretty this week! &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://the-places-we-will-go.blogspot.com/2011/02/feelin-pretty-friday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550650477986930233.post-8272903666123434097</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Feb 2011 17:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-25T12:34:21.870-05:00</atom:updated><title>Better Spirits</title><description>I&#39;m really excited right now. Little Man and I slept in late (11:30) I can&#39;t remember the last time I&#39;ve slept in! He woke up in better spirits though. He&#39;s running around playing, he&#39;s climbing his climber, he&#39;s jumping on furniture, and running up to me giving me kisses. Also his fever is gone! I&#39;m guessing it was some fluke thing or maybe teething but we have an appointment later just to make sure. Yay, soo wonderful, now if only I can get my energy up to his level.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;3 Kim</description><link>http://the-places-we-will-go.blogspot.com/2011/02/better-spirits.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550650477986930233.post-900474524589658561</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Feb 2011 03:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-26T18:54:13.620-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sick days</category><title>Feeling Lethargic</title><description>I had big plans for today. Plans which involved a playgroup, an indoor playground, a fun shopping trip (for mommy) at the mall, and ending things with a stop at Target. Unfortunately, things didn&#39;t go as planned. We spent the the whole day curled up on the couch. &lt;br /&gt;
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Little Man woke up this morning feeling unlike himself. First, he woke up but never got out of bed. He usually gets out of bed but today he just whined a bit and sat up a little. While I fixed him breakfast he sat on the couch watching Yo Gabba Gabba and never moved. Again, something totally out of character. Normally he&#39;d run to the baby gate in front of the kitchen and stand there watching. After breakfast I gave him a bath and the boy just sat there. No standing up and walking back and forth across the tub. Something was NOT right and while I was drying him off he fell asleep. I took his temp and it was 102.6. This is the first time my baby&#39;s had a fever EVER. We&#39;ve gone through hard things like a stay in the NICU, a spinal tap, a surgery but seriously seeing your child not like themselves is heartbreaking and never gets easy.&lt;br /&gt;
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So I called the doctor and was told to give him Tylenol and switch to Motrin if that didn&#39;t help.Also feed him light meals like cereal and crackers along with pedialyte. Then see how he felt in the morning. He didn&#39;t even act this out of it when we both had a stomach bug around Christmas. He just wants to lay in my lap and tonight at bedtime he didn&#39;t even put up a fight. He laid down and went right to sleep. I&#39;m hoping he feels better tomorrow. Time for me to hurry up and finish laundry so I can cuddle with him again.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m hoping him sleeping alone will continue and that I stop being a HUGE worry wart. Although I love having this time to myself while he&#39;s in bed I&#39;m still freaked out about him not breathing. Last night I kept waking up and I must have checked on him 15x until I decided to bring him to bed with me at 4AM. Hopefully tonight goes better for me. I don&#39;t want to be like my crazy parents who still check on their grown children when they&#39;re around.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;3 Kim</description><link>http://the-places-we-will-go.blogspot.com/2011/02/co-sleeping-no-more.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550650477986930233.post-6539849782850569520</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Feb 2011 07:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-20T02:29:11.779-05:00</atom:updated><title>We&#39;re Back!</title><description>It feels great to be back home! It was not easy getting here but all the trouble was worth it. The security pat down, the missing stroller, the spinning airplane due to major winds, the crying kid, the screaming kid, the laughing hysterically kid while everyone else is freaking out thinking the plane is going to crash. Yup, all worth it. I don&#39;t even miss being in NC. OK, maybe I miss green(ish) grass and gorgeous weather because stepping off the plane to 10 degree weather and snow on the ground was unpleasant. &lt;br /&gt;
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On top of that I lost a pound during this trip! I told myself I was going to eat whatever I wanted to and drink whatever I wanted. So after pigging out on cheese fries, Chik Fil&amp;nbsp; A , Cook Out, and going out drinking with my friends I managed to keep the weight off. I rock!!! So now that I&#39;m back time to step my workout game up again and get back to eating right. Also start blogging more. I started slacking because I thought I wanted to stop but being on &quot;vacation&quot; gave me my second wind for some reason. &lt;br /&gt;
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Here&#39;s are some pictures from our trip.There&#39;s like a bunch of father and son but I can&#39;t post them sigh. So you&#39;ll have to deal with random iphone pics.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am going to bed!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;lt;3 Kim</description><link>http://the-places-we-will-go.blogspot.com/2011/02/were-back.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9NLXGJHgpcVA6M26PlYje376WFoOq1ITloBLQlR5fQaJtfoQd5S5mJgwnrQ7kOyzU4IczAWnerw6KuypTVEtZD1IjjmRpNRQO5J4MRH4_aT1H3WTKvqVlNLnx2W7LOe2hAA6kaTXc2HN6/s72-c/under+the+bridge.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550650477986930233.post-3193451153816815987</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Feb 2011 02:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-18T21:30:09.511-05:00</atom:updated><title>Our Love Is Dead But Without Limit</title><description>It seems our time in Carolina has come to a close. I don&#39;t know how I feel right now. It&#39;s like a mixture of sadness and relief. I guess because this was once my home it feels weird to leave. It feels like I&#39;m reliving the end of a failed relationship once again. Although, I consciously choose to leave it still hurts even though I try and trick myself into thinking it doesn&#39;t. Five years is a long time to be with someone and feelings just don&#39;t disappear over night especially when you have a constant reminder by your side.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am ready to leave though. Being in this house is like living in a ghost town. Everything is as it was nothing is out of place. The carpet may be dirty now and the second bathroom may be filthy but my clothes are still folded in the drawers, my son&#39;s room still as it was like he never stopped playing there, my tooth brush still on the vanity and the picture of us on the mantle is still eerily happy reminiscent of a time when two people were in love. &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;3 Kim</description><link>http://the-places-we-will-go.blogspot.com/2011/02/our-love-is-dead-but-without-limit.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550650477986930233.post-8578968914207342717</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Feb 2011 01:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-18T20:28:24.697-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">letters to baby</category><title>15 Months</title><description>Dear Little Man, &lt;br /&gt;
I am finally settled enough to write your 15 month letter! This is such a wonderful month for you but before I touch upon that lets get your stats out the way.&lt;br /&gt;
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Your 15 month appointment was on February 8th. You weighed 25 pounds 5oz and were 32 inches long. I completely forgot how big your head is because I was excited to hear you are growing just fine. I was very relieved because I was starting to think you were too skinny and not getting enough to eat. Especially, when everyone acts like I&#39;m starving you because I don&#39;t let you eat junk. Aside from that you still only say &quot;Mama&quot; &quot;Dada&quot; and the occasional &quot;No!&quot;. We are also trying to get you to sign words like eat and drink. You don&#39;t care too much to learn but you do laugh hysterically every time you hear the word eat.&lt;br /&gt;
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Your favorite things to eat this month are still bananas but you&#39;ve added apple slices, oranges slices, and mandarin orange fruit cups. You also enjoy steamed cauliflower and barbecue chicken, you are quite the little eater.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lastly, we went on our 17th plane ride together! We flew 700 miles to visit daddy and we&#39;ll be staying for awhile. You love your daddy a lot. At first you were scared because you haven&#39;t seen him in awhile but eventually you overcame that and now it&#39;s father and son once again! It melts my heart so see you both curled up on the couch together.&lt;br /&gt;
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I love you little guy.&lt;br /&gt;
Mommy</description><link>http://the-places-we-will-go.blogspot.com/2011/02/15-months.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4dEp6mtuLZE2lzAzhGMqnAuCy6f_nRSBGpg1k2JRF9KdICGhBZrATHRSnO6YtangSuPNoIHAAhkDMBgSw1QLvMUHexCUoOuPaITVsjzAqOyEoE2IUX4JZliLp5NzvPaqQdQTJcjyjK42W/s72-c/photo%25282%2529.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550650477986930233.post-7998388985062723507</guid><pubDate>Tue, 15 Feb 2011 17:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-15T12:14:59.865-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">valentines 2011</category><title>Happy (Belated) Valentines Day!</title><description>Happy Belated Valentines Day!&lt;br /&gt;
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I hope everyone had a special day with their loved ones. I had tons of fun getting dressed up and dancing around the apartment to the Glee soundtrack with Little Man. Then we took a wonderful nap before heading outside for a walk and to play at the playground. We had to enjoy the glorious 68 degree weather before we head back to snowy New England. He even found himself a Valentine. It was so cute he gave her a leaf. Such a ladies man!&lt;br /&gt;
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After such a wonderful, relaxing, love filled day with my Valentine the mood was quickly soured by M, who thought getting me a card that said &quot;As much as I can&#39;t stand you, Happy Valentines Day&quot;. Even though it went on to say, &quot;You&#39;re a wonderful mother etc I just couldn&#39;t get past the first line. Seriously, it wasn&#39;t necessary. I could have done without the gesture. I&#39;d rather have gotten nothing or he could have just got a card and signed our son&#39;s name. The only good part was the box of chocolates from my Little Man. I think I ate way too many out of sheer anger this man thought his &quot;heartfelt&quot; card was appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, thank the lord for wonderful friends and family who actually care.&lt;br /&gt;
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And how about this blast from the past! &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;lt;3 Kim</description><link>http://the-places-we-will-go.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-belated-valentines-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550650477986930233.post-5303183050127541960</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Feb 2011 19:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-15T15:27:34.428-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cooking</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">food</category><title>Ain&amp;#39;t Nothin&amp;#39; Like Home Cookin&amp;#39;</title><description>I&#39;m pretty sure M hasn&#39;t ate since I left. When Little Man and I arrived in NC, M&#39;s fridge was empty except for cheese and rancid meat (ewwww it smelled). The freezer was filled with ice cream, Popsicles, ice cream sandwiches, french fries, and Texas toast. I don&#39;t know what kind of meals he&#39;s been eating with those ingredients. I&#39;m here to help though! &lt;br /&gt;
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Since I am so nice and he kept talking about wanting a pot roast I made just that and it should be ready when he gets back. &lt;br /&gt;
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Slow Cooker Pot Roast adapted from 365 Days of Slow Cooking Blog &lt;br /&gt;
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Rump Roast &lt;br /&gt;
Seasoned Salt &lt;br /&gt;
Garlic Powder &lt;br /&gt;
Black Pepper&lt;br /&gt;
Carrots &lt;br /&gt;
Celery &lt;br /&gt;
Yellow Onion&lt;br /&gt;
Red Potatoes &lt;br /&gt;
Red Wine ( I use whatever&#39;s cheap to cook with) &lt;br /&gt;
Worcestershire sauce &lt;br /&gt;
Bag filled with flour &lt;br /&gt;
Olive Oil &lt;br /&gt;
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1) Season roast with season salt, garlic powder, and pepper. Place in ziploc bag filled with flour and shake to coat. &lt;br /&gt;
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2) Shake off excess flour and brown in a pan with about a TBS of olive oil. &lt;br /&gt;
3) Cook each side until golden brown. &lt;br /&gt;
4) Wash and chop your veggies and add to crockpot. &lt;br /&gt;
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5) Add roast and then pour in 3 TBS of Worcestershire sauce and 1/2 cup red wine (I used yellow tail Merlot) &lt;br /&gt;
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6) Set it and forget it! Cook on low for 8 hours. Sometimes I cook on high for 5-6 hours.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now I&#39;m going to relax and hopefully end up at a basketball game at my Alma mater with one of my friends tonight! &lt;br /&gt;
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- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone</description><link>http://the-places-we-will-go.blogspot.com/2011/02/ain-nothin-like-home-cookin.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550650477986930233.post-6112704351822194867</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Feb 2011 17:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-22T00:00:45.782-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">letters to baby</category><title>14 Months</title><description>Dear Little Man, &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;I know I say this every month but time does fly. It always feels like I just brought you home yesterday but the truth is that was 14 months ago. With every passing month it’s getting harder and harder to see the baby in you. You are definitely ALL boy. Despite that you’re still incredibly sweet. You love giving me hugs and kisses and you still love to cuddle. In fact nowadays you climb up on the couch and snuggle up next to me when you’re ready for sleep. It literally melts my heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Over the past month you have learned to climb (even better). You climb everything, the couches, your climber, boxes, toys, snow banks, etc. There is nothing you’re afraid of and this scares me. Especially because you have discovered that by climbing the couch you can jump over the railing. I have to watch you like a hawk because I know you are plotting to go over. You also stand on your climber and jump from it to the coffee table, which makes me super nervous. How will I ever handle what’s to come? All the random injuries boys seem to bring upon themselves. Believe me I know, I used to be the tomboy who played on the playground with all the little boys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Another thing you love to do now is pretend you’re on the phone. You hold my cell phone up to your ear and talk, talk, talk. It’s so funny! You also love to help me workout. When you see me putting in my workout DVD you always hand me my weights. When I do planks you try to crawl under and when I do crunches you sit on my stomach and pat my back every time I rise up. You are quite the little personal trainer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;You have 7 teeth now! They just started popping up like mad. From 2 on your first birthday, 2 more at 13 months and now 3 more. This is crazy for someone who seemed like they’d never get one. Also you teethe like a champ. You never really fuss. You just get extra drolly and gnaw on spoons. Before I wrap this up I just want to say besides Mama, Dada, and the occasionally No, or yah you don’t say any words. You communicate by pointing to things. You want juice you point to juice and bring me your cup. You want food you point to your mouth; you want to be picked up your raise your arms. It’s too cute. I’m glad I can understand your actions because you are quite the demanding kid. If someone gets things wrong boy do you get mad. We will have to work on that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Oh, and BTW I gave you your first haircut. Yes, you heard that right twas ME! You just needed a little evening out that I did with my hair scissors and now you’re hair is growing like weeds. Your bald spot completely disappeared after the cut. I gave myself a pat on the back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;I love you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Mommy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://the-places-we-will-go.blogspot.com/2011/02/14-months.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Kim)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6550650477986930233.post-5613840849950475985</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Feb 2011 00:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-20T10:41:46.723-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cooking</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">food</category><title>Oooey Gooey Burgers</title><description>For the past few days I have been craving a big juicy burger. I can&#39;t even remember the last time I ate one and it makes me sad. I miss the ooey gooey cheese, smokey bacon, and buttery bun. Super Yum! Like Yo Gabba Gabba party in my tummy yum!&lt;br /&gt;
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Since I&#39;m trying to eat better and have cut out bread, sugar, and cheese I decided to make this All American Meal healthier. Instead of my ooey gooey bacon burger I made a black bean burger and sweet potato fries. It was super tasty and it definitely hit the spot. I didn&#39;t use a bun, although if you want you could use something like an &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.arnoldbread.com/thins/&quot;&gt;Arnold Sandwich Thin&lt;/a&gt;.Oh, and then I topped it with organic mustard, tomato, spinach, and homemade guacamole. YUM! YUM! YUM!&lt;br /&gt;
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You see 4 months ago I made the decision to end our relationship. I packed up 2 big suitcases and was gone. It&#39;s not that I didn&#39;t love him anymore we just didn&#39;t work. I had been feeling like I was settling and that our love for each other wasn&#39;t enough to keep the relationship going. I struggled for months with the decision but in the end I grew a pair and made the right decision for us. I wanted to end the arguing that had been putting un needed stress on ourselves and most of all our son.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ever since our son was born it had been almost constant conflict. We come from two completely opposite backgrounds and upbringings and although it didn&#39;t matter when we were dating, throwing a child in the mix turned it into a big thing. As I family I wanted to go on vacations, have picnics in the park, go to the zoo etc all the things I remembered doing with my family. M (Little Man&#39;s dad) on the other hand didn&#39;t care for any of those things. He didn&#39;t have a family growing up so he didn&#39;t know why I was making everything a big deal. His main concern was making sure we had money because he didn&#39;t want Little Man to experience what he had as a kid. Not having food in the house, not having toys, new clothes etc. When I suggested things to do he never wanted to be involved. In fact he never was involved in anything. He rather sit in the house alone playing video games or buying random techno gadgets and drinking with friends. His explanation was always &quot;This is the first time in my life I&#39;ve had money. I want to enjoy myself and be a kid. I never had a childhood like you&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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While I understand him wanting to do things he never got to do, the fact that we have a child means he can&#39;t ALWAYS do what he wants. Our relationship just got to the point where we both resented each other. I wanted him to act more like a partner and father and he disliked the fact that I was asking him not to do things that I myself had got to do. That is how our relationship deteriorated. We couldn&#39;t get past this. No amount of talking, explaining, worked and he didn&#39;t want to get counseling so I left. I felt like my son and I deserved someone who was present and willing to engage with us. Not someone who comes home and says &quot;hey, I got this new video game so I won&#39;t be able to go to the fair with ya&#39;ll&quot; or even though we haven&#39;t seen him the whole week &quot;I just came home to get some things cuz the guys want to have a big weekend for so and so birthday&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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I thought we closed this chapter in our life. What could he possibly want? Although, it would be nice for Little Man to have both his mom and dad present, I&#39;m not trying to go back there. In the end things always end up the same. I&#39;ve fallen for it before and refuse to put my life on hold again.&lt;br /&gt;
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