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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:atom="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" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3456606172933426448</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 08 Feb 2012 14:00:43 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>sandbox</category><category>motherhood</category><category>project life change</category><category>spanish</category><category>bath</category><category>doubt</category><category>talking</category><category>poppy</category><category>dinner</category><category>little mama</category><category>rock-on</category><category>death</category><category>working mom</category><category>christmas</category><category>marriage</category><category>nature</category><category>mr. t</category><category>mother martyrdom</category><category>maryland</category><category>sleep</category><category>things i want you to remember</category><category>gifts</category><category>tantrum</category><category>toddler food</category><category>smitten</category><category>dancing</category><category>gaa gee</category><category>frustration</category><category>sister</category><category>lessons learned</category><category>travel with toddler</category><category>difference</category><category>growing up</category><category>self portraits</category><category>halloween</category><category>20 months</category><category>happy birthday</category><category>global warming</category><category>favorites</category><category>sesame street</category><category>vacation</category><category>barrio</category><category>ga goo</category><category>thomas the train</category><category>hoops</category><category>grief</category><category>communication</category><category>fall</category><category>biz markie</category><category>imagination</category><category>fashion</category><category>abuela</category><category>working</category><category>toys</category><category>toddler love</category><category>potty</category><category>los angeles</category><category>daddy</category><category>body awareness</category><category>toddler behavior</category><category>breastfeeding</category><category>holidays</category><category>discipline</category><category>biracial</category><category>parenting pain</category><category>bed time routine</category><category>beat box</category><category>developmental milestones</category><category>pumpkin</category><category>potty training</category><category>nana</category><category>sick</category><category>race</category><category>bilingual</category><category>california</category><category>wah wah wah</category><category>pregnancy</category><category>scheduling</category><title>all about diggy</title><description /><link>http://allaboutdiggy.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (mexi)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>94</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/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/allaboutdiggy" /><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="allaboutdiggy" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3456606172933426448.post-5754234717484437666</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Jun 2009 19:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-16T15:04:11.738-04:00</atom:updated><title>to infinity and beyond</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;we were on vacation at the beach this past week and on one of the rainy days we visited the local aerospace museum.  lo and behold...space diggy and daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/Sjfsdsu-ARI/AAAAAAAAAbU/FMMGe5G3NII/s1600-h/beach+2009+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/Sjfsdsu-ARI/AAAAAAAAAbU/FMMGe5G3NII/s320/beach+2009+026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348003077494276370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456606172933426448-5754234717484437666?l=allaboutdiggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://allaboutdiggy.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-infinity-and-beyond.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (mexi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/Sjfsdsu-ARI/AAAAAAAAAbU/FMMGe5G3NII/s72-c/beach+2009+026.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3456606172933426448.post-5120646221802871061</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 Jun 2009 01:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-06T21:42:01.402-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">imagination</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">toys</category><title>walk and poke</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/Sisavg2UCUI/AAAAAAAAAbM/r2KOU_q--fg/s1600-h/poker+009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/Sisavg2UCUI/AAAAAAAAAbM/r2KOU_q--fg/s320/poker+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344394786379139394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/SisavSu2TFI/AAAAAAAAAbE/OsPmmlovyMI/s1600-h/poker+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/SisavSu2TFI/AAAAAAAAAbE/OsPmmlovyMI/s320/poker+011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344394782589733970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/Sisau4vIfXI/AAAAAAAAAa8/7guq5IUDp-Q/s1600-h/poker+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/Sisau4vIfXI/AAAAAAAAAa8/7guq5IUDp-Q/s320/poker+022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344394775611604338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the other day diggy and i went on a walk with his poker.  he found this large grass stem and experienced great joy when poking things with it.  he poked things high and low and loved every minute of it.  i enjoyed joining him in the experience of walking while poking anything that could possibly be poked, including mommy.  it reminded me that toys from the toy store can never compare to a found object and diggy's imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456606172933426448-5120646221802871061?l=allaboutdiggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://allaboutdiggy.blogspot.com/2009/06/walk-and-poke.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (mexi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/Sisavg2UCUI/AAAAAAAAAbM/r2KOU_q--fg/s72-c/poker+009.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3456606172933426448.post-2847198862554483273</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 May 2009 18:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-28T14:44:06.075-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">abuela</category><title>should i write a dear mom?</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/Sh7bY160AeI/AAAAAAAAAa0/26-Q2yKuRc8/s1600-h/nalgites+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/Sh7bY160AeI/AAAAAAAAAa0/26-Q2yKuRc8/s320/nalgites+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340947427945087458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been toying around with the idea of writing a letter to my mother.  she's 72 and always talking about the day she'll be "pushing up daisies."  she has already outlived her sister and brother, and the death of her sister two years ago really changed something in her.  it is as if being the last member of her family to be alive devastated her, changed her spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom raised me alone.  my father left when i was 7.  at the time my brother and sister were 17 and 20, respectively.  for me, it was just me and her with my brother and sister entering the picture every once and a while when they struggled with their independence.  sometime after college my relationship with my mother changed because i changed.  i changed for the good for me, i think, but as i look back, it's as if my changing left my mother behind and left her alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that that is the function of having children and of being that child that grows up.  the parents are left and the child starts their own life.  but for my mother, because she was single, it was, and has been, a different kind of leaving.  leaving my mother left her alone with a life she didn't have, with a life that was full of me and now was empty because i took me away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i am spending more time with my mother because she is 72 and because i have diggy and little mama, i feel that loss and emptiness.  i see that shell of her and i don't want to fill it, but i feel the need to do something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i'm thinking of writing her a letter, but i'm not quite sure what to say.  but now that she's talking about "pushing up daisies" i don't want to miss my opportunity to say something to her or learn something from her.  i just don't know where to go with this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456606172933426448-2847198862554483273?l=allaboutdiggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://allaboutdiggy.blogspot.com/2009/05/should-i-write-dear-mom.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (mexi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/Sh7bY160AeI/AAAAAAAAAa0/26-Q2yKuRc8/s72-c/nalgites+003.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3456606172933426448.post-5288776105181356803</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 May 2009 01:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-18T21:18:01.599-04:00</atom:updated><title>this is how she rolls</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/ShIIv5_OoUI/AAAAAAAAAas/BztxwfAad4c/s1600-h/frites+nalgites+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/ShIIv5_OoUI/AAAAAAAAAas/BztxwfAad4c/s320/frites+nalgites+010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337338127500353858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456606172933426448-5288776105181356803?l=allaboutdiggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://allaboutdiggy.blogspot.com/2009/05/this-is-how-she-rolls.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (mexi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/ShIIv5_OoUI/AAAAAAAAAas/BztxwfAad4c/s72-c/frites+nalgites+010.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3456606172933426448.post-3396593419983695145</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 May 2009 16:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-10T13:45:39.180-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">abuela</category><title>sad to see it go</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;diggy calls my mom "abuela."  in diggy speak it sounds like "abwevua."  this past week the "V" sound in the last syllable became "L."  it now sounds like abuela.  i'm sad to see it change.  proud of diggy, but it's a definite growing pain for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456606172933426448-3396593419983695145?l=allaboutdiggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://allaboutdiggy.blogspot.com/2009/05/sad-to-see-it-go.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (mexi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3456606172933426448.post-3048652539566125610</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 May 2009 01:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-02T21:47:11.529-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">thomas the train</category><title>day out with thomas</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/Sfz3OgujiYI/AAAAAAAAAak/kuU_C9lvL88/s1600-h/salchichi+046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/Sfz3OgujiYI/AAAAAAAAAak/kuU_C9lvL88/s320/salchichi+046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331407887575255426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/Sfz3OBEDBYI/AAAAAAAAAac/-e4MGdzyIio/s1600-h/salchichi+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/Sfz3OBEDBYI/AAAAAAAAAac/-e4MGdzyIio/s320/salchichi+045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331407879075464578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yesterday we took diggy to see thomas.  he was so excited.  it's just wonderful to see your child light up inside.  he's been talking about it ever since.  i would love a sliver of that zest for something.  there's something so pure about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456606172933426448-3048652539566125610?l=allaboutdiggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://allaboutdiggy.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-out-with-thomas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (mexi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/Sfz3OgujiYI/AAAAAAAAAak/kuU_C9lvL88/s72-c/salchichi+046.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3456606172933426448.post-3379737685687695854</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Apr 2009 14:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-23T10:58:31.167-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">motherhood</category><title>mom zombie</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;these days i've been feeling quite lost.  i know i'm not unique.  i know my situation is not special.  i think i'm feeling like a lot of mothers i read about.  i'm completely sucked into meeting the needs of my children.  so much so that i can bear to do anything for my husband or for myself.  when my children don't need me, i'm a zombie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i can't quite figure out how to break this spell.  i'm stuck in a funk and just can't seem to find myself.  how do other women do it?  how do they disloge themselves from the auto-pilot of motherhood?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456606172933426448-3379737685687695854?l=allaboutdiggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://allaboutdiggy.blogspot.com/2009/04/mom-zombie.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (mexi)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3456606172933426448.post-8139865456424163140</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Apr 2009 19:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-11T15:26:03.201-04:00</atom:updated><title>7 months</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/SeDsgWomRNI/AAAAAAAAAaE/-qpmFErcupk/s1600-h/salchichi+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/SeDsgWomRNI/AAAAAAAAAaE/-qpmFErcupk/s320/salchichi+006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323514800127755474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;little mama is 7 months now and she's just completely delicious.  she keeps me on my toes and is utterly in love with her big brother.  i'm constantly amazed at how natural her love for her brother developed.  she can't take her eyes off him.  i'm sure her first word will be diggy.  i can't blame her.  who wouldn't be mesmerized by watching this face all day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/SeDukoZW1oI/AAAAAAAAAaM/KGPQ7sV9U6I/s1600-h/sole+231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/SeDukoZW1oI/AAAAAAAAAaM/KGPQ7sV9U6I/s320/sole+231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323517072638400130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/SeDukxEQbGI/AAAAAAAAAaU/SHa56aGCY2s/s1600-h/sole+234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/SeDukxEQbGI/AAAAAAAAAaU/SHa56aGCY2s/s320/sole+234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323517074965818466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456606172933426448-8139865456424163140?l=allaboutdiggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://allaboutdiggy.blogspot.com/2009/04/7-months.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (mexi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/SeDsgWomRNI/AAAAAAAAAaE/-qpmFErcupk/s72-c/salchichi+006.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3456606172933426448.post-2365987242222328939</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Apr 2009 01:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-06T21:14:18.774-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">discipline</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">parenting pain</category><title>oooh the pain...</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i knew the day would come when i would hear the words i most feared hearing.  what i dreaded most about becoming a parent, aside from having one of my children be ill, was hearing them say hurtful words.  maybe i'm a wuss, but diggy said some things to me last week that just rocked me to my core.  it hurt so bad i was stunned and didn't cry until the following day.  i guess i thought i would hear this at 5+ years, but never did i expect to hear it at 3 1/2.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;during a tantrum he said, "you are ruining my life.  i want a new mommy.  can you get me a new mommy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i feel like making excuses for myself, for how hurt i feel.  even if i am being a sensitive baby, it hurt and that's real.  i have to find a way to get past this quickly, because the next time i can't let it get to me.  i think it just means that i'm doing my job, but that doesn't make it feel any better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456606172933426448-2365987242222328939?l=allaboutdiggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://allaboutdiggy.blogspot.com/2009/04/oooh-pain.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (mexi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3456606172933426448.post-3527289428944443357</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Mar 2009 21:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-19T18:01:30.081-04:00</atom:updated><title>sibling love</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it's nearly impossible to get pictures of the love diggy shows little mama...these don't even come close to the best moments they had today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/ScK_xTvsaOI/AAAAAAAAAZk/kP7GFtAzeeA/s1600-h/love+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/ScK_xTvsaOI/AAAAAAAAAZk/kP7GFtAzeeA/s320/love+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315021364085418210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/ScLAD7I0p5I/AAAAAAAAAZs/2NYhxTCNFHs/s1600-h/love+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/ScLAD7I0p5I/AAAAAAAAAZs/2NYhxTCNFHs/s320/love+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315021683897444242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/ScLAYnsc-II/AAAAAAAAAZ0/iJl6iTm2tcA/s1600-h/love+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/ScLAYnsc-II/AAAAAAAAAZ0/iJl6iTm2tcA/s320/love+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315022039455430786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/ScLAo-Lr_3I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/k2CevapbaAg/s1600-h/love+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/ScLAo-Lr_3I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/k2CevapbaAg/s320/love+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315022320369926002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456606172933426448-3527289428944443357?l=allaboutdiggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://allaboutdiggy.blogspot.com/2009/03/sibling-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (mexi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/ScK_xTvsaOI/AAAAAAAAAZk/kP7GFtAzeeA/s72-c/love+001.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3456606172933426448.post-1857363768619901496</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Mar 2009 13:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-13T09:11:12.829-04:00</atom:updated><title>sleeping with my buds</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/SbpaQBfEKWI/AAAAAAAAAZc/Bg5rHfNYpZ4/s1600-h/sole+395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/SbfFACQtOvI/AAAAAAAAAZU/_BZKtDxGFxY/s400/sole+554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311930889904405234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;when i was a kid i had a definite sense of style.  i shopped at thrift stores, wore my hair very short and wore men's shirts and bow ties with long skirts and doc marten's.  these are the new shoes diggy picked out for himself this past weekend.  he's definitely got style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456606172933426448-3030920498495593243?l=allaboutdiggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://allaboutdiggy.blogspot.com/2009/03/favorite-shoes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (mexi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/SbfFACQtOvI/AAAAAAAAAZU/_BZKtDxGFxY/s72-c/sole+554.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3456606172933426448.post-2815065453608873587</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Jan 2009 19:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-26T14:28:06.809-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bath</category><title>just like my little sister</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i bathe little mama in our bathroom sink because i just can't manage the baby tub.  the tub has a net thing for small babies, that in my mind just holds her above the water so she freezes (and cries) while bathing.  so i abandoned the tub and have a happy baby bather in our sink.  i just put her on a wash cloth so she doesn't slip, and viola! i have a warm, sudsy bean happily getting clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once diggy saw this he was desperate to try.  at 3+ he's a bit too big for the sink.  i thought he accepted my "no" to his repeated request, but this is what i found when i returned from getting little mama from her morning nap.  oy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/SX4Om5kMp_I/AAAAAAAAAZM/003r7Q4zyrE/s1600-h/sole+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456606172933426448-1207666472119310070?l=allaboutdiggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><enclosure type="video/mp4" url="http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a7be7eed505ea0a8&amp;type=video%2Fmp4" length="0" /><link>http://allaboutdiggy.blogspot.com/2009/01/this-makes-it-all-worth-it.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (mexi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3456606172933426448.post-2904303613172574532</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Dec 2008 22:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-30T17:19:07.611-05:00</atom:updated><title>today's crazy fireman</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/SVqeU8vWJrI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Y5fwgWJ10iQ/s1600-h/soledad+088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/SVqeU8vWJrI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Y5fwgWJ10iQ/s400/soledad+088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285711195411982002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456606172933426448-2904303613172574532?l=allaboutdiggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://allaboutdiggy.blogspot.com/2008/12/todays-crazy-fireman.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (mexi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/SVqeU8vWJrI/AAAAAAAAAY4/Y5fwgWJ10iQ/s72-c/soledad+088.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3456606172933426448.post-4382074315960614685</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Dec 2008 17:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-22T12:18:00.141-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">potty training</category><title>music to my ears</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;diggy just said, "i want to go potty and i want to go upstairs (in my bathroom)."  running out of pull ups and telling him that i just didn't have anymore, which i didn't seems to be working.  after all, he decided that he didn't want to go to target to buy more pull ups.  so, when we ran out, we ran out.  it's been 3 weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm keeping my fingers crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456606172933426448-4382074315960614685?l=allaboutdiggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://allaboutdiggy.blogspot.com/2008/12/music-to-my-ears.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (mexi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3456606172933426448.post-879241808093360622</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Dec 2008 20:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-18T16:05:32.326-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">self portraits</category><title>self portraits</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/SUq6o3HxYBI/AAAAAAAAAYw/qZBJhgyMn40/s1600-h/soledad+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/SUq6o3HxYBI/AAAAAAAAAYw/qZBJhgyMn40/s400/soledad+033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281238724199407634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/SUq6FOe2D7I/AAAAAAAAAYo/PxmzBhBKfWk/s1600-h/soledad+032+b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/SUq6FOe2D7I/AAAAAAAAAYo/PxmzBhBKfWk/s400/soledad+032+b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281238111994908594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i've discovered that the only way i can get pictures of me with my children, is to take the picture myself.  hopefully i'm getting better at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456606172933426448-879241808093360622?l=allaboutdiggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://allaboutdiggy.blogspot.com/2008/12/self-portraits.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (mexi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/SUq6o3HxYBI/AAAAAAAAAYw/qZBJhgyMn40/s72-c/soledad+033.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3456606172933426448.post-1803584218292497276</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Dec 2008 17:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-05T12:40:39.267-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">christmas</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">holidays</category><title>the wonder of the holidays</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/STlmOkMqTJI/AAAAAAAAAYg/jPXJPH0iJtU/s1600-h/diego+and+soledad+142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/STlmOkMqTJI/AAAAAAAAAYg/jPXJPH0iJtU/s400/diego+and+soledad+142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276360838862228626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;diggy's excited for the holidays.  he's been talking about it all year.  we have 3 advent calendars in the house and he asks at all times if it's time for a new number for santa to come.  seeing the holidays through a child's eyes really makes the season.  i wish i could hold on to his feelings about the holidays--the excitement, the wonder and the joy--forever.  it's just magic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456606172933426448-1803584218292497276?l=allaboutdiggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://allaboutdiggy.blogspot.com/2008/12/wonder-of-holidays.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (mexi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/STlmOkMqTJI/AAAAAAAAAYg/jPXJPH0iJtU/s72-c/diego+and+soledad+142.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3456606172933426448.post-480169356958096293</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Nov 2008 14:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-27T09:45:33.514-05:00</atom:updated><title>bathroom one liners...</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;after seeing daddy use the toilet...&lt;br /&gt;diggy says, "what is that big thing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after seeing mommy use the toilet...&lt;br /&gt;diggy says, "mommy, i like that fuzzy thing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while seeing mommy in the bath tub...&lt;br /&gt;diggy says, "mommy you are beautiful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456606172933426448-480169356958096293?l=allaboutdiggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://allaboutdiggy.blogspot.com/2008/11/bathroom-one-liners.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (mexi)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3456606172933426448.post-2685663370316179724</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Nov 2008 15:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-25T10:50:53.188-05:00</atom:updated><title>indoor, cold weather fun</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/SSweA0vyqGI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Xs9zyFsA8zw/s1600-h/diego+and+soledad+190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/SSweA0vyqGI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Xs9zyFsA8zw/s400/diego+and+soledad+190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272622263251937378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;thanks to yo gabba gabba, one of diggy's new favorite things to do is make funny faces.  will our faces stay this way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/SSweX4lQ9mI/AAAAAAAAAYY/ItjIH9KQJQM/s1600-h/diego+and+soledad+191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/SSweX4lQ9mI/AAAAAAAAAYY/ItjIH9KQJQM/s400/diego+and+soledad+191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272622659418519138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456606172933426448-2685663370316179724?l=allaboutdiggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://allaboutdiggy.blogspot.com/2008/11/indoor-cold-weather-fun.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (mexi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/SSweA0vyqGI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/Xs9zyFsA8zw/s72-c/diego+and+soledad+190.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3456606172933426448.post-251044622114997278</guid><pubDate>Fri, 21 Nov 2008 01:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-20T21:09:13.334-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">potty training</category><title>motherhood is naive</title><description>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;silly old me.  i fell for it.  diggy wore underpants, promptly peed in them and then asked for a pull up. &lt;br /&gt;oh well, maybe next time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when a fellow 3-year old asked him why he still wears a diaper he said, "i get too focused while playing and don't know when i pees or poops." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what the biggest size pull-ups come in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456606172933426448-251044622114997278?l=allaboutdiggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://allaboutdiggy.blogspot.com/2008/11/motherhood-is-naive.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (mexi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3456606172933426448.post-8799356829754567603</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Nov 2008 01:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-18T20:42:55.191-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">potty training</category><title>motherhood is blind</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/SSNut3w9bXI/AAAAAAAAAYI/2shIoHQnHXw/s1600-h/diego+075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/SSNut3w9bXI/AAAAAAAAAYI/2shIoHQnHXw/s400/diego+075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270177723296083314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure i'm a fool for even believing this for a second, but i just can't help myself.  maybe i've succomb to the need that many mothers have to believe their child (even if that child is 3 and you are 30-something).  but today diggy pulled down his pants, pointed to his pull up and said, "see this mommy it's full.  it's heavy."  he then took it off and threw it to the floor and said, "no more pull ups."  then he got a pair of underpants and put them on (his botton, as opposed to where he wears them in the picture above).  am i a fool for believing this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure i am, but i just can't help myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456606172933426448-8799356829754567603?l=allaboutdiggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://allaboutdiggy.blogspot.com/2008/11/motherhood-is-blind.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (mexi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/SSNut3w9bXI/AAAAAAAAAYI/2shIoHQnHXw/s72-c/diego+075.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3456606172933426448.post-3350930636047215795</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Nov 2008 18:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-12T13:15:51.420-05:00</atom:updated><title>firsts</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/SRsdQMMPPDI/AAAAAAAAAYA/h4CLmcQGolE/s1600-h/diego+and+soledad+212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/SRsdQMMPPDI/AAAAAAAAAYA/h4CLmcQGolE/s400/diego+and+soledad+212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267836353127595058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the first smiles of a newborn make all the hard stuff so much easier to take.  i wish it was that way for diggy.  i think it all is still so difficult for him.  he's completely given up using the toilet and is not at all interested in anything new.  hopefully he'll get over it and the sting of being one of two won't be such a drag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456606172933426448-3350930636047215795?l=allaboutdiggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://allaboutdiggy.blogspot.com/2008/11/firsts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (mexi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/SRsdQMMPPDI/AAAAAAAAAYA/h4CLmcQGolE/s72-c/diego+and+soledad+212.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3456606172933426448.post-4751894611288368616</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Nov 2008 20:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-07T15:12:59.493-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">halloween</category><title>the best (s)kunk ever!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/SRShOLl15LI/AAAAAAAAAX4/p-7GcBZxC68/s1600-h/diego+and+soledad+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/SRShOLl15LI/AAAAAAAAAX4/p-7GcBZxC68/s400/diego+and+soledad+014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266011129304704178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;diggy was the best kunk ever!  he loved the paws.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456606172933426448-4751894611288368616?l=allaboutdiggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://allaboutdiggy.blogspot.com/2008/11/best-skunk-ever.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (mexi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/SRShOLl15LI/AAAAAAAAAX4/p-7GcBZxC68/s72-c/diego+and+soledad+014.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3456606172933426448.post-8908802521286094920</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2008 14:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-06T09:21:43.190-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">little mama</category><title>hello little mama</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/SRL9Z_WfSuI/AAAAAAAAAXw/HpTzn9nNvoc/s1600-h/diego+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/SRL9Z_WfSuI/AAAAAAAAAXw/HpTzn9nNvoc/s400/diego+048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265549537293847266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not long after my last post i had little mama.  it's been a rough adjustment for diggy.  he's struggling with having a new addition to the family.  at 10 weeks it's gotten better and i'm thankful for that.  two kids is hard, but wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3456606172933426448-8908802521286094920?l=allaboutdiggy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://allaboutdiggy.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-little-mama.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (mexi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QEU4WMTjsIg/SRL9Z_WfSuI/AAAAAAAAAXw/HpTzn9nNvoc/s72-c/diego+048.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>

