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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6207592</id><updated>2012-05-26T22:15:34.203-05:00</updated><category term="Motherhood" /><category term="mood" /><category term="budget" /><category term="December Daily" /><category term="insta-friday" /><category term="#reverb10" /><category term="Music" /><category term="holiday" /><category term="shopping" /><category term="theodore" /><category term="Film" /><category term="winter" /><category term="Inspiration" /><category term="reverb 2010" /><category term="life" /><category term="sunday story" /><category term="creative" /><category term="toddler stuff" /><category term="green" /><category term="summer" /><category term="Games" /><category term="december" /><category term="city" /><category term="baby" /><category term="food" /><category term="Travel" /><category term="spring" /><category term="family" /><category term="new year" /><category term="Web/Tech" /><category term="Maxwell" /><category term="Wednesday Weekly" /><category term="Sports" /><category term="health" /><category term="Religion" /><category term="Current Affairs" /><category term="friends" /><category term="Books" /><title type="text">you + me</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whattheharry.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.whattheharry.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207592/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25" /><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278535019784626697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fjbf38K24h4/TwxgqCgdc6I/AAAAAAAAAfY/bIJd4EPdrJU/s220/41410002.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>458</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/whattheharry/YqrG" /><feedburner:info uri="whattheharry/yqrg" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>whattheharry/YqrG</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><feedburner:browserFriendly></feedburner:browserFriendly><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6207592.post-8373111436527308416</id><published>2012-05-25T19:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-05-25T19:04:05.616-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Motherhood" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><title type="text">Family.</title><content type="html">My sister Sharon captured this. Thank you Sharon.&amp;nbsp; Thank you from the bottom of my heart for capturing this special moment for me.&amp;nbsp; I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oF_anmQtQYo/T8AdYzxbyuI/AAAAAAAAAyU/vwADua8uqKk/s1600/family.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" qba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oF_anmQtQYo/T8AdYzxbyuI/AAAAAAAAAyU/vwADua8uqKk/s640/family.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am still in the hospital with Theo, and we had another successfull visit with Max today.&amp;nbsp; I am hopeful things will be good when we get home.&amp;nbsp; (which i cannot wait! hospitals + me do not mix!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Memorial Day!&amp;nbsp; Enjoy your weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6207592-8373111436527308416?l=www.whattheharry.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/whattheharry/YqrG/~4/GIe23fG2Rkk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whattheharry.com/feeds/8373111436527308416/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6207592&amp;postID=8373111436527308416&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207592/posts/default/8373111436527308416" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207592/posts/default/8373111436527308416" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/whattheharry/YqrG/~3/GIe23fG2Rkk/family.html" title="Family." /><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278535019784626697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fjbf38K24h4/TwxgqCgdc6I/AAAAAAAAAfY/bIJd4EPdrJU/s220/41410002.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oF_anmQtQYo/T8AdYzxbyuI/AAAAAAAAAyU/vwADua8uqKk/s72-c/family.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.whattheharry.com/2012/05/family.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6207592.post-5790916510801197055</id><published>2012-05-24T20:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-05-24T20:58:04.871-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Motherhood" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="theodore" /><title type="text">Hello, My Name Is...</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--GSexDrRidU/T77mQj3lQfI/AAAAAAAAAyI/emsADBgnc6s/s1600/theo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" qba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--GSexDrRidU/T77mQj3lQfI/AAAAAAAAAyI/emsADBgnc6s/s400/theo.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theodore 'Theo' Soltys Mensavage&lt;br /&gt;May 24, 2012&lt;br /&gt;7 lbs, 14 ounces&lt;br /&gt;20 inches long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Theo are doing great.&amp;nbsp; Max is an *awesome* big brother.&amp;nbsp; When he came to visit today, and held Theo (with mama's assistance, of course) he kept saying, 'I got baby!', and then would lean in to kiss Theo.&amp;nbsp; Made my heart melt, and made me so proud.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is really really good.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6207592-5790916510801197055?l=www.whattheharry.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/whattheharry/YqrG/~4/DH_7ZHTe_2I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whattheharry.com/feeds/5790916510801197055/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6207592&amp;postID=5790916510801197055&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207592/posts/default/5790916510801197055" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207592/posts/default/5790916510801197055" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/whattheharry/YqrG/~3/DH_7ZHTe_2I/hello-my-name-is.html" title="Hello, My Name Is..." /><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278535019784626697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fjbf38K24h4/TwxgqCgdc6I/AAAAAAAAAfY/bIJd4EPdrJU/s220/41410002.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--GSexDrRidU/T77mQj3lQfI/AAAAAAAAAyI/emsADBgnc6s/s72-c/theo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.whattheharry.com/2012/05/hello-my-name-is.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6207592.post-5348049013824539995</id><published>2012-05-20T08:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-05-20T08:57:19.765-05:00</updated><title type="text">Hanging in there.</title><content type="html">Its down to the wire here.&amp;nbsp; Thursday is the big day.&amp;nbsp; I know I am ready to be done with being pregnant.&amp;nbsp; Though I am not sure I am ready for another baby!&amp;nbsp; Oh well, its too late now....though really its all good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have emails to respond to, blogs to read, one on one time with Max to fulfill, a bag to pack (for me), a bag to pack (for Max) and a bag to pack (for new baby).&amp;nbsp; So I am hoping to do all of this today and this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I dont have anything to say before Thursday, I'll talk to all of you on the other side!&amp;nbsp; Wish us luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6207592-5348049013824539995?l=www.whattheharry.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/whattheharry/YqrG/~4/dJbcJ1TOVTs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whattheharry.com/feeds/5348049013824539995/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6207592&amp;postID=5348049013824539995&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207592/posts/default/5348049013824539995" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207592/posts/default/5348049013824539995" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/whattheharry/YqrG/~3/dJbcJ1TOVTs/hanging-in-there.html" title="Hanging in there." /><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278535019784626697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fjbf38K24h4/TwxgqCgdc6I/AAAAAAAAAfY/bIJd4EPdrJU/s220/41410002.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.whattheharry.com/2012/05/hanging-in-there.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6207592.post-168891157622167767</id><published>2012-05-13T15:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-05-13T15:12:42.135-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Motherhood" /><title type="text">Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type="html">Happy Mother's Day!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially to my blog-world Mom's - Emily, Colleen, Mary (your still a mama!) and Lara.&amp;nbsp; I hope you get to do whatever it is that you want to do today!&amp;nbsp; And I hope you get lots of hugs and kisses from your lovelies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, today is about just hanging out and watching the clock TICK-TOCK as SLOW as physically possible because that is what these last 10 days feel like.&amp;nbsp; Eternity.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2xuM5WwbkSU/T7AVNOuLToI/AAAAAAAAAx8/f94ofNLfOFA/s1600/IMG_3043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dba="true" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2xuM5WwbkSU/T7AVNOuLToI/AAAAAAAAAx8/f94ofNLfOFA/s640/IMG_3043.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSoQQ6-aNGw/T7AUI6RboNI/AAAAAAAAAxs/XJUy5BYcARE/s1600/100_2321.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dba="true" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSoQQ6-aNGw/T7AUI6RboNI/AAAAAAAAAxs/XJUy5BYcARE/s640/100_2321.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fSdhQR5Q3OI/T7AUUCX8_lI/AAAAAAAAAx0/0Hd55ZWr9VQ/s1600/100_2323.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dba="true" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fSdhQR5Q3OI/T7AUUCX8_lI/AAAAAAAAAx0/0Hd55ZWr9VQ/s640/100_2323.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And of course, spend time with Max.&amp;nbsp; He just makes me SO happy.&amp;nbsp; I hope someday he has the same appreciation for me that I have for my mom.&amp;nbsp; She's an amazing woman...always doing whatever she can for her children, even as grown adults.&amp;nbsp; I love you Mom! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6207592-168891157622167767?l=www.whattheharry.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/whattheharry/YqrG/~4/I5gR2DoAsfQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whattheharry.com/feeds/168891157622167767/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6207592&amp;postID=168891157622167767&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207592/posts/default/168891157622167767" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207592/posts/default/168891157622167767" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/whattheharry/YqrG/~3/I5gR2DoAsfQ/happy-mothers-day.html" title="Happy Mother's Day!" /><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278535019784626697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fjbf38K24h4/TwxgqCgdc6I/AAAAAAAAAfY/bIJd4EPdrJU/s220/41410002.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2xuM5WwbkSU/T7AVNOuLToI/AAAAAAAAAx8/f94ofNLfOFA/s72-c/IMG_3043.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.whattheharry.com/2012/05/happy-mothers-day.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6207592.post-745469498956783765</id><published>2012-05-07T12:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-05-07T12:23:41.547-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Maxwell" /><title type="text">And with that...</title><content type="html">... the birthday celebrations conclude.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still cant believe he is two.&amp;nbsp; He amazes me everyday with his little (or big) personality, his sense of humor, his inquisitiveness, his stubborness (oh yes! he got it from me, thats for sure!) and just his whole being.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe I am 'Mama' to this wonderful miracle.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday morning, he woke up, I said 'Happy Birthday!', he looked at me funny and went about his normal 'i just woke up and want to lay on mama's bed' routine.&amp;nbsp; But its when we came downstairs did his eyes light up!&amp;nbsp; He didnt know what to do...he stood there looking at the giant Thomas on the wall.&amp;nbsp; He pointed out the Happy Birthday banner hanging up.&amp;nbsp; He immediately ran to the basketball hoop.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wU_5rJ7Caj0/T6f_8CF3lLI/AAAAAAAAAwE/dT-oQs3YF7Y/s1600/IMG_3003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; 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cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" mea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UQo7xjQhvsE/T6f_9Np2dCI/AAAAAAAAAwM/kWhhe34P3UY/s640/IMG_3007.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Cupcakes at school! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-liLYzU1nTos/T6f_9xAMIyI/AAAAAAAAAwU/ZrEPKlMwY_k/s1600/IMG_3009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" mea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-liLYzU1nTos/T6f_9xAMIyI/AAAAAAAAAwU/ZrEPKlMwY_k/s640/IMG_3009.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wAvmO4EByNY/T6f_-1ev90I/AAAAAAAAAwc/pSmeOTId3wY/s1600/IMG_3010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" mea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wAvmO4EByNY/T6f_-1ev90I/AAAAAAAAAwc/pSmeOTId3wY/s640/IMG_3010.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Cupcakes at dinner!&amp;nbsp; (I took Max to the McDonald's playland.&amp;nbsp; He loved it&amp;nbsp;- just ran around for an hour, it was perfect!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jeHMpm20ANA/T6gACO9unVI/AAAAAAAAAws/jkKFJxRD9AM/s1600/IMG_3022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" mea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jeHMpm20ANA/T6gACO9unVI/AAAAAAAAAws/jkKFJxRD9AM/s640/IMG_3022.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Celebrating with the family on Sunday.&amp;nbsp; Cupcakes again! Holy cow! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKP2AlXPlzI/T6gAEDVRhTI/AAAAAAAAAw0/Gu0UK36XAsw/s1600/IMG_3027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" mea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZKP2AlXPlzI/T6gAEDVRhTI/AAAAAAAAAw0/Gu0UK36XAsw/s640/IMG_3027.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I also did a photo-booth again this year.&amp;nbsp; I just like the idea.&amp;nbsp; My sister-in-law and nephew Tyler missed Max's 1st birthday because of an illness, so this year I made sure I had this so they could join in on the fun.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4UVU3U61jCc/T6gEXi4ckEI/AAAAAAAAAxg/L8XFNXfFPG8/s1600/2012-05-07.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; 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margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" mea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nfDuYmqntgA/T6gD9dH_f8I/AAAAAAAAAxY/kySvNJN3FHQ/s640/IMG_3040.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V_4RuZ8_PpE/T6gD6zlulKI/AAAAAAAAAxA/CMvOF0FtjJo/s1600/IMG_3035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" mea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V_4RuZ8_PpE/T6gD6zlulKI/AAAAAAAAAxA/CMvOF0FtjJo/s640/IMG_3035.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6207592-745469498956783765?l=www.whattheharry.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/whattheharry/YqrG/~4/A_nMMlQGE_I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whattheharry.com/feeds/745469498956783765/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6207592&amp;postID=745469498956783765&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207592/posts/default/745469498956783765" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207592/posts/default/745469498956783765" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/whattheharry/YqrG/~3/A_nMMlQGE_I/and-with-that.html" title="And with that..." /><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278535019784626697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fjbf38K24h4/TwxgqCgdc6I/AAAAAAAAAfY/bIJd4EPdrJU/s220/41410002.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wU_5rJ7Caj0/T6f_8CF3lLI/AAAAAAAAAwE/dT-oQs3YF7Y/s72-c/IMG_3003.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.whattheharry.com/2012/05/and-with-that.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6207592.post-6595035611988663032</id><published>2012-05-01T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-05-01T23:30:17.667-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Maxwell" /><title type="text">Its starting to look a lot like...</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-46xPeHStHSQ/T6C2f1n77GI/AAAAAAAAAvg/uF-vaFXYHrA/s1600/IMG_2996.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" mea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-46xPeHStHSQ/T6C2f1n77GI/AAAAAAAAAvg/uF-vaFXYHrA/s640/IMG_2996.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q9-bteEWdss/T6C2gnjps5I/AAAAAAAAAvo/16SgXwR8mmQ/s1600/IMG_2997.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" mea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q9-bteEWdss/T6C2gnjps5I/AAAAAAAAAvo/16SgXwR8mmQ/s640/IMG_2997.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NBAZl-z014Q/T6C2hqIlK6I/AAAAAAAAAvw/MRWzEO8_BCs/s1600/IMG_2998.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" mea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NBAZl-z014Q/T6C2hqIlK6I/AAAAAAAAAvw/MRWzEO8_BCs/s640/IMG_2998.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;...someone's 2nd birthday.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it?&amp;nbsp; I surely cant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the fondant trains were my first ever attempt at fondant icing.&amp;nbsp; and without buying all the tools.&amp;nbsp; elementary looking, yes...but otherwise pleased with my freehand work. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6207592-6595035611988663032?l=www.whattheharry.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/whattheharry/YqrG/~4/C6JV5coFKBA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whattheharry.com/feeds/6595035611988663032/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6207592&amp;postID=6595035611988663032&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207592/posts/default/6595035611988663032" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207592/posts/default/6595035611988663032" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/whattheharry/YqrG/~3/C6JV5coFKBA/its-starting-to-look-lot-like.html" title="Its starting to look a lot like..." /><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278535019784626697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fjbf38K24h4/TwxgqCgdc6I/AAAAAAAAAfY/bIJd4EPdrJU/s220/41410002.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-46xPeHStHSQ/T6C2f1n77GI/AAAAAAAAAvg/uF-vaFXYHrA/s72-c/IMG_2996.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.whattheharry.com/2012/05/its-starting-to-look-lot-like.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6207592.post-2320546774563547160</id><published>2012-04-29T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-04-29T21:24:00.430-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Motherhood" /><title type="text">My Life.</title><content type="html">Lately I've been finding I dont spend a lot of time with Max.&amp;nbsp; He has mastered the art of Independent Play.&amp;nbsp; For the most part of last week I carried this tremendous, crippling guilt because of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why has Max mastered Independent Play?&amp;nbsp; Because I am trying to keep up with all my responsibilities that usually or can be split between a two parent household - you know cooking, cleaning, laundry, bills, etc.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each weekend I go into the weekend purposely making no plans so that I can spend quality time with Max, and each weekend, on Sunday nights as I rock him to sleep my heart sinks to my stomach and I feel bad because I didnt get to spend too much time with him.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(of course all of this could be solved by me not doing the cleaning, cooking, laundry and we can live like slobs but be deliriously happy)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I tried to spend some time with Max.&amp;nbsp; It doesnt help when he's being the typical toddler/two year old.&amp;nbsp; We went to the park this morning, stopped at the grocery store where he got to use the kiddie cart and walk through the store (where he normally sits in the big cart).&amp;nbsp; After nap, I sat him on my bed, taught him how to change the dvd's in the computer and I folded clothes while he 'watched' all of his videos.&amp;nbsp; Then we colored and played with all my scrapbooking supplies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the result of that 30 minute activity:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-USwDH9-wqh0/T531CglpM7I/AAAAAAAAAvU/kTYOpO7WiTo/s1600/IMG_2989.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-USwDH9-wqh0/T531CglpM7I/AAAAAAAAAvU/kTYOpO7WiTo/s640/IMG_2989.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Its hard to see, but there is a paper train taped to the door.&amp;nbsp; Every time he walks by it he says, 'Choo Choo!'.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(mind the terrible art work from mommy please! i never claimed to be able to draw!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had asked my sister Sharon earlier in the week if this guilt subsides, she said eventually it does.&amp;nbsp; It gets worse before it gets better.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope Max doesnt hate me, and will want to spend time with me after I&amp;nbsp;end my pity/guilt party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;A mom friend, Cristina, gave me a suggestion earlier this week about doing things after Max&amp;nbsp;goes to bed.&amp;nbsp; Not sure why I didnt think of it myself or two years ago, but once I start getting my energy back after #2, I might have to give this a try.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Common sense, right??&amp;nbsp; Duh, Melissa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6207592-2320546774563547160?l=www.whattheharry.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/whattheharry/YqrG/~4/XLH-P0Ui2kc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whattheharry.com/feeds/2320546774563547160/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6207592&amp;postID=2320546774563547160&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207592/posts/default/2320546774563547160" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207592/posts/default/2320546774563547160" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/whattheharry/YqrG/~3/XLH-P0Ui2kc/my-life.html" title="My Life." /><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278535019784626697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fjbf38K24h4/TwxgqCgdc6I/AAAAAAAAAfY/bIJd4EPdrJU/s220/41410002.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-USwDH9-wqh0/T531CglpM7I/AAAAAAAAAvU/kTYOpO7WiTo/s72-c/IMG_2989.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.whattheharry.com/2012/04/my-life.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6207592.post-4549343514656676711</id><published>2012-04-25T10:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-04-25T10:44:33.068-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Motherhood" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Maxwell" /><title type="text">Good Morning.</title><content type="html">I took this photo this morning when Max came into the bathroom as I was getting ready for work, just after he woke up and got himself out of bed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AU4cfGccb7M/T5gbcsKWKFI/AAAAAAAAAvI/VuYTK4Nuyrs/s1600/good+morning.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AU4cfGccb7M/T5gbcsKWKFI/AAAAAAAAAvI/VuYTK4Nuyrs/s640/good+morning.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I love that he wants to hug as soon as he wakes up.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6207592-4549343514656676711?l=www.whattheharry.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/whattheharry/YqrG/~4/cH2WhUa66Ko" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whattheharry.com/feeds/4549343514656676711/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6207592&amp;postID=4549343514656676711&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207592/posts/default/4549343514656676711" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207592/posts/default/4549343514656676711" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/whattheharry/YqrG/~3/cH2WhUa66Ko/good-morning.html" title="Good Morning." /><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278535019784626697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fjbf38K24h4/TwxgqCgdc6I/AAAAAAAAAfY/bIJd4EPdrJU/s220/41410002.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AU4cfGccb7M/T5gbcsKWKFI/AAAAAAAAAvI/VuYTK4Nuyrs/s72-c/good+morning.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.whattheharry.com/2012/04/good-morning.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6207592.post-4332920658174287534</id><published>2012-04-23T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-04-23T20:25:09.877-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mood" /><title type="text" /><content type="html">&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The other night I had a really weird dream, and well that doesn’t surprise me because I’ve been having weird dreams since being about 15 weeks pregnant.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;They say it’s a symptom of pregnancy, and I’ll agree!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Normally I just ignore the dreams, but this one on Friday night/Saturday morning has really freaked me out. Probably because I’ve never dreamt of this before.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;All I remember is being on a giant 747 taking off from Chicago, and then crashing on to one of the highways.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Literally the plane was bouncing, people were screaming, the top floor of the plane blew off…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And everyone walked away safe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Last night I Google’d ‘plane crash dream’ only because I needed to know what it meant, if anything.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I am not a big believer in the ‘subconscious talks to me through my dreams’ but I do know for a fact that if something is on your mind, it will appear in your dreams.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;What I didn’t realize was how much was on my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin: 3.75pt 6pt 5pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;Airplane Crash &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;To dream that a plane crashes signifies that you have set overly high and unrealistic goals for yourself. You are in danger of having those goals come crashing down. Alternatively, the crashing airplane represents your lack of confidence, self-defeating attitude and self-doubt. You do not believe in your own ability to achieve those goals. Loss of power and uncertainty in achieving your goals are also signified. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;Apparently I have some work to do! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, after a long morning of terrible two's and a long nap, we headed to a new park in the neighborhood.&amp;nbsp; This wasnt toddler friendly at all, but we made do.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ldWD3x6m8cY/T5WKmRrP_AI/AAAAAAAAAuY/u9d8gOpxsOg/s1600/IMG_2971.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ldWD3x6m8cY/T5WKmRrP_AI/AAAAAAAAAuY/u9d8gOpxsOg/s640/IMG_2971.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8MQOX-HoFkA/T5WKnQmZLNI/AAAAAAAAAug/cBvpgHs1Hk8/s1600/IMG_2972.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8MQOX-HoFkA/T5WKnQmZLNI/AAAAAAAAAug/cBvpgHs1Hk8/s640/IMG_2972.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R_fqkcLmgHk/T5WKnwe1_VI/AAAAAAAAAuo/Fs4Eap7dpfY/s1600/IMG_2973.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R_fqkcLmgHk/T5WKnwe1_VI/AAAAAAAAAuo/Fs4Eap7dpfY/s640/IMG_2973.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_zMuQiLubb8/T5WKozGSCnI/AAAAAAAAAuw/W9Bqkt2Mh6Y/s1600/IMG_2974.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_zMuQiLubb8/T5WKozGSCnI/AAAAAAAAAuw/W9Bqkt2Mh6Y/s640/IMG_2974.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y6SeohQ9qJM/T5WKpo7bqlI/AAAAAAAAAu4/lf0tbi_SYds/s1600/IMG_2975.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y6SeohQ9qJM/T5WKpo7bqlI/AAAAAAAAAu4/lf0tbi_SYds/s640/IMG_2975.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rR_pfx34nEM/T5WKqeXDbRI/AAAAAAAAAvA/woiby1G8jK4/s1600/IMG_2977.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rR_pfx34nEM/T5WKqeXDbRI/AAAAAAAAAvA/woiby1G8jK4/s640/IMG_2977.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The one cool thing about this park were the musical instruments or 'musical art'.&amp;nbsp; Max was fascinated by this keyboard, where you step or hop or jump on each of the tiles and it would ding.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately he was too light to do it on his own.&amp;nbsp; I stepped on it and it went 'DOOOOOONNNNNGG', as if 'WHOA! Sweetheart, heads up next time!'.&amp;nbsp; I was laughing so hard I think the only other parent at the park was looking at me funny!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6207592-4332920658174287534?l=www.whattheharry.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/whattheharry/YqrG/~4/Sonh-iYGErM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whattheharry.com/feeds/4332920658174287534/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6207592&amp;postID=4332920658174287534&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207592/posts/default/4332920658174287534" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207592/posts/default/4332920658174287534" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/whattheharry/YqrG/~3/Sonh-iYGErM/other-night-i-had-really-weird-dream.html" title="" /><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278535019784626697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fjbf38K24h4/TwxgqCgdc6I/AAAAAAAAAfY/bIJd4EPdrJU/s220/41410002.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ldWD3x6m8cY/T5WKmRrP_AI/AAAAAAAAAuY/u9d8gOpxsOg/s72-c/IMG_2971.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.whattheharry.com/2012/04/other-night-i-had-really-weird-dream.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6207592.post-8522271557612823769</id><published>2012-04-20T11:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-04-20T11:49:00.639-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Motherhood" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Maxwell" /><title type="text">The Week of the Young Child.</title><content type="html">Next week, school is celebrating the Week of the Young Child.&amp;nbsp; They asked the parents to write a letter to their child(ren) about how special they are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized I havent written a letter to Max in a while.&amp;nbsp; And when I started this I found myself saying the cliche stuff - i'd give my life for you, nothing else in the world matters, they are the best things that happened to me, etc.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left some of that in, but one of the last sentences I wrote basically summarized how I feel about Max.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Dear Max, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Its Mama.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I was asked to write to you about how special you are to me and I try to tell you this often, and I hope someday you’ll remember this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;You came at the perfect time of my life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You arrived in a perfect package.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I remember our first night alone together, I was afraid you didn’t know who I was so I held you throughout the night.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;You took some time to smile when you were younger, but you smile all the time now. And when I see your smile, nothing else in the world matters.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;I get excited to see you in the mornings, and at the end of the day during the week I practically run to where you are – at Grandma’s or school.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;On the weekends, we spend all of our time together and I miss you when you go to bed at night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;Its been almost two years now that you’ve been with me, and I am amazed how you’ve grown.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You are such a good, inquisitive boy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You wake up wanting to learn, read, explore and you do it all day long.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You make life interesting again.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would give my life for you, as any parent would for their child, but you Max, you brought me to life.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;I love you with all my heart, sweet boy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;The world is yours, &lt;br /&gt;Mama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now that is how I feel.&amp;nbsp; Of course I love him.&amp;nbsp; Of course I think I am pretty damn lucky he is a well-behaved kid.&amp;nbsp; Of course, he makes me smile, and I feel a happiness and joy I've never experienced before...but in the end, he brought me to life.&amp;nbsp; He's opened me up to experience all of this.&amp;nbsp; I love him so much.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Now if I could only get him to eat!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6207592-8522271557612823769?l=www.whattheharry.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/whattheharry/YqrG/~4/c3rkIRiiHX4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whattheharry.com/feeds/8522271557612823769/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6207592&amp;postID=8522271557612823769&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207592/posts/default/8522271557612823769" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207592/posts/default/8522271557612823769" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/whattheharry/YqrG/~3/c3rkIRiiHX4/week-of-young-child.html" title="The Week of the Young Child." /><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278535019784626697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fjbf38K24h4/TwxgqCgdc6I/AAAAAAAAAfY/bIJd4EPdrJU/s220/41410002.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.whattheharry.com/2012/04/week-of-young-child.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6207592.post-5375385349420838934</id><published>2012-04-19T10:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-04-19T10:37:21.483-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Motherhood" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food" /><title type="text">The Sneaky Chef.</title><content type="html">Ever heard of the The Sneaky Chef?&amp;nbsp; Or the concept to hide fruits and veggies in kid favorite foods?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max's pediatrician told me about this concept, referenced the cookbook by Jessica Seinfeld, when I was asking about nutrition and how can I get Max to eat more fruits and veggies.&amp;nbsp; I hopped on &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Amazon&lt;/a&gt;, looked up &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Deceptively-Delicious-Simple-Secrets-Eating/dp/006176793X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1334840134&amp;amp;sr=8-1" target="_blank"&gt;Deceptively Delicious&lt;/a&gt;, and found so-so reviews.&amp;nbsp; I also saw &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Sneaky-Chef-Strategies-Favorite/dp/0762430753/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1334840209&amp;amp;sr=8-3" target="_blank"&gt;The Sneaky Chef&lt;/a&gt;, and in its reviews someone did a comparison of the two cookbooks/methods.&amp;nbsp; Hands down this person preferred The Sneaky Chef.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to TSC's website, was able to try a free recipe (&lt;a href="http://www.thesneakychef.com/free_recipe_orange_puree.php" target="_blank"&gt;Orange Puree&lt;/a&gt;), and I'm impressed.&amp;nbsp; I made the &lt;a href="http://www.thesneakychef.com/free-recipe-speedy-chicken-parm-pops.php" target="_blank"&gt;Chicken Parm Pops&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Max didnt touch them (I dont think he likes things on his chicken nuggets!), but I tasted them and you cannot tell the pasta sauce&amp;nbsp;contains carrots and sweet potatoes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered the book.&amp;nbsp; (mind you I ordered a used book for a fraction of the price, like almost 80% difference!, thank you used book sellers!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zLTlapgyvaM/T5AOBiHJcyI/AAAAAAAAAuI/685Kla9NYw8/s1600/IMG_2969.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" qda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zLTlapgyvaM/T5AOBiHJcyI/AAAAAAAAAuI/685Kla9NYw8/s640/IMG_2969.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Last night I made homemade sorbet.&amp;nbsp; I love sorbet.&amp;nbsp; Always loved it, especially the rainbow kind.&amp;nbsp; But of course its full of sugar!&amp;nbsp; When I saw her recipe which is basically fruit I was excited to try it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fY8tvQkhxu0/T5AuQ8IPRTI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/JGQdgpFVQLE/s1600/IMG_2966.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" qda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fY8tvQkhxu0/T5AuQ8IPRTI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/JGQdgpFVQLE/s640/IMG_2966.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Homemade Fruit Sorbet&lt;/div&gt;1&amp;nbsp;1/2 cups of frozen fruit (I used strawberries)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup store bought juice (she recommends pomegranate which I will try, but I just used orange)&lt;br /&gt;2 tsp sugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add all ingredients into food processor and process until smooth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The results are a soft sorbet...still very yummy!&amp;nbsp; I put the left overs in the freezer to firm up.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I added whip cream and sprinkles to make it fun...Max took two bites of the whip cream and decided he was done.&amp;nbsp; (This is a whole other subject on how to get your toddler to eat!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I loved it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What I need to get is a proper food processor, my blender has been overused and is practically burnt out! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6207592-5375385349420838934?l=www.whattheharry.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/whattheharry/YqrG/~4/Ch-ykOn5hXA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whattheharry.com/feeds/5375385349420838934/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6207592&amp;postID=5375385349420838934&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207592/posts/default/5375385349420838934" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207592/posts/default/5375385349420838934" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/whattheharry/YqrG/~3/Ch-ykOn5hXA/sneaky-chef.html" title="The Sneaky Chef." /><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278535019784626697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fjbf38K24h4/TwxgqCgdc6I/AAAAAAAAAfY/bIJd4EPdrJU/s220/41410002.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zLTlapgyvaM/T5AOBiHJcyI/AAAAAAAAAuI/685Kla9NYw8/s72-c/IMG_2969.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.whattheharry.com/2012/04/sneaky-chef.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6207592.post-1147122304948078614</id><published>2012-04-18T12:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-04-18T12:33:39.797-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mood" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><title type="text">Life Block.</title><content type="html">Yesterday I took pictures of the grilled cheese sandwich making machine my mother found at the Goodwill, thinking I could write a post about how its brought simplicity and convenience to my life.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I was taking the pictures I realized I am Carrie Bradshaw in the episode of Sex and the City where she was experiencing writer's (or love) block, and decided to write about finding the perfect french fry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deleted the pictures from my camera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a little bit of a life block here.&amp;nbsp; Probably because its the last 5 weeks of my pregnancy.&amp;nbsp; Max is growing up some - talking so much more now, not listening just that much more.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I dont think&amp;nbsp;I am&amp;nbsp;mentally prepared for being a mom to two kids.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had some changes at home - Max now sleeps in a twin bed, no more crib.&amp;nbsp; We started talking about using the 'potty', and there isnt any objections.&amp;nbsp; I've sat him on the toilet twice now and he just asks what is going on.&amp;nbsp; I am preparing space for another child that I have no idea what will be like, how they will fit into my family dyanmic.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have no pictures.&amp;nbsp; I really dont have anything of value to say.&amp;nbsp; I have a list of to-do's to do at work and I am finding my days getting shorter (too many interruptions).&amp;nbsp; And I am SO ready for this pregnancy to be over.&amp;nbsp; I want my body back.&amp;nbsp; I want to wear cute clothes.&amp;nbsp; I want to color my hair (so so long overdue).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get into our new routine.&amp;nbsp; That should break the block for sure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6207592-1147122304948078614?l=www.whattheharry.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/whattheharry/YqrG/~4/GCUqZbueBGc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whattheharry.com/feeds/1147122304948078614/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6207592&amp;postID=1147122304948078614&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207592/posts/default/1147122304948078614" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207592/posts/default/1147122304948078614" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/whattheharry/YqrG/~3/GCUqZbueBGc/life-block.html" title="Life Block." /><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278535019784626697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fjbf38K24h4/TwxgqCgdc6I/AAAAAAAAAfY/bIJd4EPdrJU/s220/41410002.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.whattheharry.com/2012/04/life-block.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6207592.post-8671762202053288772</id><published>2012-04-11T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-04-11T22:05:13.978-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="shopping" /><title type="text">To Market, To Market.</title><content type="html">Today we had to stop on the way home for milk, carrots and a sweet potato.&amp;nbsp; Of course we tried Trader Joe's Sweet Tea and Leek dip at the sample counter.&amp;nbsp; (I walked back by the water to grab some as Max was having a hard time with the dip - not sure if he was into the consistency - what I should have done was taken a picture of his face! classic!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like that Trader Joe's has the mini-carts.&amp;nbsp; Today we learned how to use it.&amp;nbsp; He loved it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AVsbUGhVf3M/T4ZF8c5WUzI/AAAAAAAAAtw/oJw5lSbFo14/s1600/grocery+shopping.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" qda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AVsbUGhVf3M/T4ZF8c5WUzI/AAAAAAAAAtw/oJw5lSbFo14/s640/grocery+shopping.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6207592-8671762202053288772?l=www.whattheharry.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/whattheharry/YqrG/~4/vJLpx4eD0yA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whattheharry.com/feeds/8671762202053288772/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6207592&amp;postID=8671762202053288772&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207592/posts/default/8671762202053288772" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207592/posts/default/8671762202053288772" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/whattheharry/YqrG/~3/vJLpx4eD0yA/to-market-to-market.html" title="To Market, To Market." /><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278535019784626697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fjbf38K24h4/TwxgqCgdc6I/AAAAAAAAAfY/bIJd4EPdrJU/s220/41410002.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AVsbUGhVf3M/T4ZF8c5WUzI/AAAAAAAAAtw/oJw5lSbFo14/s72-c/grocery+shopping.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.whattheharry.com/2012/04/to-market-to-market.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6207592.post-4541358681307353086</id><published>2012-04-09T12:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-04-09T12:13:36.499-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="holiday" /><title type="text">Happy Easter!</title><content type="html">Happy Easter Everyone!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yeah, sorry this is a day late, but better late than never!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say for a holiday, one that isnt all that high up on my favorites list, it was a pretty enjoyable one.&amp;nbsp; I mean I never really even mentioned the Easter Bunny to Max.&amp;nbsp; We were at a park district event on Saturday and saw the Easter Bunny, and I was all 'Oh. Max. There's the Easter Bunny.&amp;nbsp; Say Hello.'&amp;nbsp; No enthusiasm, no trying to explain who he is, nothing.&amp;nbsp; We both looked at the bunny, and then turned away.&amp;nbsp; I am not sure what it is about Easter, but its just not as magical and cool as the others.&amp;nbsp; (Sorry Easter.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, Grandma and Ginga put on an awesome egg hunt for Max and the Twinkies.&amp;nbsp; They loved it!&amp;nbsp; Charlie started to cry when it was over.&amp;nbsp; Max kept asking for more eggs, even this morning when he woke up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High Five Grandma!&amp;nbsp; You've started a tradition!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ixJv8YT_hIM/T4MWLsPvNGI/AAAAAAAAAtA/PAenR9Zootg/s1600/IMG_2945.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" nda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ixJv8YT_hIM/T4MWLsPvNGI/AAAAAAAAAtA/PAenR9Zootg/s640/IMG_2945.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: left;"&gt;It was just a nice weekend - weather, family - all around.&amp;nbsp; I am way exhausted today sitting here at work, but its worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(and no i dont usually dress my son in sweats on a holiday...you see that was his &lt;u&gt;third&lt;/u&gt; outfit of the day.&amp;nbsp; boys.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6207592-4541358681307353086?l=www.whattheharry.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/whattheharry/YqrG/~4/pk3uh3sbN0A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whattheharry.com/feeds/4541358681307353086/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6207592&amp;postID=4541358681307353086&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207592/posts/default/4541358681307353086" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207592/posts/default/4541358681307353086" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/whattheharry/YqrG/~3/pk3uh3sbN0A/happy-easter.html" title="Happy Easter!" /><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278535019784626697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fjbf38K24h4/TwxgqCgdc6I/AAAAAAAAAfY/bIJd4EPdrJU/s220/41410002.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ixJv8YT_hIM/T4MWLsPvNGI/AAAAAAAAAtA/PAenR9Zootg/s72-c/IMG_2945.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.whattheharry.com/2012/04/happy-easter.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6207592.post-3625975098540449193</id><published>2012-04-03T12:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-04-03T12:57:35.574-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="budget" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food" /><title type="text">Dinners In.</title><content type="html">﻿ &lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8DgqKGbcYtc/T3s5ccHZmKI/AAAAAAAAAs4/jJbRljiq7o8/s1600/grocery+cart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dea="true" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8DgqKGbcYtc/T3s5ccHZmKI/AAAAAAAAAs4/jJbRljiq7o8/s640/grocery+cart.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/51982316@N00/2625739673/" target="_blank"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've challenged myself to no eating out whatsoever for the entire month of April.&amp;nbsp; All dinners in.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This includes coffees at work, treats at work, treats on the way to/from work and anything else that has a drive-thru and is convenient. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Earlier this year I was creating a new budget, seeing things are going to change here shortly (8 weeks from now!) and I need to really adhere to it.&amp;nbsp; Especially if I want to remain as debt-free as possible.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://eliseblaha.typepad.com/golden/2012/03/taco-tuesday.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Elise Blaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;has (and currently is) done this before.&amp;nbsp; She was my inspiration to give this challenge a&amp;nbsp;Go.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Today is day three.&amp;nbsp; With the exception of buying a drink yesterday at work as I was *craving* Coca-Cola and drank it like I've never will again, I've been doing okay in the challenge.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I did spend a little bit more in groceries over the weekend, but I usually spend that money on lunches out during the work week.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;If you are interested in joining me on the challenge, I would love to hear from you and any tips or meal ideas because I am sure Max will tire of chicken nuggets rather soon!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6207592-3625975098540449193?l=www.whattheharry.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/whattheharry/YqrG/~4/VGZjhWZfB7Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whattheharry.com/feeds/3625975098540449193/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6207592&amp;postID=3625975098540449193&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207592/posts/default/3625975098540449193" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207592/posts/default/3625975098540449193" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/whattheharry/YqrG/~3/VGZjhWZfB7Y/dinners-in.html" title="Dinners In." /><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278535019784626697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fjbf38K24h4/TwxgqCgdc6I/AAAAAAAAAfY/bIJd4EPdrJU/s220/41410002.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8DgqKGbcYtc/T3s5ccHZmKI/AAAAAAAAAs4/jJbRljiq7o8/s72-c/grocery+cart.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.whattheharry.com/2012/04/dinners-in.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6207592.post-7113854951936567351</id><published>2012-04-01T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-04-01T14:05:01.843-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sports" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Maxwell" /><title type="text">GOOOAAALLLL!</title><content type="html">Max started a soccer class this weekend.&amp;nbsp; I have to be honest and say that I am not a huge fan of soccer and I am not sure I really wanted him to take this class.&amp;nbsp; Then seeing how much he loves balls, and in just the last few weeks loves kicking them around the yard, I dont regret handing over the cash for this class.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides, the uniforms alone make it all worth it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrcPkQLI9do/T3ih-BnaCrI/AAAAAAAAArQ/uK5jjyvdMps/s1600/IMG_2905.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dea="true" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZrcPkQLI9do/T3ih-BnaCrI/AAAAAAAAArQ/uK5jjyvdMps/s640/IMG_2905.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And after the first 15 minutes or so, he got into it.&amp;nbsp; He wanted nothing to do with the bubbles and chasing the coach or the parachute.&amp;nbsp; But he was definitely all about throwing the balls into the net, kicking them, chasing them, and pointing out the deflated or 'broken' balls by saying, with an emphasis, 'Ewwwwwww!'.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QcBvlSiimVg/T3ih_IzASqI/AAAAAAAAArY/8zIKwMcb_u0/s1600/IMG_2906.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dea="true" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QcBvlSiimVg/T3ih_IzASqI/AAAAAAAAArY/8zIKwMcb_u0/s640/IMG_2906.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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If He finds pleasure in handing out complete crap to good people.&amp;nbsp; I dont know and that'll be one of the first things I say to Him when at the gates of Heaven.&amp;nbsp; I'll bitch at him non-stop for about a day or two, cool down and then he can let me in.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are definitely looking better today, but still not in the clear.&amp;nbsp; Maybe we will never be.&amp;nbsp; Maybe the message of 'living in the now' has to take place.&amp;nbsp; That is definitely a lifestyle change in this house, choosing to live in the now.&amp;nbsp; Honestly I dont think its a bad thing to take on.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By living in the now, I think I will get to see more of this.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L93__3cYZcE/T3PPgV1jG7I/AAAAAAAAAqY/eQJSfnvl-Ts/s1600/IMG_2882.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wkcp4YAgdfo/T3PPpxuLLtI/AAAAAAAAAq4/ZX_2rRB4AdQ/s1600/IMG_2885.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dea="true" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Wkcp4YAgdfo/T3PPpxuLLtI/AAAAAAAAAq4/ZX_2rRB4AdQ/s640/IMG_2885.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4G15NqBjuKc/T3PPjyUqUKI/AAAAAAAAAqw/iBwLFAVHjt4/s1600/IMG_2886.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dea="true" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4G15NqBjuKc/T3PPjyUqUKI/AAAAAAAAAqw/iBwLFAVHjt4/s640/IMG_2886.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He's trying very hard to figure it out.&amp;nbsp; I dont want to miss out on these things, so stepping back and taking deep breaths will be necessary.&amp;nbsp; However, I think I will find myself much more pleased when I do.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6207592-1237263799279791875?l=www.whattheharry.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/whattheharry/YqrG/~4/sZQaY0MVxo4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whattheharry.com/feeds/1237263799279791875/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6207592&amp;postID=1237263799279791875&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207592/posts/default/1237263799279791875" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207592/posts/default/1237263799279791875" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/whattheharry/YqrG/~3/sZQaY0MVxo4/sometimes.html" title="Sometimes." /><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278535019784626697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fjbf38K24h4/TwxgqCgdc6I/AAAAAAAAAfY/bIJd4EPdrJU/s220/41410002.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L93__3cYZcE/T3PPgV1jG7I/AAAAAAAAAqY/eQJSfnvl-Ts/s72-c/IMG_2882.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.whattheharry.com/2012/03/sometimes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6207592.post-3231413984991327714</id><published>2012-03-27T12:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-03-27T12:08:55.318-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><title type="text">Reality.</title><content type="html">&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EKzMMNHQBPY/T3HxWL_FxDI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/DdY4wDHzSy4/s1600/black+cloud.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dea="true" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EKzMMNHQBPY/T3HxWL_FxDI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/DdY4wDHzSy4/s640/black+cloud.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jonny2love/4295758353/" target="_blank"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;To say the least, the last couple of days have been not-so-great.&amp;nbsp; My heart is&amp;nbsp;low, my fear is high.&amp;nbsp; I try to find comfort in what is 'normal' but that no longer exists.&amp;nbsp; A new normal is on the horizon.&amp;nbsp; One that I am not sure I like.&amp;nbsp; One I definitely have no say in.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;There isnt anything wrong with Nameless #2, or Max.&amp;nbsp; Or me.&amp;nbsp; I am just angry right now as someone I love&amp;nbsp;has been dealt a card that no one ever wants.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I could be angry wtih God.&amp;nbsp; And I might be, I havent decided yet.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;There is bright sunshine in the photo above, behind the black cloud.&amp;nbsp; I am going to take that, remember that, implant that in my brain that this card is not the end-all of all things.&amp;nbsp; I wont accept that.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6207592-3231413984991327714?l=www.whattheharry.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/whattheharry/YqrG/~4/1UJ8ry77dUs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whattheharry.com/feeds/3231413984991327714/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6207592&amp;postID=3231413984991327714&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207592/posts/default/3231413984991327714" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207592/posts/default/3231413984991327714" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/whattheharry/YqrG/~3/1UJ8ry77dUs/reality.html" title="Reality." /><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278535019784626697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fjbf38K24h4/TwxgqCgdc6I/AAAAAAAAAfY/bIJd4EPdrJU/s220/41410002.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EKzMMNHQBPY/T3HxWL_FxDI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/DdY4wDHzSy4/s72-c/black+cloud.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.whattheharry.com/2012/03/reality.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6207592.post-2822907510645774011</id><published>2012-03-23T07:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-03-23T07:00:13.605-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="food" /><title type="text">Banana Chocolate Chip Muffins.</title><content type="html">What to do with a banana that has had a couple of bites taken out of it and someone doesnt want it anymore?&amp;nbsp; Cut off a few pieces, mash up and make muffins! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qLtjPIlUkls/T2vb_B3Q4uI/AAAAAAAAAqI/F6CCK3e8qwE/s1600/IMG_2903.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img aea="true" border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qLtjPIlUkls/T2vb_B3Q4uI/AAAAAAAAAqI/F6CCK3e8qwE/s640/IMG_2903.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I usually dont buy bananas for this exact reason, because I dont eat them, they will go to waste.&amp;nbsp; Today, not sure what made me think to make muffins, but I did, and they are tasty! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Baker's note - I only used the 2/3 banana that was left-over, I did not use the whole 3 mashed bananas.&amp;nbsp; These have a cupcake like consistency.&amp;nbsp; They also took about 25 minutes, but after 15 mins I would set the timer at 3 minute intervals until toothpick check was clean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Banana Chocolate Chip Muffins&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 c vegetable oil &lt;br /&gt;2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;1 c sugar&lt;br /&gt;3 TBsp milk&lt;br /&gt;1 Tsp baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1/2 Tsp vanilla&lt;br /&gt;3 bananas, mashed&lt;br /&gt;2 c flour&lt;br /&gt;1 c chocolate chips (though i always add more!)&lt;br /&gt;nuts, optional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beat together oil, eggs, sugar and milk&amp;nbsp;with electric mixer.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Add baking soda, vanilla, bananas and flour. Mix well.&lt;br /&gt;Stir in by hand chocolate chips and nuts. &lt;br /&gt;Fill greased muffin tins (or use paper cups) about 3/4 full.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Bake @ 350 for 15 minutes.&amp;nbsp; (see note above)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6207592-2822907510645774011?l=www.whattheharry.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/whattheharry/YqrG/~4/_eIofRzJ1Ro" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whattheharry.com/feeds/2822907510645774011/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6207592&amp;postID=2822907510645774011&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207592/posts/default/2822907510645774011" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207592/posts/default/2822907510645774011" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/whattheharry/YqrG/~3/_eIofRzJ1Ro/banana-chocolate-chip-muffins.html" title="Banana Chocolate Chip Muffins." /><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278535019784626697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fjbf38K24h4/TwxgqCgdc6I/AAAAAAAAAfY/bIJd4EPdrJU/s220/41410002.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qLtjPIlUkls/T2vb_B3Q4uI/AAAAAAAAAqI/F6CCK3e8qwE/s72-c/IMG_2903.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.whattheharry.com/2012/03/banana-chocolate-chip-muffins.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6207592.post-532522826089036406</id><published>2012-03-22T08:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-03-22T08:03:53.477-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="toddler stuff" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="spring" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><title type="text">This is how we roll.</title><content type="html">This is how we celebrate the first day of Spring.&amp;nbsp; Especially when its 80+ degrees outside,&amp;nbsp;and is completely not normal for Chicago in March.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have fudgesicles.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkCvxtxd5cA/T2shcQnsWCI/AAAAAAAAAqA/hV0dGZhm1Cg/s1600/1st+day+of+spring.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img aea="true" border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkCvxtxd5cA/T2shcQnsWCI/AAAAAAAAAqA/hV0dGZhm1Cg/s640/1st+day+of+spring.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I made a Mommy mistake with this.&amp;nbsp; I should have taken off his clothes!&amp;nbsp; It was a mess, and I think it ruined the outfit, which was one of my favorites.&amp;nbsp; (might be heading back to the store to buy a replacement.)&amp;nbsp; I definitely learned my lesson.&amp;nbsp; No need for people to tell me.&amp;nbsp; There are just some things you have to figure out on your own and being a parent of a toddler, again, is a first for me.&amp;nbsp; ﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We hope you have a fantastic Spring season!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(ok Chicago, back to normal please.&amp;nbsp; its going to be April soon, start bringing on the snow.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6207592-532522826089036406?l=www.whattheharry.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/whattheharry/YqrG/~4/wfe8JTZ6ej4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whattheharry.com/feeds/532522826089036406/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6207592&amp;postID=532522826089036406&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207592/posts/default/532522826089036406" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207592/posts/default/532522826089036406" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/whattheharry/YqrG/~3/wfe8JTZ6ej4/this-is-how-we-roll.html" title="This is how we roll." /><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278535019784626697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fjbf38K24h4/TwxgqCgdc6I/AAAAAAAAAfY/bIJd4EPdrJU/s220/41410002.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RkCvxtxd5cA/T2shcQnsWCI/AAAAAAAAAqA/hV0dGZhm1Cg/s72-c/1st+day+of+spring.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.whattheharry.com/2012/03/this-is-how-we-roll.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6207592.post-6264736410552207499</id><published>2012-03-19T15:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-03-19T15:33:42.797-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mood" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="health" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baby" /><title type="text">30 Weeks.</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n_IN273jDhU/T2eUlNrKYBI/AAAAAAAAAp4/GU8Vk0-_pJc/s1600/IMG_2895.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img aea="true" border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n_IN273jDhU/T2eUlNrKYBI/AAAAAAAAAp4/GU8Vk0-_pJc/s640/IMG_2895.JPG" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here I am thirty weeks pregnant.&amp;nbsp; I used to take a picture every week during my pregnancy with Max.&amp;nbsp; I tried to commit to that same task with this one, as I didnt want for Nameless #2 to fall into the typical 'subsequent child' syndrome - where there are no pictures, no details in a baby book, etc, etc, etc, but I have in fact fallen into this.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent gained as much as I have at this point in my pregnancy as I did with Max, but I am definitely bigger this time.&amp;nbsp; (and I have yet to clean the full length mirror that I use!)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can say this, my energy is basically in the negative zone, meaning I have none. Zero. I have enough to get to work, come home take care of Max and I find myself closing my eyes whenever I can.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss it.&amp;nbsp; I am not one who takes naps during the day/weekend.&amp;nbsp; I am one who pretty much has energy all day long.&amp;nbsp; I have even more energy when I eat healthy and exercise (even if its a walk around the neighborhood wtih Max).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worry with Nameless #2, I wont have this energy back.&amp;nbsp; I am not one who lays around and does nothing.&amp;nbsp; I like to be outside when its nice.&amp;nbsp; I like to do things on the weekends.&amp;nbsp; I like to feel like I am living.&amp;nbsp; And with Nameless #2, I worry that I wont be able to do all the things that I want to do and that I should do with the kids.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Any of my multiple child moms have any advice?&amp;nbsp; Does the energy return?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6207592-6264736410552207499?l=www.whattheharry.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/whattheharry/YqrG/~4/WRQKshG03zU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whattheharry.com/feeds/6264736410552207499/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6207592&amp;postID=6264736410552207499&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207592/posts/default/6264736410552207499" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207592/posts/default/6264736410552207499" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/whattheharry/YqrG/~3/WRQKshG03zU/30-weeks.html" title="30 Weeks." /><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278535019784626697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fjbf38K24h4/TwxgqCgdc6I/AAAAAAAAAfY/bIJd4EPdrJU/s220/41410002.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n_IN273jDhU/T2eUlNrKYBI/AAAAAAAAAp4/GU8Vk0-_pJc/s72-c/IMG_2895.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.whattheharry.com/2012/03/30-weeks.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6207592.post-2024097732451693773</id><published>2012-03-14T12:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-03-14T12:31:00.548-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mood" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Inspiration" /><title type="text">Another Every Day.</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WX5B7-xuy3Y/T1-CURokZRI/AAAAAAAAApw/yAv_wRLl1E0/s1600/IMG_2880.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img aea="true" border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WX5B7-xuy3Y/T1-CURokZRI/AAAAAAAAApw/yAv_wRLl1E0/s640/IMG_2880.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;That sentence has really struck me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.soulemama.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Soulemama&lt;/a&gt; used it to close out one of her &lt;a href="http://www.soulemama.com/soulemama/2012/03/this-place.html" target="_blank"&gt;posts&lt;/a&gt;, and I couldnt help but reflect on that.&amp;nbsp; Another every day.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Dont get me wrong, I like it.&amp;nbsp; I like that it forced me to stop all the unnecessary-ness on Monday and just be with Max.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d8XgIlXANrM/T1-CPzy0w1I/AAAAAAAAApQ/fJP1pc-HFWc/s1600/IMG_2876.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img aea="true" border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d8XgIlXANrM/T1-CPzy0w1I/AAAAAAAAApQ/fJP1pc-HFWc/s640/IMG_2876.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;like that it has made me think about all the every days we'll have, and how I want to make them as worthwhile as possible.&amp;nbsp; Somedays are harder than others, like for example Sunday with the time change the dude didnt go to bed until 9pm.&amp;nbsp; I was literally asleep in&amp;nbsp;bed, while he sat next to me watching a video on my laptop.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Then somedays are easy, like Monday.&amp;nbsp; Though I worked late, I didnt feel the need to get dinner on the table immediately and instead we hung outside for a while.&amp;nbsp; I can tell he loved it.&amp;nbsp; I enjoyed being outside in the fresh air myself (especially after a long day in the office).&amp;nbsp; This just might become part of the routine.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BsF3TSaifPo/T1-CTCZIY0I/AAAAAAAAApg/6-EDk6X-Qrs/s1600/IMG_2878.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img aea="true" border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BsF3TSaifPo/T1-CTCZIY0I/AAAAAAAAApg/6-EDk6X-Qrs/s640/IMG_2878.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SI6HD9DQzAU/T1-CTsx1YzI/AAAAAAAAApo/-JZKJMG9j5s/s1600/IMG_2879.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img aea="true" border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SI6HD9DQzAU/T1-CTsx1YzI/AAAAAAAAApo/-JZKJMG9j5s/s640/IMG_2879.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;With all the events in life - birthdays, school parties, sporting, holidays, etc - I want Max to remember these days in between, the every day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ps - dont make fun of my lame-ass sidewalk drawings or the nastiness left over from last years foilage! ;o)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6207592-2024097732451693773?l=www.whattheharry.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/whattheharry/YqrG/~4/VC-bKxRH7dA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whattheharry.com/feeds/2024097732451693773/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6207592&amp;postID=2024097732451693773&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207592/posts/default/2024097732451693773" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207592/posts/default/2024097732451693773" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/whattheharry/YqrG/~3/VC-bKxRH7dA/another-every-day.html" title="Another Every Day." /><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278535019784626697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fjbf38K24h4/TwxgqCgdc6I/AAAAAAAAAfY/bIJd4EPdrJU/s220/41410002.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WX5B7-xuy3Y/T1-CURokZRI/AAAAAAAAApw/yAv_wRLl1E0/s72-c/IMG_2880.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.whattheharry.com/2012/03/another-every-day.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6207592.post-2996546858170990589</id><published>2012-03-13T06:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-03-13T06:30:00.802-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><title type="text">Sunday Story.</title><content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cfu1RY-KQIQ/T105JBdbprI/AAAAAAAAApI/QGj_tb9mrS4/s1600/sunday+story.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cfu1RY-KQIQ/T105JBdbprI/AAAAAAAAApI/QGj_tb9mrS4/s640/sunday+story.jpg" width="640" yda="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Another Sunday. &lt;/div&gt;-Slept in, not intentionally because of the time change, so we didnt make it to church.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;-The Twinkies spent the night at Grandma's; they came over after they got up to help with painting (another major much-needed decorating project).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;-The Three Musketeers (or 3M as I'll call them), hung out and played OUTSIDE as it was so nice outside.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;-Thank you to my brother for hanging a curtain rod for me.&amp;nbsp; Much Appreciated!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6207592-2996546858170990589?l=www.whattheharry.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/whattheharry/YqrG/~4/dOxKhhF98_w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whattheharry.com/feeds/2996546858170990589/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6207592&amp;postID=2996546858170990589&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207592/posts/default/2996546858170990589" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207592/posts/default/2996546858170990589" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/whattheharry/YqrG/~3/dOxKhhF98_w/sunday-story_13.html" title="Sunday Story." /><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278535019784626697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fjbf38K24h4/TwxgqCgdc6I/AAAAAAAAAfY/bIJd4EPdrJU/s220/41410002.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cfu1RY-KQIQ/T105JBdbprI/AAAAAAAAApI/QGj_tb9mrS4/s72-c/sunday+story.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.whattheharry.com/2012/03/sunday-story_13.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6207592.post-4256473671452708385</id><published>2012-03-11T18:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-03-11T18:33:26.041-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="city" /><title type="text">Chicago French Market.</title><content type="html">On Saturday Max and I headed into the city (his first trip ever!) to check out the &lt;a href="http://www.frenchmarketchicago.com/" target="_blank"&gt;French Market&lt;/a&gt; at the Northwestern train station.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ENonemFu6xo/T10zSdJPUYI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/TRN9Ka6L058/s1600/IMG_2855.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ENonemFu6xo/T10zSdJPUYI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/TRN9Ka6L058/s640/IMG_2855.JPG" width="640" yda="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We had a change in plans and it was&amp;nbsp;a total last minute decision.&amp;nbsp; I am glad I was a bit flexible (normally I am not and have to plan and mentally prepare for events), and it worked out great!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to work directly across the street from the market and have mixed emotions about it - one, WHY wasnt it there when I was working in the city??? and two, SO glad it wasnt there, I'd be 500lbs and poor as heck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place is literally a market, though most vendors have food to serve.&amp;nbsp; My favorite?&amp;nbsp; Toss up between the crepes and the cheese vendors.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-joS9ij7qF2g/T10zzqT3GYI/AAAAAAAAApA/J5i2k_DUNT8/s1600/IMG_2862.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-joS9ij7qF2g/T10zzqT3GYI/AAAAAAAAApA/J5i2k_DUNT8/s640/IMG_2862.JPG" width="640" yda="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NQuKIyMl7tI/T10zrVL3coI/AAAAAAAAAoo/KeA6E6e9Eks/s1600/IMG_2865.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NQuKIyMl7tI/T10zrVL3coI/AAAAAAAAAoo/KeA6E6e9Eks/s640/IMG_2865.JPG" width="640" yda="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vHbe5vRCDvs/T10znW5R_PI/AAAAAAAAAoY/icIuJv78Qqc/s1600/IMG_2863.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vHbe5vRCDvs/T10znW5R_PI/AAAAAAAAAoY/icIuJv78Qqc/s640/IMG_2863.JPG" width="640" yda="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5BavFD7hVp8/T10zozg9N5I/AAAAAAAAAog/E4Yy9W0ClXM/s1600/IMG_2864.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5BavFD7hVp8/T10zozg9N5I/AAAAAAAAAog/E4Yy9W0ClXM/s640/IMG_2864.JPG" width="640" yda="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u_lPuExUo-U/T10ztA_eHMI/AAAAAAAAAo4/ORCG33XeH0g/s1600/IMG_2861.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u_lPuExUo-U/T10ztA_eHMI/AAAAAAAAAo4/ORCG33XeH0g/s640/IMG_2861.JPG" width="640" yda="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I found parking about a block away, that we had to walk under a set of el tracks.&amp;nbsp; Max was literally screaming, 'CHOO CHOO!', every two minutes (or according to the train schedule!).&amp;nbsp; Before we left, we hung out in the parking lot for a few extra minutes to see just a few more trains.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is definitely a place we'll go back to.&amp;nbsp; Maybe next time when we head into the city, we can stay longer, but for the first trip ever together - it was perfect!&amp;nbsp; Made our Saturday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6207592-4256473671452708385?l=www.whattheharry.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/whattheharry/YqrG/~4/T-9qXETwhm8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whattheharry.com/feeds/4256473671452708385/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6207592&amp;postID=4256473671452708385&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207592/posts/default/4256473671452708385" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207592/posts/default/4256473671452708385" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/whattheharry/YqrG/~3/T-9qXETwhm8/chicago-french-market.html" title="Chicago French Market." /><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278535019784626697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fjbf38K24h4/TwxgqCgdc6I/AAAAAAAAAfY/bIJd4EPdrJU/s220/41410002.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ENonemFu6xo/T10zSdJPUYI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/TRN9Ka6L058/s72-c/IMG_2855.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.whattheharry.com/2012/03/chicago-french-market.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6207592.post-4698199492823358359</id><published>2012-03-08T10:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-03-08T10:41:13.745-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="creative" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="green" /><title type="text">Creativity.</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I said in a previous post that I am not one to hinder’s anyone creative expression.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And its true.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;In fact I encourage people to be creative, because I know what it does for me – allows something in the brain to release and I feel good.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Whether this something is a chemical or hypothetical (meaning there is nothing and its just a good distraction from the regular day stresses), either way I think it does one good.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Everyone’s creativity is different.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Some are similar, but no two are alike.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And I like that.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;(its taken me many years to figure it out!)&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;As you can see for me, I am not one to come up with the fantastic ideas, but I can follow-thru with a task and feel good that I was able to take something from ‘blah’ and make it into ‘voila!’.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;My dad can do the same.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I think he has a natural talent for woodworking.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;At my request, he made Max a teether, out of a piece of Maple wood.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It is so fabulous, that I might hold it for Nameless #2 (don’t even ask, I got nothing!).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I was very much surprised when I collected the mail to see the package from Dad.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I ripped it open at once (because I can and normally I do with any goodie that comes in the mail) and I jumped for joy with excitement.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I literally had to inspect it to see if it was handmade because it is so well done.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KbgGbc9wRyI/T1jgJ3mPdbI/AAAAAAAAAn4/jzsJihfFBQ8/s1600/IMG_2853.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KbgGbc9wRyI/T1jgJ3mPdbI/AAAAAAAAAn4/jzsJihfFBQ8/s640/IMG_2853.JPG" width="640" yda="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Wood teethers are popular on Etsy, some as expensive as $15 each.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I had purchased one previously for Max and paid roughly $20, but have since lost it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I was going to buy another one, but I decided to ask Dad instead – for one, I know he enjoys making the stuff, two, it’ll be a special gift that I’ll save for the boys.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;We had to give it a test run last night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wbZOjE022UY/T1jgW5YUmtI/AAAAAAAAAoA/o3f3f-MAEjY/s1600/IMG_2851.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wbZOjE022UY/T1jgW5YUmtI/AAAAAAAAAoA/o3f3f-MAEjY/s640/IMG_2851.JPG" width="640" yda="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9gY3UulnIXE/T1jgYXBxiFI/AAAAAAAAAoI/czHFXxXkYbs/s1600/IMG_2852.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9gY3UulnIXE/T1jgYXBxiFI/AAAAAAAAAoI/czHFXxXkYbs/s640/IMG_2852.JPG" width="640" yda="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Any teether is good for a child who is teething, but I prefer something that wasn’t made in China (even though it would meet the child safety standards).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Something about supporting us folks here at home makes me feel better.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;You’re awesome Dad! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6207592-4698199492823358359?l=www.whattheharry.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/whattheharry/YqrG/~4/URkUWknjX2o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whattheharry.com/feeds/4698199492823358359/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6207592&amp;postID=4698199492823358359&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207592/posts/default/4698199492823358359" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6207592/posts/default/4698199492823358359" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/whattheharry/YqrG/~3/URkUWknjX2o/creativity.html" title="Creativity." /><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00278535019784626697</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fjbf38K24h4/TwxgqCgdc6I/AAAAAAAAAfY/bIJd4EPdrJU/s220/41410002.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KbgGbc9wRyI/T1jgJ3mPdbI/AAAAAAAAAn4/jzsJihfFBQ8/s72-c/IMG_2853.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.whattheharry.com/2012/03/creativity.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

