<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:09:33.305-08:00</updated><category term='http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif'/><title type='text'>Our Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-6506957888869735801</id><published>2009-10-08T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T13:02:33.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss5FUVMzZjI/AAAAAAAAApg/j4BeAt0QMS4/s1600-h/rain+boots+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss5FUVMzZjI/AAAAAAAAApg/j4BeAt0QMS4/s320/rain+boots+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390322019599607346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to attempt logging into my blog today and couldn't hardly remember what my email address and password were.  Oops...I suppose that's a sign that I haven't been a very good blogger for quite some time.  Now that I am logged in, I am seeing that the background and all sorts of things need to be updated, but we'll save that for a later date.  Until then, let's take a sneak peek inside the Garza Family and see what's been going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally put in my notice at work so the 30th will be my last and final day of commuting the insane 80 miles each way to and from work.  I can't hardly wait to be able to spend more time with Enzo as well as more time with Alabe when he is home.  I haven't had this opportunity, pretty much ever, and I am going to give it my all and make the best of being at home.  I'm excited to finally be able to enjoy my family, my home and my pregnancy without the added stress.  16 more work days to go, you better bet I'm counting.  I went to my prenatal appointment yesterday and met up with my new Dr.  I am very sad to leave what I was so familiar with and I didn't realize how much I appreciated the previous Doctor's office until now, but I'm looking at the positive and looking forward to more appointments, starting next week.  My blood pressure has taken a hike up, so it's nice to know my new Doctor is staying on top of it and watching over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from Alabe's work schedule, he is now taking on the role of staying with Enzo while I work and he is off work.  It's been working out great, Enzo adores him and Alabe is such a good daddy to him.  I couldn't ask for a better man in our life, we are super blessed.  The Railroad work is chuggin' along, but in this Economy you never know what can happen next.  I'm praying that all goes well and we will be blessed in all aspects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enzo, oh Enzo!  His sure is a JOY in our life.  This little guy thinks about candy and cookies from sun up to sun down.  Where is he getting all this junk?  I tend to give him one piece a day and remind him that he can only have one, but he never stops asking and freaking out because he can't have it.  I have recently started with the "time out" method of child rearing and as much as it makes me sad, I'm hoping for some postive results out of it.  I ask my lil' guy if he wants to go in time out and he will shake his head yes, so I say "ok go" and he walks to his spot and sits down.  It took him no time to figure out that was the "time out" spot.  Sometimes he balls his eyes out, gets red faced with alligator tears, but mama stays strong and makes sure he understands why he is there and make him apologize.  It's so sweet to hear his "sorry" after he has done something and get the sweet kiss from him.  On another note, Enzo is SMART!  He counts with me, usually only one, two repeatedly on his own, we sing our ABC's together, he sings songs, acts out songs, has an amazing vocabularly and sure does try to manipulate.  I had to refrain from laughing the other day when I told him it was bedtime and he hid under his bed.  After dragging him out and lying him down, he pops up and starts laughing while jumping up and down.  Oh my, I kept a straight face while laughing on the inside and got him to go back down.  Speaking of beds, we bought Enzo a Tikes Toddler Car Bed and are excited to transition him soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much more to share, but so little time to do so...unti next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-6506957888869735801?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/6506957888869735801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=6506957888869735801&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/6506957888869735801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/6506957888869735801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2009/10/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss5FUVMzZjI/AAAAAAAAApg/j4BeAt0QMS4/s72-c/rain+boots+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-6227140788137435168</id><published>2009-06-18T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T12:26:38.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sweet Joy In Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;EnZo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been quite the experience watching Enzo grow lately. I was finally able to spend an entire week with him, I don't think I have since he was 6 weeks old. I can honestly say I learned a lot from our time together and I'm so very grateful for every moment we had. Enzo truly is a character, full of smiles and is constantly trying to be a little show off toward whomever is around. He likes the attention, there is no doubt about that. If you are laying on the ground, watch out, he will come up and body slam you without warning. Not only will he do this to you, but almost whatever is laying around on the floor, couch or even from your body to the floor. He once was standing on my stomach and took a huge dive and face planted in to the carpet. He didn't move for a moment and then got up and ran like nothing happened as I laughed uncontrollably wondering what on Earth he was thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on our vacation Enzo started with the "I want..." It's any where from "I want bite to I want cereal" I love it when it talks to me and his vocabulary is growing more and more every day. He will pretty much copy whatever you say, so watch what you say in front of this lil' guy. HE WILL REPEAT! He shows a love for dinosaurs which brings a smile to my face because of Danny. I think his 2 favorite toys are dinosaurs and cars. When he has a dinosaur in hand, most times you will find him saying Rawwwrrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from being a joy and growing more and more every day, I learned it's time to start setting boundaries for the little man. Enzo thinks it's funny to slap people, whether it's me, kids at daycare or just some one playing around with him. I don't think his intensions are to be harsh, I think it's all in fun and to get a reaction, but none the less it's something we are working on. Also, if you are eating dinner with him, watch your plate, he will without warning reach over and steal your food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;This is just Enzo being his cute self...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SjqULXlFY2I/AAAAAAAAAos/-rkpRnVW8hU/s1600-h/enzo+car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SjqULXlFY2I/AAAAAAAAAos/-rkpRnVW8hU/s320/enzo+car.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348750430484915042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enzo's 1st ride in the MUSTANG!  His smirk was out of JOY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SjqULcLej4I/AAAAAAAAAok/x7EHtb2sE2g/s1600-h/Mustang+Ride+Smirk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SjqULcLej4I/AAAAAAAAAok/x7EHtb2sE2g/s320/Mustang+Ride+Smirk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348750431719690114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1st ride in the MUSTANG and a little unsure of the sound and power!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SjqULCBM2UI/AAAAAAAAAoc/W4wehlNrt_I/s1600-h/Mustang+Ride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SjqULCBM2UI/AAAAAAAAAoc/W4wehlNrt_I/s320/Mustang+Ride.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348750424697264450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enzo pulling the MINE card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SjqULjBrpuI/AAAAAAAAAo0/A4vEoW4a3Uw/s1600-h/Enzo+MINE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SjqULjBrpuI/AAAAAAAAAo0/A4vEoW4a3Uw/s320/Enzo+MINE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348750433557653218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-6227140788137435168?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/6227140788137435168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=6227140788137435168&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/6227140788137435168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/6227140788137435168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-sweet-joy-in-life.html' title='My Sweet Joy In Life'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SjqULXlFY2I/AAAAAAAAAos/-rkpRnVW8hU/s72-c/enzo+car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-9121102837670807077</id><published>2009-06-18T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T12:06:37.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A sneak peak in to our vacation</title><content type='html'>I will be downloading more pictures next week. On my trip to California, A BIG THANKS TO KEITH FOR MAKING IT HAPPEN, we were able to visit the Sequoia National Forest. It was a long windy road up, but once there it was pretty amazing to see. On our way down we saw a Black Bear which made the entire trip up the Mountain that much more worth it. Poor Alex got car sick and we had to pull over, good thing the bear wasn't present at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SjqP-wE4-kI/AAAAAAAAAoM/RpFIUKU3-5Y/s1600-h/4763_1104268579012_1595688971_243833_6574794_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SjqP-wE4-kI/AAAAAAAAAoM/RpFIUKU3-5Y/s320/4763_1104268579012_1595688971_243833_6574794_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348745815675959874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SjqP-uPsTtI/AAAAAAAAAoE/09Lv9H4KYyU/s1600-h/4763_1104262418858_1595688971_243808_2374955_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SjqP-uPsTtI/AAAAAAAAAoE/09Lv9H4KYyU/s320/4763_1104262418858_1595688971_243808_2374955_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348745815184395986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SjqP-cKbGdI/AAAAAAAAAn8/G0pjf7zyC2Y/s1600-h/2009+seq.+trees1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SjqP-cKbGdI/AAAAAAAAAn8/G0pjf7zyC2Y/s320/2009+seq.+trees1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348745810330458578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SjqP_EW0ssI/AAAAAAAAAoU/GyWYeC17_OA/s1600-h/By+Alex+seq.+nat+20091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SjqP_EW0ssI/AAAAAAAAAoU/GyWYeC17_OA/s320/By+Alex+seq.+nat+20091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348745821119886018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-9121102837670807077?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/9121102837670807077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=9121102837670807077&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/9121102837670807077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/9121102837670807077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2009/06/sneak-peak-in-to-our-vacation.html' title='A sneak peak in to our vacation'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SjqP-wE4-kI/AAAAAAAAAoM/RpFIUKU3-5Y/s72-c/4763_1104268579012_1595688971_243833_6574794_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-1340805693653912958</id><published>2009-06-18T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T11:59:28.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Married!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SjqNkNLyJkI/AAAAAAAAAnM/7QvXYOUXoqY/s1600-h/l_499d0f93d3a34e5e9a00488fa730996d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SjqNkNLyJkI/AAAAAAAAAnM/7QvXYOUXoqY/s320/l_499d0f93d3a34e5e9a00488fa730996d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348743160609777218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup yup, we ran off, got hitched and are loving every day of it. What was originally going to be just Alabe and I, turned out to be Alabe and I, a part of his Railroad Family and my brother Ethan and Sister in Law Melanie. I'm so grateful for those that were able to come celebrate with us last minute and for those who couldn't, we are "trying" to plan a reception to celebrate this day, but we'll see what happens in the planning process. It's been a hectic past few weeks with a ton going on in our lives, vacations, baby coming, work, process of buying a home, etc. So, the planning of a reception has taken the back burner and less of the priorities when it comes to money. We will let you know what happens with that though. In the meantime, enjoy some pictures...free of charge. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SjqNkJjznpI/AAAAAAAAAnE/2lobMkfbBKY/s1600-h/l_65a466a4c0e142b9a3cdc7eb95d0f9d5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SjqNkJjznpI/AAAAAAAAAnE/2lobMkfbBKY/s320/l_65a466a4c0e142b9a3cdc7eb95d0f9d5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348743159636795026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SjqNjg0SRdI/AAAAAAAAAm8/BINMjmyrEeM/s1600-h/l_6a617ce2f63c468599b1637f616fdcbd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SjqNjg0SRdI/AAAAAAAAAm8/BINMjmyrEeM/s320/l_6a617ce2f63c468599b1637f616fdcbd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348743148700059090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SjqNjjI9s4I/AAAAAAAAAm0/__TBwrXTDOU/s1600-h/l_4efbc529290a4ce3a8c9822f72976c17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SjqOD_xj5wI/AAAAAAAAAnU/9T0dNpaW30U/s320/l_692cfebd8e7d4f8cb29b654e460aa5c9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348743706765944578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-1340805693653912958?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/1340805693653912958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=1340805693653912958&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/1340805693653912958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/1340805693653912958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-married.html' title='Just Married!'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SjqNkNLyJkI/AAAAAAAAAnM/7QvXYOUXoqY/s72-c/l_499d0f93d3a34e5e9a00488fa730996d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-570361059181148085</id><published>2009-03-24T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T13:16:08.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Sck_eZxLQvI/AAAAAAAAAmk/zPv8MF3lszs/s1600-h/mommynme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Sck_eZxLQvI/AAAAAAAAAmk/zPv8MF3lszs/s320/mommynme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316850626633351922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Sck_eAawC7I/AAAAAAAAAmc/dtyM7QesQXw/s1600-h/dino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Sck_eAawC7I/AAAAAAAAAmc/dtyM7QesQXw/s320/dino.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316850619828407218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Sck_eOHR5HI/AAAAAAAAAmU/y2--vvA7vXA/s1600-h/5th+bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 284px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Sck_eOHR5HI/AAAAAAAAAmU/y2--vvA7vXA/s320/5th+bday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316850623504835698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing to think that almost 14 years ago I gave birth to a beautiful son, Daniel Allen.  If you are some one that didn't know me 6 years ago, you might not be able to fathom the fact that I am a mother of a teenager, better yet, going on 14.  I met Danny's dad when I was 14 years old, well not for the first time, but that's when we "fell in love", ha ha ha!  Even though his passing happened 7 years ago this July, not a day goes by that I don't think about him and his sweet spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that time of year again with his birthday coming on April 7th.  As the time approaches I notice a change in me, I'm more stressed, depressed, lonely, confused, etc.  I try not to feel this way, but it is just the way of it.  In feeling this way, I try to focus on the positive, the good times and on his special birthday, celebrate for him.  Being that his birthday falls on a weekday, I'll be forced to go in to work, but have a plan of what Enzo and I will do to celebrate his brother that day.  I will pick him up from daycare, go through the McDonalds drive through and order him Danny's favorite meal there and then we are going to the graveside to have our picnic dinner.  I'm actually excited to celebrate this day with Enzo, having Danny in thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish more of you had the opportunity to meet my special son.  I think God takes the best which in turn leaves a lasting impression on each one of us that were involved in his life to live and learn from the example of who he was and is.  Danny was my little man that was full of love, adored his mommy to the fullest, always greeted me with huge hugs and kisses, we sang, we danced, we learned together and played together...he was my right hand through out a huge part of my teenage and early twenties, memories that stay with me forever.  You are missed and will always be missed Danny.  No matter how much Faith I have, you will never know how a mother feels when she looses a piece of her, it's with her forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And brudder (you know who you are) if you are reading this, know that I love you very much.  Please know that things happen for a reason and all the while you were strucken with a huge amount of pain and memories, Danny lives within us and wants us to be happy and remember the good times we had.  We had so many great times together, he loved his Uncle so much and I'll never forget everything that he gave to Danny and the love that he showed to him.  From Pringles to Reese's peanut butter cups, Uncle treated Danny as his own.  I'll never forget conversations we had where Uncle was concerned about Danny as he got older, not knowing how he would turn out as a teenager because of the situations he was raised in...we know now that Danny is safe and where he needs to be, where we all will strive to be one day, in peace and wanting the best for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Danny, Mommy loves you dearly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-570361059181148085?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/570361059181148085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=570361059181148085&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/570361059181148085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/570361059181148085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-cant-believe-it.html' title='I can&apos;t believe it...'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Sck_eZxLQvI/AAAAAAAAAmk/zPv8MF3lszs/s72-c/mommynme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-7295721479356121349</id><published>2009-03-10T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T13:07:25.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Boo Boo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's part of being a kid right?  Enzo got his first boo boo and it was sad.  All it takes is one little fall, lose of balance, etc. and this is what happens.  Fortunately the rod iron stair rail cleared his ear and only affected the upper portion.  I thought I was going to have to run in for stitches, but the bleeding stopped and we were ok.  I have a better picture I'll have to post when it's downloaded, until then, you get the point...ouchieeeeeee&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SbbHzgJnGwI/AAAAAAAAAmM/UX9TIk1dfU8/s1600-h/boo+boo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SbbHzgJnGwI/AAAAAAAAAmM/UX9TIk1dfU8/s320/boo+boo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311652498147580674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've had some back pain since Saturday, but am hoping it goes away soon.  It's real frustrating when I can barely pick up my child, let alone feel pain every time I get up, walk, stand, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going great these days, we couldn't be happier.  Like a lot of people out there, we are struggling with the money situation, but life always works out and I'm not going to let myself get worked up over it at this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-7295721479356121349?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/7295721479356121349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=7295721479356121349&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/7295721479356121349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/7295721479356121349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-boo-boo.html' title='First Boo Boo...'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SbbHzgJnGwI/AAAAAAAAAmM/UX9TIk1dfU8/s72-c/boo+boo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-7909657003062297607</id><published>2009-03-03T14:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T14:43:40.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a note...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Sa2yhDjOCaI/AAAAAAAAAmE/qRRGlCGt9y0/s1600-h/Enzo+Baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Sa2yhDjOCaI/AAAAAAAAAmE/qRRGlCGt9y0/s320/Enzo+Baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309095816698136994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Sa2ygaUQ6EI/AAAAAAAAAl8/jrDrUy3eXE0/s1600-h/sesame+street.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Sa2ygaUQ6EI/AAAAAAAAAl8/jrDrUy3eXE0/s320/sesame+street.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309095805629556802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been so amazed at Enzo lately, he seems to be scooting along in the intelligence department and it makes me a proud mama.  He's been trying, and doing a great job at it, to repeat what I say.  I wanted update you on his new words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheese&lt;br /&gt;Teeth&lt;br /&gt;Cracker&lt;br /&gt;Dog&lt;br /&gt;Truck&lt;br /&gt;Duck&lt;br /&gt;Apple&lt;br /&gt;Up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he says all of these words, on and Banana of course.  When I read to him, he repeats the things I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found it awkward that when his father came over the other day, he looked at him, gave him a half smile and then put his head down with a pouty face.  It's not often that Enzo ever does those things to ANY ONE, so it always makes me wonder what his thoughts are.  There is a slight possibility that his father may be going back to Uruguay, while it will be interesting to explain things to Enzo as he gets older, I think it's the best thing for his father and I know without a doubt that Enzo will be ok.  We'll see what happens in time.  I will miss the child support, it's rough without, but we always seem to manage in some sort of a way.  If only daycare and medical weren't so expensive, we'd be doing great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-7909657003062297607?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/7909657003062297607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=7909657003062297607&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/7909657003062297607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/7909657003062297607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-note.html' title='Just a note...'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Sa2yhDjOCaI/AAAAAAAAAmE/qRRGlCGt9y0/s72-c/Enzo+Baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-55237873164898186</id><published>2009-02-19T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T09:35:19.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's been going on in our life...</title><content type='html'>It seems like forever, well it has been forever.  I just wanted to stop in and fill every one in on what's new in our world, or what has been going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enzo is finally walking away at 14 months.  He takes pride in his skills and likes to be noticed and show off, he is definitely an attention getter everywhere we go and he knows it.  Yesterday we were at Old Navy and every time I put him down to do a little walking he headed straight for the door...hmmm, was he trying to tell me something?  NO SHOPPING MOM!  Needless to say, I wasn't there to spend money, just to be with family while they shopped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have an appointment tomorrow morning with an ENT Doctor to talk about getting tubes put in his ears.  I'm almost positive we'll be scheduling the surgery tomorrow, which I'm a little nervous about, but I do know that this is what he needs.  We have battled many ear infections and even RSV recently.  It's never fun to miss out on work due to a sick child and it's happened more than enough times for me this past year.  I am ready to have this procedure done, but not ready to be away from my baby while he's in surgery.  Things will be ok, this I know.  I'll keep you updated on when the surgery will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enzo is the "popular" one in daycare.  The other morning we walk in the door and he immediately starts his cute little wave to every one.  My goodness, what a charmer.  Of course all the girls ewwww and awwwwed over him and he just took it all in.  It's nice to know how adored your child is while he's away in some one elses care, it brings me comfort.  My theory with daycare is...you better have a cute kid and dress him cute, they'll more than likely take better care of yours.  Sad, but think about it, pretty true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enzo is talking up a storm, of course only some of it is understood by me, but regardless it's cute.  I love when we're driving in the car and he babbles on for days and his facial expressions go with whatever he is saying, he seems so serious.  I ask him about his day and he tells me, or I ask if he had a good day and he'll shake his head yes...most the time.  He loves to shake his head no and let me know that he really doesn't want something when I ask.  He loves to read and lately I've found him in his room reading books to himself, I'm sure glad that I started the book routine young.  His new thing is to point to things as I read.  I ask him where the cat is and he will piont to it.  Learning is FUN!  Words that Enzo speaks on a normal basis are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;br /&gt;MA MA (Grandma)&lt;br /&gt;Baba (milk, he no longer has a bottle)&lt;br /&gt;Woof Woof&lt;br /&gt;Dog&lt;br /&gt;Ball&lt;br /&gt;Book&lt;br /&gt;Hi (as he waves)&lt;br /&gt;...that's all I can think of at this moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enzo loves to stand in his car, what is he thinking?  You can't stand and drive, you sit and drive.  Not only does he love to do this, but he looks at me like "hey mom ck me out"... and smiles big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, as you can see I've dealt with a sick child a lot, but enjoyed our time together.  I started a new diet about a week and a half ago and am pretty excited about some new results.  In that time I think I've lost a minimum of 5 lbs. but need to weigh myself and find out.  Aside from the lbs. lost, others around me have noticed a difference which gives me more reason to keep going and obtaining my goal.  I'd like to feel better about myself and be more healthy at the same time.  I've been "TRYING" to do go to the gym as well, but it's first of all hard to get up at 4:30 a.m., second it's an expensive in GAS that can put a damper in my pocket book at this time and third it's just plain hard to find time to do everything in one day.  I feel like my days pass by me so quickly and I barely get to enjoy the simple things in life because I'm constantly on the run/go.  With Enzo's dad being out of work and having a hard time finding a job, money has been real tight and I'm doing my best to make it.  I pray that things will get better soon for us, otherwise I need to look in to doing more for myself, find another job or something to get by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than all that, we are Happy and Healty and can't hardly wait for Spring to arrive.  I am excited to be able to take evening walks with Enzo and catch a breathe of fresh air.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-55237873164898186?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/55237873164898186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=55237873164898186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/55237873164898186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/55237873164898186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2009/02/whats-been-going-on-in-our-life.html' title='What&apos;s been going on in our life...'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-3990789725724445214</id><published>2009-01-13T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T12:08:53.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rambling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SWzv085HhII/AAAAAAAAAlY/Za_3Jod2OCc/s1600-h/UP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SWzv085HhII/AAAAAAAAAlY/Za_3Jod2OCc/s320/UP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290867355231421570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Enzo's new thing!  When I say "UP", the puts his hands on his head and expects me to tickle him, it's too cute.  It seems the past few weeks have been filled with so many new things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Enzo is taking a few steps, woot woot!  It's only a matter of days/weeks before he takes off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Enzo's New Words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;UP&lt;br /&gt;Ball&lt;br /&gt;Book&lt;br /&gt;Mama&lt;br /&gt;Ama (Grandma)&lt;br /&gt;Dad (he has no idea what he's saying)&lt;br /&gt;and I believe a few more I'm missing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He loves to stand up in the Radio Flyer car pictured in previous posts.  Enzo climbs in through the open, door, turns around, stands up and looks at you like "hey mom look what I can do!"  The other day he actually stood up, held on to the handle as usual, but then let go and thought he was the coolest kid around standing all by himself in his car.  I'm waiting for him to fall so maybe he'll learn a lesson or two.  This child LOVES to climb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Enzo loves Sesame Street!  When he sees the show come on, he bounces up and down, claps his hands and smiles real big.  Althought t.v. might not be the best thing for a child, I think there is some learning involved and it sure gives me a minute to get a few things done.  Although when I'm away for a minute, he seems to find me in the kitchen and crawls up, holds on to my jeans and stands up.  He's learning to get in to all the cupboards or anything else possible to get in to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;I have a singer on my hands.  When we are driving in the car Enzo loves to sing "la la laaa la la la"  It's absolutely adorable to say the least.  I can only hope his love for music continues on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, Enzo is growing new teeth like there's no tomorrow.  Two of his upper molars have popped through, but not the entire way yet...OUCH!  Now the bottom two are swollen ready to make way.  I can't imagine the pain, but I'm glad it's something we don't remember as we get older.  He'll get over it, but for now it can be a struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;As for me, well I'm just working and mothering my son!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/6404218888758817449-3990789725724445214?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/3990789725724445214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=3990789725724445214&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/3990789725724445214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/3990789725724445214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2009/01/rambling.html' title='Rambling'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SWzv085HhII/AAAAAAAAAlY/Za_3Jod2OCc/s72-c/UP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-3573578212328868818</id><published>2009-01-04T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T14:01:29.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anonymous</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    I've had a few unknown blog comments, maybe I should be more up to date and add site meter.  Anyway, for whoever left the last comments about more pictures of mom, I almost took a picture of my mother and added it, but she laughed at me and told me they were asking for more of me.  Hmmm...if that's the case, here you go!  And when anonymous, leave your name, it would be nice.  Until then, maybe I'll attempt site meter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all that come to my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SWExkq4XWWI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/hCMgEBzXTKA/s1600-h/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SWExkq4XWWI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/hCMgEBzXTKA/s320/052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287561943565424994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I imagine this is why I never put ones of myself up...look at how WELL they turn out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-3573578212328868818?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/3573578212328868818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=3573578212328868818&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/3573578212328868818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/3573578212328868818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2009/01/anonymous.html' title='Anonymous'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SWExkq4XWWI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/hCMgEBzXTKA/s72-c/052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-3216994614939751019</id><published>2008-12-30T12:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T12:37:47.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SVqFTEWC97I/AAAAAAAAAj4/9v74IHIMc7w/s1600-h/christmas+smiles+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SVqFTEWC97I/AAAAAAAAAj4/9v74IHIMc7w/s320/christmas+smiles+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285683675302918066" border="0" /&gt;Enz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SVqFTEpr9_I/AAAAAAAAAjw/bp41-bRrlLI/s1600-h/christmas+smiles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SVqFTEpr9_I/AAAAAAAAAjw/bp41-bRrlLI/s320/christmas+smiles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285683675385296882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SVqFS6k2gUI/AAAAAAAAAjo/gKBCYezxMQQ/s1600-h/christmas+enzo+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SVqFS6k2gUI/AAAAAAAAAjo/gKBCYezxMQQ/s320/christmas+enzo+7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285683672680661314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SVqFS0QSpYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/9r_fkgsur6I/s1600-h/Christmas+Enzo+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SVqFS0QSpYI/AAAAAAAAAjg/9r_fkgsur6I/s320/Christmas+Enzo+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285683670983812482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SVqFSkpLqaI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GSOV4T-ESac/s1600-h/Christmas+Enzo+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SVqFSkpLqaI/AAAAAAAAAjY/GSOV4T-ESac/s320/Christmas+Enzo+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285683666793245090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was  a ton of fun to watch Enzo open gifts this year and enjoy his new presents.  I love this last picture because he's sitting on his knees and for some reason I just think it's too adorable.  He's growing up way too fast.  Hope you all had a Great Christmas and have a Happy New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-3216994614939751019?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/3216994614939751019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=3216994614939751019&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/3216994614939751019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/3216994614939751019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-fun.html' title='Christmas Fun!'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SVqFTEWC97I/AAAAAAAAAj4/9v74IHIMc7w/s72-c/christmas+smiles+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-3627168014817204716</id><published>2008-12-15T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T09:15:24.230-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif'/><title type='text'>Merry Chrismtas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SUaO_yrZfvI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/nmihWeYr8JQ/s1600-h/my+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SUaO_yrZfvI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/nmihWeYr8JQ/s320/my+tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280064839725186802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think I'm finally in the Spirit of Christmas.  It took me awhile this year, maybe because of Enzo's birthday, us being sick, etc.  Decorating our tree definitely helped me to feel like the Season is actually amongst us as well.  I think we the economic struggles in the World today, a lot of people are doing things different.  I rarely send out Christmas cards anyway, but for sure won't be able to this time around.  I want to wish all that come to my blog a Very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.  I'm so very grateful for each and every family member and friend that I have.  I believe people come in to your life, some for a short time, some for a long time...but I cherish every one that I've encountered for I've learned from or been able teach many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not forget about the True Meaning of Christmas this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-3627168014817204716?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/3627168014817204716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=3627168014817204716&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/3627168014817204716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/3627168014817204716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-chrismtas.html' title='Merry Chrismtas!'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SUaO_yrZfvI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/nmihWeYr8JQ/s72-c/my+tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-8828456342542883327</id><published>2008-12-03T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T07:46:30.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Downhill Slope</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/STao0T2ttwI/AAAAAAAAAjI/lpJ7ZWgWabU/s1600-h/DSCF0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/STao0T2ttwI/AAAAAAAAAjI/lpJ7ZWgWabU/s320/DSCF0041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275589630147540738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when you think it will never end, things start looking better.  Enzo has had a rough week, to say the least.  The stomach flu/virus he caught was saddening and no fun for the both of us.  To see a tiny one going through such a thing is heart breaking.  On top of it, Enzo is cutting (3) new teeth at once.  Not only have I had a rough week, but I can only imagine what he is feeling.  The past few days though have been wonderful, he is finally feeling back to normal, so he acts.  We've got back into our nighttime routine which I believe helps him in getting to sleep at night.  We are back on track with one bath time before bed instead of 3 or so through out the day.  I've started reading books to him before bed which I feel calms him and in turn will be a good learning experience. &lt;br /&gt;I also wanted to tell you about a funny experience I've had with him recently.  I remember chasing (crawling) babies around the house saying "I'm gonna get you" and seeing them crawl even faster while laughing.  Being Enzo is a 'beginner' in his crawling stages I wasn't sure he would be even understand what I was trying to do, but I did it anyway.  Oh boy did he catch on quick.  So I start chasing after my boy, laughing and telling him I was going to get him.  Enzo turned his head back, started laughing, looks forward, tries to crawl as fast as he can and *kirplunk* falls flat on his face, side, etc.  It's too funny!  It's a great time to watch him learn and grow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  He loves to sing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-8828456342542883327?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/8828456342542883327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=8828456342542883327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/8828456342542883327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/8828456342542883327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/12/downhill-slope.html' title='The Downhill Slope'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/STao0T2ttwI/AAAAAAAAAjI/lpJ7ZWgWabU/s72-c/DSCF0041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-6838095559266016718</id><published>2008-11-29T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T09:50:03.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1st Birthday Enzo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Don't mistake this for Christmas Morning! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of the flu, Enzo's party that was for today had to be re-scheduled until next weekend.  Jakey insisted that Enzo open his presents TODAY!  And of course Grandma has a hard time holding off on her surprises as well.  So all in all Enzo was able to celebrate a little bit of his birthday today and he'll have another big celebration next week.  This is for you Jakey!  Thanks for all the cool gifts, he loves them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/STF6bs2squI/AAAAAAAAAh4/yXWrsx9vwV0/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/STF6bs2squI/AAAAAAAAAh4/yXWrsx9vwV0/s320/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274131254943197922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enzo's 1st set of Hot Wheels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/STF6b63eigI/AAAAAAAAAiA/KzeXO1JZU6o/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/STF6b63eigI/AAAAAAAAAiA/KzeXO1JZU6o/s320/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274131258704562690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First Train Set, YEAH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/STF6cIzAITI/AAAAAAAAAiI/jevf46jM1qY/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/STF6cIzAITI/AAAAAAAAAiI/jevf46jM1qY/s320/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274131262443888946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He was having a blast ripping the presents open, at times he was trying with all his might, too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/STF6cXXSFoI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/Bpijy5AXfJo/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/STF6cXXSFoI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/Bpijy5AXfJo/s320/017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274131266354157186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enzo's First car, Jakey you did well!  3 Firsts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/STF7Ny9eMdI/AAAAAAAAAig/Rr0_GVlek-E/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/STF7Ny9eMdI/AAAAAAAAAig/Rr0_GVlek-E/s320/020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274132115575681490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next time you buy a present, be sure I don't have to hire a mechanic to put it together!  Luckily I rock and had it together in about 20 minutes.  I was tempted to leave is unassembled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/STF6cxu_vyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/KJGOKFJqxE4/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/STF6cxu_vyI/AAAAAAAAAiY/KJGOKFJqxE4/s320/019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274131273432940322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My First Chair from Grandma, thanks love ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/STF7OsAFLwI/AAAAAAAAAi4/mJNcsmkkLlc/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/STF7OsAFLwI/AAAAAAAAAi4/mJNcsmkkLlc/s320/029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274132130887446274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enzo loves his car.  The coolest part is the radio and blinkers, love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/STF7ORmB7cI/AAAAAAAAAiw/s1ba1eS04Xg/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/STF7ORmB7cI/AAAAAAAAAiw/s1ba1eS04Xg/s320/027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274132123798859202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Check out that stud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/STF7OJWON4I/AAAAAAAAAio/degzpbFP_u0/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/STF7OJWON4I/AAAAAAAAAio/degzpbFP_u0/s320/024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274132121585072002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think we'll be going on quite a few walks with this thing.  It might actually be fun to walk to the mailbox now, for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/STF7OwRmsYI/AAAAAAAAAjA/rb9pc74dIzI/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/STF7OwRmsYI/AAAAAAAAAjA/rb9pc74dIzI/s320/025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274132132034687362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thank you Jakey and Grandma for the wonderful gifts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe a year has already passed by since I had Enzo.  I'll never forget a year ago today when I went in to the hospital to be induced.  I was more scared than anything, not to feel the labor pain, but I had a strong fear (the entire pregnancy) of losing another child because of losing Danny.  To top it off, I suffered a few complications during labor where his heart rate was dropping, mine was exceeding his by far, I had to be put on oxygen, etc.  It turned out the cord was wrapped around his neck, it seems to happen a lot.  I am so very grateful to have a Healthy and Happy Baby Boy that bring joy to my life and a smile to my heart.  Mothering can have it's trials, but the blessings are truly greater than one can imagine.  To many more years to come Enzo, mama loves you.&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-6838095559266016718?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/6838095559266016718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=6838095559266016718&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/6838095559266016718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/6838095559266016718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-1st-birthday-enzo.html' title='Happy 1st Birthday Enzo!'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/STF6bs2squI/AAAAAAAAAh4/yXWrsx9vwV0/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-3495320462573233950</id><published>2008-11-26T08:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T08:53:28.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When will it ever end...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SS181WG5YDI/AAAAAAAAAhw/NzC7Mm-aU-g/s1600-h/enzo+in+car+seat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SS181WG5YDI/AAAAAAAAAhw/NzC7Mm-aU-g/s320/enzo+in+car+seat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273007994630135858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In all my years of mothering, never have I had to deal with such a sick child.  Sometimes I wonder if I'm being challenged?  Needless to say, I picked Enzo up from daycare yesterday evening to find him on the floor crying.  The provider said he had been crying all day, but did take a good nap, so she wasn't sure what the deal was.  I took him home, tried to feed him as I normally do, but he refused to eat.  Enzo seemed overly tired, so I gave him his bottle and held him close to comfort him...and then, he threw up ALL over me!  *HERE'S YOUR SIGN*  In between the vomiting, the scrubbing of floors, the multiple loads of laundry, the changing of sheets, etc.  I enjoyed and took advantage of the "cuddle time" that he gave me.  I can only hope that his immune system is becoming more and more strong throughout all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also wanted to share with you the above picture of Enzo in his new car seat, he absolutely loves it.  It's so cute to look in my rear view mirror and watch him smile, dance and sing.  Throughout all the ups and downs of mothering, the blessings are far greater. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-3495320462573233950?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/3495320462573233950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=3495320462573233950&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/3495320462573233950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/3495320462573233950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-will-it-ever-end.html' title='When will it ever end...'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SS181WG5YDI/AAAAAAAAAhw/NzC7Mm-aU-g/s72-c/enzo+in+car+seat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-1914908470787653205</id><published>2008-11-21T06:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T06:56:56.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day Has Finally Come</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enzo is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; CRAWLING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have any pictures as proof, but trust my word!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-1914908470787653205?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/1914908470787653205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=1914908470787653205&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/1914908470787653205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/1914908470787653205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-has-finally-come.html' title='The Day Has Finally Come'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-2030751814840542083</id><published>2008-11-17T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T14:05:06.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As we all know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SSHnTvU86HI/AAAAAAAAAho/vyUu2EQVmh4/s1600-h/Z+walking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SSHnTvU86HI/AAAAAAAAAho/vyUu2EQVmh4/s320/Z+walking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269747365308065906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enzo is one of the more slow babies when it comes to being mobile. Although he is taking his time in that sense, the boy sure does talk up a storm and sometimes it seems as if he's actually repeating what you say. I just wanted to drop in and tell you what's been going on in our world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.   It seems like Enzo is always sick, since birth we've had very few weeks that he has been with out a runny nose or some other sort of illness.  Being he's in daycare, I am aware he is more apt to getting whatever is going around, which in turn he shall have a stronger immune system over the next years.  For now it can be tough, but hopefully it will be for the better in the long run.  Look at the positive right.  I took him in to the doctors for goopey eyes and it turned out he had an ear infection as well.  I'm just grateful I was able to take him in before things got any worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Speaking of doctors, he had his 2nd dose of the flu vaccine today.  I'm glad that's over with.  We're good on shots for another 2 weeks, then he's in for his 12 month check up and THREE shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture below is the day we found out about the ear infection.  Enzo was still in great spirits as we waited for his RX to be filled.  He was playing peek a boo with the pharmacist, who in turn got so carried away with my adorable child that he forgot to mix up the medication and he had to walk me through over the phone.  NOTICE:  Grandma walking up in the background, she was on her way to work and we just so happened to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SSHm-jm7SfI/AAAAAAAAAhY/DEbACkhhySc/s1600-h/Enzo+beanie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SSHm-jm7SfI/AAAAAAAAAhY/DEbACkhhySc/s320/Enzo+beanie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269747001384978930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this hat at Target and had to capture a photo.  I think it's darling, but would feel like the mom on "A Christmas Story" if I made him wear it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SSHm-XNSFYI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/-CRZ-NM6nSY/s1600-h/doggy+hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SSHm-XNSFYI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/-CRZ-NM6nSY/s320/doggy+hat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269746998056195458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first time EVER, I VOTED!  I'm proud to be an American and have the right.  I have also decided that it's probably best to keep Political Views to a minimum when talking to certain people.  I, myself can get worked up, just as well as they.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SSHm-Igl2SI/AAAAAAAAAhI/wdyV9hCpxlg/s1600-h/i+voted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SSHm-Igl2SI/AAAAAAAAAhI/wdyV9hCpxlg/s320/i+voted.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269746994110650658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  On another note, I went to get Enzo from his nap yesterday and found him sitting up in his bed.  That was a HAPPY first for me.  He finally went from a laying position to sitting up on his own.  I'm so grateful for his daycare, they have took part in  helping him out in these areas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I finally found a new car seat.  Enzo is about to be a year old and is still in the infant seat.  Being he's only 18 lbs. it's not a big deal right now, but soon enough he will need it.  He seems so bored lately and pretty much DONE with staring at the back seat, so I'll be switching it out soon.  I'm excited that I got such a great deal on it as well.  I found one on sale and rcvd my mom's discount on top of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Enzo is about to be a year and I'm overly excited for the day.  I've been planning out his party on a budget and excited for what it's going to be like.  Party ON!  I got him some educational books, puzzles and a DVD and can't wait to take part in helping him learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so grateful for my lil' man and look forward to much more time together learning and growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-2030751814840542083?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/2030751814840542083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=2030751814840542083&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/2030751814840542083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/2030751814840542083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/11/as-we-all-know.html' title='As we all know...'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SSHnTvU86HI/AAAAAAAAAho/vyUu2EQVmh4/s72-c/Z+walking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-6494526546219309966</id><published>2008-10-27T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T11:26:04.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Megan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SQYHeUlBGSI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Z7ax2dKOESc/s1600-h/IMG_3997+Enzo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SQYHeUlBGSI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Z7ax2dKOESc/s320/IMG_3997+Enzo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261901432130443554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SQYHeAcAVvI/AAAAAAAAAg4/G5hlledrqwM/s1600-h/IMG_4021+Enzo+chocolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SQYHeAcAVvI/AAAAAAAAAg4/G5hlledrqwM/s320/IMG_4021+Enzo+chocolate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261901426723935986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SQYHeO2tENI/AAAAAAAAAgw/gy7QRvrNvQY/s1600-h/IMG_4012+Enzo+chocolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SQYHeO2tENI/AAAAAAAAAgw/gy7QRvrNvQY/s320/IMG_4012+Enzo+chocolate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261901430594015442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SQYHdfsf_RI/AAAAAAAAAgo/HIZM13LiFP0/s1600-h/IMG_4005+Enzo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SQYHdfsf_RI/AAAAAAAAAgo/HIZM13LiFP0/s320/IMG_4005+Enzo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261901417934748946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SQYHdL2n8gI/AAAAAAAAAgg/LbngrDz53dM/s1600-h/4000+Enzo+chocolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SQYHdL2n8gI/AAAAAAAAAgg/LbngrDz53dM/s320/4000+Enzo+chocolate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261901412608504322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-6494526546219309966?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/6494526546219309966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=6494526546219309966&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/6494526546219309966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/6494526546219309966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/10/thank-you-megan.html' title='Thank You Megan!'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SQYHeUlBGSI/AAAAAAAAAhA/Z7ax2dKOESc/s72-c/IMG_3997+Enzo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-4544430904087863290</id><published>2008-10-23T09:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T09:52:53.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Hair Cut</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Unfortunately the batteries in my camera were crap when I attempted to turn it on to capture some cute shots.  Thank goodness we have cell phones with cameras, the pictures aren't perfect, but they will have to do.  As you can see Enzo loved his first hair cut.  The first picture is a before where you can see the length of it and the other two are during the process.  He was in such a good mood and was given a sucker as a treat afterwards.  Let me tell you, it was his first sucker and he had a great time with it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SQCqv9craQI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/EXB9QpYQZio/s1600-h/Before+cut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SQCqv9craQI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/EXB9QpYQZio/s320/Before+cut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260392105694161154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SQCqwLTQoII/AAAAAAAAAaI/fT2U3bKH4AM/s1600-h/Adorable.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SQCqwLTQoII/AAAAAAAAAaI/fT2U3bKH4AM/s320/Adorable.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260392109412753538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SQCqv_M6PeI/AAAAAAAAAaA/Hr5iTB6N4hY/s1600-h/During+Haircut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SQCqv_M6PeI/AAAAAAAAAaA/Hr5iTB6N4hY/s320/During+Haircut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260392106164895202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-4544430904087863290?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/4544430904087863290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=4544430904087863290&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/4544430904087863290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/4544430904087863290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/10/first-hair-cut.html' title='First Hair Cut'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SQCqv9craQI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/EXB9QpYQZio/s72-c/Before+cut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-1320327814156903673</id><published>2008-10-21T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T07:16:57.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SP3gU1Fd_iI/AAAAAAAAAZY/SQaFWLz0ix8/s1600-h/Enzo+and+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SP3gU1Fd_iI/AAAAAAAAAZY/SQaFWLz0ix8/s320/Enzo+and+I.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259606588290629154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's that time of year.  I love Fall and all the beauty it brings.  We had such a great time at the Pumpkin Patch.  This first picture is when we took off on the hay ride.  Enzo was so excited when the tractor took off, that's the true boy in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SP3gUwT8EiI/AAAAAAAAAZg/uYLRXFRxbhY/s1600-h/Enzo+and+I+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SP3gUwT8EiI/AAAAAAAAAZg/uYLRXFRxbhY/s320/Enzo+and+I+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259606587009143330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the first pumpkin we chose, the other Melanie chose for us.  They had some huge and some interesting ones to choose from.  On the ride back, we of course saw many more interesting ones.  I can't wait to make pumpkin seeds, but the carving part isn't my favorite.  I'm not that artistic so you'll be lucky to see the triangle nose and eyes with a crooked smile on my pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SP3gW4eFpLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/SrFqEntg_9o/s1600-h/Enzo+and+his+cousins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SP3gW4eFpLI/AAAAAAAAAZo/SrFqEntg_9o/s320/Enzo+and+his+cousins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259606623558935730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enzo was too into the dirt to look up and smile for the camera.   Once again, there is my true boy!  Sarah and Rachie had a great time as well.  Too bad Ashlyn thinks she is too cool and old for this fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SP3gXF8l0-I/AAAAAAAAAZw/LMuWmZxYQ7E/s1600-h/My+Prince.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SP3gXF8l0-I/AAAAAAAAAZw/LMuWmZxYQ7E/s320/My+Prince.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259606627176535010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Hay" Enzo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, it's been amazing these past, almost 11 months watching Enzo grow and discover new things.  As most of you know, he STILL doesn't crawl or walk, which I'm ok with and feel that maybe it had something to do with the last daycare he was attending.  When there, the provider always had him sitting in a bouncy chair rubbing the back of his head bald.  With that said, the poor child was never able to explore the floor as he should.  Since he started his new daycare the exploring has been fun and a learning experience for him.  I love to watch him scoot around on the floor, now throw himself on his stomach (which he use to HATE) to play with toys, play inside his toy box and sit and watch cartoons while he dances.  Enzo loves to stand, but hasn't been pulling himself up to stand on anything.  I imagine if he was more mobile he would find things to grab onto and pull himself up, but when he's stuck in the middle of the room there isn't much to grasp onto.  I did though discover that he knows how to pull himself up.  Last night while he was taking a bath, he scooted his little bum over to the edge and pulled himself up to look over the edge.  WOW!  I let him do it so I could test his skills, but that's not really a cool place to be doing so being he can slip real easily.  Needless to say, he was fine, but it's just been such great times watching him learn and grow.  He's a talker, I wonder where he got that from? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-1320327814156903673?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/1320327814156903673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=1320327814156903673&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/1320327814156903673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/1320327814156903673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin-patch.html' title='Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SP3gU1Fd_iI/AAAAAAAAAZY/SQaFWLz0ix8/s72-c/Enzo+and+I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-8693241378835580362</id><published>2008-10-10T09:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T10:15:49.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love trips to Idaho!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I absolutely love spending time with the Romer Family in Idaho.  We always have a great time while there and I am entertained to the fullest.  I adore the children and it makes me so happy to see their smiley faces as I walk through the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark was so excited to make "Round Table Pizza".  I guess he went online or something and found tricks and recipes as to how to make the dough, which took 3 days.  This picture below is him checking on his pizza.  Let me tell you, that first bite screamed "ROUND TABLE" to me and Heidi told him many times how much she loved it.  I think he was pretty proud and has since made the pizza again.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SO-K7igzBvI/AAAAAAAAAZA/5nJKv0GriDU/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SO-K7igzBvI/AAAAAAAAAZA/5nJKv0GriDU/s320/024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255572045645940466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heidi, before you get mad about this picture,  know that I love and adore you!  This would be after the great pizza and relaxing before bed.  Mark is good with entertaining on the guitar, so after the kids went down, we watched a movie and then enjoyed the music played by Mark.  I had a great time and always love to listen to him strum and sing.  Thanks guys for a great night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SO-K7mbVqyI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tnaOHdzpKAc/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SO-K7mbVqyI/AAAAAAAAAY4/tnaOHdzpKAc/s320/038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255572046696786722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SO-KW3LZTXI/AAAAAAAAAYw/JDqnelCrQi0/s1600-h/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SO-KW3LZTXI/AAAAAAAAAYw/JDqnelCrQi0/s320/039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255571415538158962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SO-K9_NeiqI/AAAAAAAAAZI/mGs5oreAlwE/s1600-h/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SO-K9_NeiqI/AAAAAAAAAZI/mGs5oreAlwE/s320/037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255572087709272738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so much fun to finally be able to get the cousins together.  I loved to watch Enzo and Brooks look at each other like "hey, I know you".  They are both so adorable and fun to be around.  Brooks is a lot more mobile than Enzo, although he is a few months younger.  I think Enzo will skip all the la dee da crawling and go straight to walking.  He shows "pride" all over his face when you let him stand.  It was a nice idea to be able to hand down clothes to Brooks, but it's not working out so well, the lil' man is growing like a weed, a fertilized weed to say the least.  One day he might be handing down clothes to Enzo, we'll see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SO-KWPL-DBI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-Nw8iCayiuw/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SO-KWPL-DBI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/-Nw8iCayiuw/s320/030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255571404803148818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SO-KWLs8YPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/tuTeT6jlIYQ/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SO-KWLs8YPI/AAAAAAAAAYY/tuTeT6jlIYQ/s320/034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255571403867709682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SO-KWYKjlgI/AAAAAAAAAYg/3PJuDxYph8o/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SO-KWYKjlgI/AAAAAAAAAYg/3PJuDxYph8o/s320/033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255571407213139458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SO-KW4iailI/AAAAAAAAAYo/raasmAc7GhM/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SO-KW4iailI/AAAAAAAAAYo/raasmAc7GhM/s320/042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255571415903144530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-8693241378835580362?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/8693241378835580362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=8693241378835580362&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/8693241378835580362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/8693241378835580362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-love-trips-to-idaho.html' title='I love trips to Idaho!'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SO-K7igzBvI/AAAAAAAAAZA/5nJKv0GriDU/s72-c/024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-246163760242931970</id><published>2008-10-10T09:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T09:54:54.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Mail</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I caught Mark watching Saturday conference, or NOT watching  it.  I wasn't going to post this until he accused me of sharing it, now I must!  I email Elder Supinger just about every week and we were speaking of conference when I mentioned Mark sleeping.  I guess he turned around and emailed Mark giving him a hard time... Go Elder Sup!  In turn, Mark sends me a text message accusing me of sharing this lovely photo.   You accuse me, I share!  ha ha ha...  Funny thing is Annabelle was actually watching the conference, but faked her sleep for the pic.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SO-IJiNCbSI/AAAAAAAAAYI/aYlAmML6Sos/s1600-h/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SO-IJiNCbSI/AAAAAAAAAYI/aYlAmML6Sos/s320/040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255568987546348834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-246163760242931970?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/246163760242931970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=246163760242931970&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/246163760242931970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/246163760242931970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/10/black-mail.html' title='Black Mail'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SO-IJiNCbSI/AAAAAAAAAYI/aYlAmML6Sos/s72-c/040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-5543605436894920525</id><published>2008-10-09T09:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T09:29:51.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Lil' Trick or Treaters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SO4xXwqXV0I/AAAAAAAAAYA/ow5_cKNnXkA/s1600-h/Halloween.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SO4xXwqXV0I/AAAAAAAAAYA/ow5_cKNnXkA/s320/Halloween.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255192099457292098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-5543605436894920525?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/5543605436894920525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=5543605436894920525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/5543605436894920525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/5543605436894920525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/10/poor-lil-trick-or-treaters.html' title='Poor Lil&apos; Trick or Treaters'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SO4xXwqXV0I/AAAAAAAAAYA/ow5_cKNnXkA/s72-c/Halloween.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-7426816296686841016</id><published>2008-10-08T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T13:38:34.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight Breast Cancer At Every Meal</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;       &lt;b&gt;I thought this information could be helpful to many.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;A healthy diet is as important for your breasts as it is for the rest of your body. These seven strategies may help ward off the disease.&lt;/b&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;     &lt;h3&gt;PUMP UP YOUR PRODUCE&lt;/h3&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Fruits and vegetables contain powerful antioxidants that help protect against all forms of cancer. Plus, they’re low in calories, so loading up on them is an easy way to keep your weight in check. Studies have found that eating five servings of produce a day reduces the odds of a breast-cancer recurrence in women, especially when combined with daily exercise. Consuming more than that doesn’t seem to have any additional preventive effect, according to a study published in the &lt;i&gt;Journal of the American Medical Association.&lt;/i&gt; Your best bet, says the American Cancer Society’s Marji McCullough, is to eat a wide variety of brightly colored produce. “That way you’re more likely to get all the phytochemicals that are important to cancer prevention.”&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;h3&gt;CUT THE FAT&lt;/h3&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Studies on dietary fat have been conflicting and inconclusive, but most experts say it’s still wise to steer clear of saturated fat as much as possible.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;h3&gt;GET PLENTY OF CALCIUM AND VITAMIN D&lt;/h3&gt;     &lt;p&gt;This spring, a10-year Harvard study found that premenopausal women who got 1,366 milligrams of calcium and 548 IU of vitamin D daily slashed their breast-cancer risk by a third, and their odds of getting invasive breast cancer by up to 69 percent. “This is a promising area of research,” says McCullough, who recommends eating calcium-rich foods like lowfat dairy products,canned salmon, almonds, fortified orange juice, and leafy greens, or taking a 1,000- to 1,200-milligram calcium supplement. Although milk contains vitamin D, most yogurt and cheese do not. To get enough, you probably need a multi vitamin, or if you’re taking a calcium supplement, choose one that also contains 800 to 1,000 IU of vitamin D.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;h3&gt;SPRINKLE FLAXSEED ON YOUR CEREAL&lt;/h3&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Flaxseed is a good source of lignans,compounds that may play a role in preventing estrogen dependent cancers by inhibiting the development of tumors or slowing their rate of growth,according to McCullough.“Other sources of lignans include sunflower seeds,peanuts, cashews, rye bread,and strawberries.”&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;h3&gt;KEEP COOKOUTS TO A MINIMUM&lt;/h3&gt;     &lt;p&gt;A recent study from the University of North Carolina found that postmenopausal women who had consumed a lot of barbecued and smoked red meat or chicken over their lifetimes had a greater risk of developing breast cancer than those who ate less. “When you grill meat, the amino acids form compounds called heterocyclic amines, which are carcinogenic. They’re especially concentrated in charred meat,”says Rachel Zinaman, R.D., a nutritionist at Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer Center’s Evelyn Lauder Breast Center. “Plus, when the fat drips on the heat source,” she adds, “it forms polycyclic aromatic hydrocarbons, another cancer-causing compound that binds to the meat.” If the barbecue grill is beckoning, protect yourself by marinating the meat first or cutting it into smaller chunks. These cook faster than larger pieces, which reduces the likelihood that carcinogenic chemicals will form.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;IMBIBE INTELLIGENTLY&lt;/h3&gt;     &lt;p&gt;That means stopping after that first mojito. “More than one daily drink increases your odds of developing breast cancer by 20 percent or more,” says Zinaman. In a recent Norwegian study, those who had two or more drinks a day during the previous five years had an 82 percent greater chance of developing breast cancer than those who didn’t drink at all. “Alcohol may raise estrogen levels and interfere with the body’s ability to use folic acid, a B vitamin that’s been linked to cancer prevention,” she says.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;h3&gt;FILL UP ON FIBER&lt;/h3&gt;     &lt;p&gt;A diet that’s rich in fiber (30 or more grams a day) can halve the risk of breast cancer among premenopausal women, according to a new study from the University of Leeds in England. It makes sense, says Zinaman. “Fiber-rich foods contain antioxidants and phytochemicals that are thought to be protective.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-7426816296686841016?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.webmd.com/breast-cancer/features/fight-breast-cancer-every-meal?ecd=wnl_lbt_100808' title='Fight Breast Cancer At Every Meal'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/7426816296686841016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=7426816296686841016&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/7426816296686841016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/7426816296686841016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/10/fight-breast-cancer-at-every-meal.html' title='Fight Breast Cancer At Every Meal'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-6807906243262678644</id><published>2008-10-07T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T11:52:32.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I spent the weekend in Idaho and Heidi and I decided we're going to compete against each other and see who can lose 10 lbs. first. Let me tell you, I am excited and I hope she is as much as I. I'm ready to give this my all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started yesterday by returning to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dailyplate&lt;/span&gt;.  The website is awesome and tracks what you eat as well as your exercise.  I recommend it to any one that is on the verge of eating better or watching what they eat.  You are able to create your goal within this site and it gives you the amount of calories recommended daily.  I really enjoy it!  I know I've blogged about it before, I hope to continue on it for a longer stretch this time around.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SOuubZqK2dI/AAAAAAAAAX4/_5C3sYoQRoA/s1600-h/dailyplate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SOuubZqK2dI/AAAAAAAAAX4/_5C3sYoQRoA/s320/dailyplate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254485176025274834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I started this morning off right with a trip to the gym before work.  Besides the fact that I have to shower with see through doors and no closed room to change, it was a great work out.  I feel so good and ready to make this a habit.  I am lucky to be able to go along with a girl from work who is dedicated and will push me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SOuubN2VfuI/AAAAAAAAAXw/9NuICrXEJwI/s1600-h/Golds_Gym.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SOuubN2VfuI/AAAAAAAAAXw/9NuICrXEJwI/s320/Golds_Gym.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254485172855078626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Go ME!  I really hope that, not only for a competition, I can also just make this a habit of mine because of health reasons and just feeling better about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-6807906243262678644?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/6807906243262678644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=6807906243262678644&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/6807906243262678644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/6807906243262678644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-on.html' title='It&apos;s on...'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SOuubZqK2dI/AAAAAAAAAX4/_5C3sYoQRoA/s72-c/dailyplate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-1076372403120688735</id><published>2008-10-02T12:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T12:43:47.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch Of Champions!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SOUkTaXM29I/AAAAAAAAAVA/N5HI1eYUYCU/s1600-h/pop+tarts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SOUkTaXM29I/AAAAAAAAAVA/N5HI1eYUYCU/s320/pop+tarts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252644456310299602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SOUkTg0V__I/AAAAAAAAAVI/QCbZ4aAhjrM/s1600-h/diet-coke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SOUkTg0V__I/AAAAAAAAAVI/QCbZ4aAhjrM/s320/diet-coke.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252644458043146226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea why, so don't even ask...but it's DANG GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-1076372403120688735?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/1076372403120688735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=1076372403120688735&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/1076372403120688735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/1076372403120688735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/10/lunch-of-champions.html' title='Lunch Of Champions!'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SOUkTaXM29I/AAAAAAAAAVA/N5HI1eYUYCU/s72-c/pop+tarts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-6540886978547449535</id><published>2008-09-30T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T09:27:00.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Thankful for My MOM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SOJQ2HovrGI/AAAAAAAAAUw/CEmtB33Ny7E/s1600-h/Mommy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SOJQ2HovrGI/AAAAAAAAAUw/CEmtB33Ny7E/s320/Mommy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251849006160522338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SOJQ2RCiWwI/AAAAAAAAAU4/3gi0yxTun9k/s1600-h/i-love-you-mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SOJQ2RCiWwI/AAAAAAAAAU4/3gi0yxTun9k/s320/i-love-you-mom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251849008684620546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am so very thankful for my mother!  I came down with the HORRIBLE stomach flu on Sunday Morning and don't know what I would have done without her.  I felt so ill, as if I just wanted to run to the hospital and be pumped with something in an IV to make it all go away, anything to get rid of the way I felt.  I vomited 13+ times, I pretty much lost count.  I have to say thank you to my mom for being there for me, getting me what I needed, taking care of me and most of all, taking care of my son.  She was willing to drive to Salt Lake to meet up with Enzo's father and pick him up, and then take care of him for the evening.  I'm not sure what I would have done if I didn't have her there with me.  Thank you MOM!  I LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-6540886978547449535?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/6540886978547449535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=6540886978547449535&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/6540886978547449535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/6540886978547449535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-thankful-for-my-mom.html' title='I am Thankful for My MOM!'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SOJQ2HovrGI/AAAAAAAAAUw/CEmtB33Ny7E/s72-c/Mommy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-2938995883076017842</id><published>2008-09-23T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T13:26:01.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SNlQ0QjPVmI/AAAAAAAAAUo/1x3EH87U87E/s1600-h/hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SNlQ0QjPVmI/AAAAAAAAAUo/1x3EH87U87E/s320/hands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249315699403216482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too much new has been going on in our world.  I've recently discovered that Enzo "scoots" on his lil' hiney, rather than crawling.  I have a feeling he'll never crawl and that's quite alright with me.  We all know that with crawling comes more baby proofing and chasing, so with that said, I'm lucky.  I first confirmed his scooting on Sunday when I was laying on the floor with my laptop,  Enzo was trying so hard to reach it and eventually he did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enzo has recently started to copy things I do and say.  It's so cute!  I'll scream, he screams, I'll say mama, he says mama, etc.  He can be so entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm truly blessed with an amazingly well behaved child.  I was at Ethan and Melanie's the other day and I mentioned to Ethan that Enzo has "attitude".  Ethan says "ya right, he's such a good baby".  Next thing you know Enzo let out a little scream and fidgeted a bit and I said "see" and he says "hardly".  Yes, I am blessed.  He rarely ever cries, he puts himself to sleep, sleeps the entire night through, eats just about anything you put in his mouth, is so layed back, goes to any one (which may be scary later on), etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often envy at home moms, but what can I do, right?!?!  It tears my heart up inside knowing that I can't be home and teaching my child the things that he needs, being there when he scrapes his knee, etc.  Today I couldn't help, but to think of business ideas, but then again with business usually comes more work.  Maybe one day, just one day, I'll meet Prince Charming and he'll be super duper amazing for us...ha ha ha!  It can happen, right?!  I know, I know, go to church!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-2938995883076017842?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/2938995883076017842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=2938995883076017842&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/2938995883076017842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/2938995883076017842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/09/our-world.html' title='Our World'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SNlQ0QjPVmI/AAAAAAAAAUo/1x3EH87U87E/s72-c/hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-7989004585653267586</id><published>2008-09-22T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T08:54:07.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Afternoon At The Park / First Time On The Swings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SNe_VXsAkDI/AAAAAAAAAUI/fzOt5exsgIQ/s1600-h/swinging2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SNe_VXsAkDI/AAAAAAAAAUI/fzOt5exsgIQ/s320/swinging2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248874264580362290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SNe_Vn1jEiI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/tAH-I80NKas/s1600-h/swinging3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SNe_Vn1jEiI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/tAH-I80NKas/s320/swinging3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248874268915339810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SNe_V6zGn9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/RovQN6bcCrQ/s1600-h/swinging4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SNe_V6zGn9I/AAAAAAAAAUY/RovQN6bcCrQ/s320/swinging4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248874274005360594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SNe_V0mAjUI/AAAAAAAAAUg/XLe4349IeWI/s1600-h/swinging5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SNe_V0mAjUI/AAAAAAAAAUg/XLe4349IeWI/s320/swinging5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248874272339823938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SNe_LsB-aTI/AAAAAAAAATg/qM0F1Q86dbI/s1600-h/eating+weeds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SNe_LsB-aTI/AAAAAAAAATg/qM0F1Q86dbI/s320/eating+weeds.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248874098242513202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SNe_L3EEMjI/AAAAAAAAATo/3Er0H8LPZA4/s1600-h/playing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SNe_L3EEMjI/AAAAAAAAATo/3Er0H8LPZA4/s320/playing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248874101204070962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SNe_L_B2OcI/AAAAAAAAATw/bqW_k5vYTlw/s1600-h/playing2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SNe_L_B2OcI/AAAAAAAAATw/bqW_k5vYTlw/s320/playing2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248874103342250434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SNe_MOhglVI/AAAAAAAAAT4/adMi7KR91dU/s1600-h/standing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SNe_MOhglVI/AAAAAAAAAT4/adMi7KR91dU/s320/standing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248874107501581650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SNe_MfE0k9I/AAAAAAAAAUA/PaKRXym_QuA/s1600-h/swinging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SNe_MfE0k9I/AAAAAAAAAUA/PaKRXym_QuA/s320/swinging.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248874111944659922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-7989004585653267586?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/7989004585653267586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=7989004585653267586&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/7989004585653267586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/7989004585653267586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/09/afternoon-at-park-first-time-on-swings.html' title='Afternoon At The Park / First Time On The Swings!'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SNe_VXsAkDI/AAAAAAAAAUI/fzOt5exsgIQ/s72-c/swinging2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-6789062394305471555</id><published>2008-09-16T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T15:18:50.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY BFF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually can't stand the term BFF, but when it comes to Samantha, I have to say "she is my BFF"  This is a few pictures of her trip to Utah.  This first would be after a sudden rainstorm drenched us at the Gateway and then the "chinga" in the parking lot wouldn't go up, therefore we, and every one else was stuck.  We had to four wheel out, in my Honda!  Good times I might say, and the picture proves it.  We think we're cool!  Evidently!  The second picture would be a run threw the sprinklers.  Samantha made fun of this pic because my hand looks deformed.  Gotta love the random fun that you can have, act young and dumb at times, it feels good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SNAv6dyWaWI/AAAAAAAAATY/WTZv94_TAFk/s1600-h/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SNAv6dyWaWI/AAAAAAAAATY/WTZv94_TAFk/s320/us.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246746247361358178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SNAv6ALCPTI/AAAAAAAAATQ/5o-ePJBH4MU/s1600-h/Ummm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SNAv6ALCPTI/AAAAAAAAATQ/5o-ePJBH4MU/s320/Ummm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246746239411830066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-6789062394305471555?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/6789062394305471555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=6789062394305471555&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/6789062394305471555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/6789062394305471555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-bff.html' title='MY BFF'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SNAv6dyWaWI/AAAAAAAAATY/WTZv94_TAFk/s72-c/us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-4779532179418523021</id><published>2008-09-16T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T15:13:28.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We Moved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Process Stinks, but I am done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for putting my bedroom together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enzo's room is all together and cute though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky man, he's #1 and gets things in order first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-4779532179418523021?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/4779532179418523021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=4779532179418523021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/4779532179418523021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/4779532179418523021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/09/moved.html' title='Moved!'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-4214905370767763363</id><published>2008-08-28T13:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T13:35:51.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cowboy Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went to get my prescription at Wal*Mart yesterday and decided to just walk around a bit before going home.  If you know me, you know I love shoes.  I ventured to the babies shoes and found these tiny little Cowboy Boots.  Of course I didn't buy them, my child doesn't even crawl yet, but I had to try the boots on and see what they looked at.  Enzo kept kicking his legs like crazy while looking down at his feet.  It was so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SLcLHxbXyjI/AAAAAAAAASw/hlQN4sUi7YQ/s1600-h/My+Cowboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SLcLHxbXyjI/AAAAAAAAASw/hlQN4sUi7YQ/s320/My+Cowboy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239668919623993906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SLcME9tU9DI/AAAAAAAAATI/dasIEwdZVEQ/s1600-h/Cowboy+Boots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SLcME9tU9DI/AAAAAAAAATI/dasIEwdZVEQ/s320/Cowboy+Boots.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239669970892551218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SLcLIaxyJ2I/AAAAAAAAAS4/1bhZRHDuknM/s1600-h/Proud+Cowboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SLcLIaxyJ2I/AAAAAAAAAS4/1bhZRHDuknM/s320/Proud+Cowboy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239668930723850082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-4214905370767763363?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/4214905370767763363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=4214905370767763363&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/4214905370767763363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/4214905370767763363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/08/cowboy-up.html' title='Cowboy Up!'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SLcLHxbXyjI/AAAAAAAAASw/hlQN4sUi7YQ/s72-c/My+Cowboy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-6820001005312749805</id><published>2008-08-26T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T17:06:36.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SLSac_LtAqI/AAAAAAAAASU/pgcZ87gLGmc/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SLSac_LtAqI/AAAAAAAAASU/pgcZ87gLGmc/s320/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238982089326264994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SLSZpwGxPvI/AAAAAAAAASM/S2FSFtT6Pac/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SLSZpwGxPvI/AAAAAAAAASM/S2FSFtT6Pac/s320/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238981209105710834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SLSZQZedP1I/AAAAAAAAASE/5mZqyVXSxqg/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SLSZQZedP1I/AAAAAAAAASE/5mZqyVXSxqg/s320/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238980773534318418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SLSYnbpNp4I/AAAAAAAAAR8/D90lWUAeKl4/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SLSYnbpNp4I/AAAAAAAAAR8/D90lWUAeKl4/s320/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238980069741668226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-6820001005312749805?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/6820001005312749805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=6820001005312749805&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/6820001005312749805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/6820001005312749805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/08/random-photos.html' title='Random Photos'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SLSac_LtAqI/AAAAAAAAASU/pgcZ87gLGmc/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-2229522253437327114</id><published>2008-08-26T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T16:51:02.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't help it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I forced him to wear this shirt, it didn't go over to well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SLSVvtYlaZI/AAAAAAAAARs/gxah2ZqJP3Y/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SLSVvtYlaZI/AAAAAAAAARs/gxah2ZqJP3Y/s320/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238976913407830418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok maybe not!  I stepped out of the room for a minute to make his bottle and he was not so happy about it.  Within 5 minutes, he was OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SLSVwLuLMqI/AAAAAAAAAR0/jSB5W7RFSgo/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SLSVwLuLMqI/AAAAAAAAAR0/jSB5W7RFSgo/s320/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238976921551450786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-2229522253437327114?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/2229522253437327114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=2229522253437327114&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/2229522253437327114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/2229522253437327114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-cant-help-it.html' title='I can&apos;t help it...'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SLSVvtYlaZI/AAAAAAAAARs/gxah2ZqJP3Y/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-7270009425179067676</id><published>2008-08-26T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T07:41:40.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Put your hands together and...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CLAP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;That's right!  Enzo now claps.  I think he learned at the Bee's Baseball Game, but just decided to show me last night.  It's the cutest thing, I think he'll be screaming YAY next.  I have a smart lil' Prince on my hands.  As always, I'm looking forward to each and every new day watching him grow.  Aside the stubbornness that stems from both his father and I, he is a joy to be around.  It's amazing how one small person can make such a difference in your life.  If I have a bad day at work, I just go pick my baby up from daycare and everything else seems to fade away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/6404218888758817449-7270009425179067676?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/7270009425179067676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=7270009425179067676&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/7270009425179067676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/7270009425179067676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/08/put-your-hands-together-and.html' title='Put your hands together and...'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-2471786945143487044</id><published>2008-08-22T08:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T08:28:52.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our 1st Bee's Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been buggin' a friend of mine for over a year now to take me to a Bee's game, we were finally able to go and I had a blast!  Yes, I love the boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SK7ZeUsnC9I/AAAAAAAAAQs/g3OrIgLUcuM/s1600-h/hottie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SK7ZeUsnC9I/AAAAAAAAAQs/g3OrIgLUcuM/s320/hottie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237362531653585874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you, we had AWESOME seats, can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SK7ZeiG8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/nnE8rIpJuiA/s1600-h/boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SK7ZeiG8ZzI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/nnE8rIpJuiA/s320/boys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237362535253698354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put Enzo in the seat next to me and it nearly collapsed on him, but I had to capture the cute photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SK7ZengEXEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/btt7btm2Pyw/s1600-h/at+the+game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SK7ZengEXEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/btt7btm2Pyw/s320/at+the+game.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237362536701254722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's probably wondering why I won't just let him relax and enjoy his graham cracker.  I think he loved to people watch the entire game, the fans loved him as well.  You should have seen his lil' legs kicking like crazy when the Bee (mascot) was near.  It was too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SK7Ze_lrK6I/AAAAAAAAARE/HVcILetnWpY/s1600-h/sitting+down.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SK7Ze_lrK6I/AAAAAAAAARE/HVcILetnWpY/s320/sitting+down.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237362543167220642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhausting, to say the least.  We were there 3 hours past his bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SK7ZfP0m2wI/AAAAAAAAARM/ubGHD4Kji_s/s1600-h/beat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SK7ZfP0m2wI/AAAAAAAAARM/ubGHD4Kji_s/s320/beat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237362547524819714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-2471786945143487044?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/2471786945143487044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=2471786945143487044&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/2471786945143487044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/2471786945143487044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/08/our-1st-bees-game.html' title='Our 1st Bee&apos;s Game'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SK7ZeUsnC9I/AAAAAAAAAQs/g3OrIgLUcuM/s72-c/hottie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-6300244049499271625</id><published>2008-08-19T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T19:07:53.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbreaking Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I recently started preparing Enzo's bottle before his bath, that way once he's in his jammies I can give it to him while we spend time together in the rocking chair, and then we call it a night. Yesterday when I put Enzo down on the changing table for his diaper and pj's, he spotted his bottle and wanted it at once. This is when I realized...he holds it himself. *sighs* Being he is in daycare most the day while I work, nighttime feedings have been our "moment" to bond and have peaceful time together. Tonight, I decided to give into him again and by the time he was is his diaper and dressed, the bottle was nearly gone. My time was cut in half, but my heart torn. The minute he's done with his bottle, he fidgets because he wants his alone time with his binkie and blankie in bed. While some at home mothers might enjoy this, I am saddened by his growing up. I think I'll start hiding the bottle until I am able to sit with him. I'll teach him a thing or two... *grins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SKt6dv4SiAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/zNNwjeKoELA/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SKt6dv4SiAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/zNNwjeKoELA/s320/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236413643235690498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SKt6dyqNGeI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Bc3ASzKl-7o/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SKt6dyqNGeI/AAAAAAAAAQc/Bc3ASzKl-7o/s320/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236413643981920738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within 5 minutes of Enzo laying down, this is what I get.  I love how he rolls over, cuddle his blanket and most times flops his leg up over the blankie...just like Mama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SKt7KOoMdkI/AAAAAAAAAQk/-KyFX9LjK3k/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SKt7KOoMdkI/AAAAAAAAAQk/-KyFX9LjK3k/s320/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236414407403927106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-6300244049499271625?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/6300244049499271625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=6300244049499271625&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/6300244049499271625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/6300244049499271625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/08/heartbreaking-moment.html' title='Heartbreaking Moment'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SKt6dv4SiAI/AAAAAAAAAQU/zNNwjeKoELA/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-4525017345933370283</id><published>2008-08-19T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T11:27:58.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's New</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just wanted to share a few new things about Enzo.  He's growing up way too fast and it seems lately he's been growing twice as fast as before.  I can't believe how times flies by us so quickly.  It's such great joy being able to share special moments with my handsome fella. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enzo is talking so much these days.  He loves to hold a conversation with you and will try so hard to get words out, but we all know it's mumbo jumbo.  His facial expressions that go along with it make it seem as if he's actually expressing a ton of feelings, which I'm sure he is.  I feel like he understands what I'm saying and wants so hard to say things back.  He's comical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also enjoys sticking out his tongue and spitting.  I'm not how to describe that in words, but if you see it, you might know what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BYE BYE, that's right!  Enzo waves bye bye.  Like most, he picks and chooses when he wants to wants to do it, but it's a fact.  I swear he actually said it the other day, too.  Actually, HE DID! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As more personality comes out, I'm seeing a little bit of a stubborn attitude coming out.  Hmmm...where did he get that from?  I can honestly say "both parents"  Eekkk...I'm going to try my hardest to beat him of this habit.  Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have a late crawler, or maybe he'll never crawl.  Enzo dislikes tummy time and always has.  He sits up well, but when he falls backwards, which happens at times, he is like a fat kid yelling "help, I'm falling and I can't get up"  It's too funny, I just laugh at him while trying to encourage him to get up.  He cracks a smile while trying so hard, until finally I get him up myself.  Children develop all different stages and I should enjoy the times he's not running around getting into everything.  It's nice to be able to get ready in the morning or complete a small task while he sits next to me playing content with his toys.  Enjoy it, right?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enzo spent a night at his fathers the other day, and when I got him back I said to his dad "he's growing up so much"  He says "yes, and he's talking a lot, he says PAPA"  When I replied to him I said "I know he says da da da da a lot"  He seemed to get frustrated with me and says "NO!  He says PAPA"  I chuckled to myself and thought "it was probably BA BA"  Whatever the case may be, we'll let him think what he wants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love to spend time at the park or just be outdoors.  The other day I took Enzo after work and spent over an hour just laying out on a blanket and looking around at the beauty that surrounded us.  I had a few snacks and baby food in the diaper bag, so I fed him dinner while we sat at the park.  It was so nice to relax and not be cooped up in the house, if you know me, you know I hate being inside.  I wish I had a house with a yard to care for, I would love to be outside while Enzo sat and played or watched me, maybe one day.  I'll have to make that a goal for me someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enzo is eating and loving all sorts of table foods.  He loves graham crackers, cheerios, any kind of bread or muffin, beans, pasta, bananas, strawberries and pretty much any table food that you put in his mouth.  His 3rd tooth was coming and has seemed to disappear.  I hear they move up and down a bit before coming out, so I guess it's moved back up and will be coming back down soon.  He's mastering the table foods though and has great reflux when it comes time to gag something up and chew it more before swallowing it again.  I don't think I'll have much trouble with him ever choking, he handles it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He recognized his first stranger yesterday.  A friend of mine came by to say hello to us and Enzo looked at him and looked at me and started to whine a bit.  He's so use to being around family and there was some one else in his territory that he didn't recognize.  Needless to say, he was sitting in his high chair, not in the comfort of his mommy's arms and that may have had something to do with it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-4525017345933370283?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/4525017345933370283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=4525017345933370283&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/4525017345933370283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/4525017345933370283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/08/whats-new.html' title='What&apos;s New'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-6736757475184750969</id><published>2008-08-17T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T17:05:35.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slippery Bananas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;YUMMY Bananas!  Enzo refused to eat his baby food today, so I gave him a banana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SKi5J4BcahI/AAAAAAAAAP0/qsuFjqYTiUg/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SKi5J4BcahI/AAAAAAAAAP0/qsuFjqYTiUg/s320/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235638146126604818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Awe mommy, I dropped my banana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SKi5KC_VTgI/AAAAAAAAAP8/_vo7DdRLgIw/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SKi5KC_VTgI/AAAAAAAAAP8/_vo7DdRLgIw/s320/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235638149070540290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The FIX every mother should have!  No more slippery bananas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SKi6G4CqBVI/AAAAAAAAAQE/UYLPnSAm6uM/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SKi6G4CqBVI/AAAAAAAAAQE/UYLPnSAm6uM/s320/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235639194103711058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this would be his first strawberry experience.  He liked it when I added the banana and strawberry together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SKi6HD58d8I/AAAAAAAAAQM/oe1Yo7NDCXM/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SKi6HD58d8I/AAAAAAAAAQM/oe1Yo7NDCXM/s320/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235639197288396738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-6736757475184750969?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/6736757475184750969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=6736757475184750969&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/6736757475184750969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/6736757475184750969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/08/slippery-bananas.html' title='Slippery Bananas'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SKi5J4BcahI/AAAAAAAAAP0/qsuFjqYTiUg/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-6736780294812961549</id><published>2008-08-12T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T19:33:30.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first photo screams "Abraham" to me.  I think it's about time I start online scrapbooking.  Does any one know of a site where it can be done? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SKJHihh1cpI/AAAAAAAAAPM/9Aw2DSvB654/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SKJHihh1cpI/AAAAAAAAAPM/9Aw2DSvB654/s320/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233824375399346834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SKJG2GIag8I/AAAAAAAAAPE/4_MbQSNUJEg/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SKJG2GIag8I/AAAAAAAAAPE/4_MbQSNUJEg/s320/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233823612130722754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SKJGDxn7MRI/AAAAAAAAAO8/teRmDsbBsaU/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SKJGDxn7MRI/AAAAAAAAAO8/teRmDsbBsaU/s320/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233822747632283922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SKJFgmN2iPI/AAAAAAAAAO0/naQplvFzRSc/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SKJFgmN2iPI/AAAAAAAAAO0/naQplvFzRSc/s320/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233822143274715378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SKJEls_CpoI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bSFGAtKdr-M/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SKJEls_CpoI/AAAAAAAAAOs/bSFGAtKdr-M/s320/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233821131479361154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-6736780294812961549?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/6736780294812961549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=6736780294812961549&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/6736780294812961549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/6736780294812961549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/08/photo-shoot.html' title='Photo Shoot'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SKJHihh1cpI/AAAAAAAAAPM/9Aw2DSvB654/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-982121834116548405</id><published>2008-08-05T07:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T08:00:41.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have teefers...</title><content type='html'>Enzo is a big boy now.  No wonder why he was so crabby, poor guy had TWO teeth pop through at once.  One is a little faster than the other, but they both showed up at once.  I love this picture below, it's like he's yelling "look at my teeth".  He's a joy to be around and cracks me up multiple times per day.  We enjoy our time together, or at least I do... =)  He's starting to laugh for no reason at all, I think he loves the expressions he gets after he does so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SJhqCPLrzeI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ANtrPGtjZJE/s1600-h/Yelling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SJhqCPLrzeI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ANtrPGtjZJE/s320/Yelling.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231047553858653666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SJhqCWpdY3I/AAAAAAAAAOk/sntU69vCBJM/s1600-h/My+Prince.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SJhqCWpdY3I/AAAAAAAAAOk/sntU69vCBJM/s320/My+Prince.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231047555862586226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-982121834116548405?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/982121834116548405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=982121834116548405&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/982121834116548405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/982121834116548405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-have-teefers.html' title='I have teefers...'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SJhqCPLrzeI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ANtrPGtjZJE/s72-c/Yelling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-3136541409515704014</id><published>2008-08-05T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T07:55:34.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Melissa and her (2) sons, Dylan and Danny, came to visit a few weeks ago.  It was a nice visit and although I didn't get many pictures, I did think this one was the cutest thing ever.  Enzo is already showing an interest in the PSP, but the time he is old enough to handle it, they will have some sort of crazy contraption that doesn't even require you to hold it or something...if they don't have it already?  While they were visiting, we were able to roast hot dogs and smores in the canyon, wade in ice cold water at the reservoir and spend some time with family.  I'm grateful for all my family and so happy they were able to make it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SJho2S3ffpI/AAAAAAAAAOU/nBZFumhEDfw/s1600-h/Enzo+and+His+Cousin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SJho2S3ffpI/AAAAAAAAAOU/nBZFumhEDfw/s320/Enzo+and+His+Cousin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231046249177644690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-3136541409515704014?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/3136541409515704014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=3136541409515704014&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/3136541409515704014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/3136541409515704014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/08/melissa-and-her-2-sons-dylan-and-danny.html' title=''/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SJho2S3ffpI/AAAAAAAAAOU/nBZFumhEDfw/s72-c/Enzo+and+His+Cousin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-2704536391079217916</id><published>2008-07-15T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T09:25:21.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Shopping Cart Ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SHzPa59DWRI/AAAAAAAAAOM/EFwB9lBc3pE/s1600-h/shopping+cart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SHzPa59DWRI/AAAAAAAAAOM/EFwB9lBc3pE/s320/shopping+cart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223277728983374098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think he loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-2704536391079217916?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/2704536391079217916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=2704536391079217916&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/2704536391079217916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/2704536391079217916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-shopping-cart-ride.html' title='First Shopping Cart Ride'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SHzPa59DWRI/AAAAAAAAAOM/EFwB9lBc3pE/s72-c/shopping+cart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-4919778647782692886</id><published>2008-07-14T07:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T07:42:25.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you ADAM!</title><content type='html'>Adam has a way of bringing tears to my eyes, whether he tries to or not.  I love you brother!  Anyway, on the anniversary of Danny's death Adam tried to call me when I was picking up Enzo from daycare.  I get back to the car to see a missed call and then a text message came through.  Mind you, Adam doesn't text, he's too cool for that.  The text read "Hey, I hope you're having a good day today.  I love you sister!"  And what did I do, CRIED!  He's an amazing man and I'm so grateful to have him for a brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was for you Paul!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-4919778647782692886?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/4919778647782692886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=4919778647782692886&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/4919778647782692886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/4919778647782692886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-you-adam.html' title='I love you ADAM!'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-3685581602135624271</id><published>2008-07-13T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T16:07:45.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Words Needed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SHqKukP56gI/AAAAAAAAAOE/nT5wF_0zF-4/s1600-h/%21cid_407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SHqKukP56gI/AAAAAAAAAOE/nT5wF_0zF-4/s320/%21cid_407.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222639250498513410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-3685581602135624271?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/3685581602135624271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=3685581602135624271&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/3685581602135624271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/3685581602135624271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-words-needed.html' title='No Words Needed'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SHqKukP56gI/AAAAAAAAAOE/nT5wF_0zF-4/s72-c/%21cid_407.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-5728799044150033739</id><published>2008-07-10T14:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T14:22:25.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you Danny!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's crazy to think that tomorrow 7/11/08 will be 6 years since the passing of Danny.  I think of him daily and will never forget the amazing child that God gave me and the love he held for not only I, but every one around him.  I love you son.  Until We Meet Again...&lt;br /&gt;I saw this poem and wanted to share because a lot of what it says is how I believe and cope.  I try to live in Faith. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Death is nothing at all.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have only slipped away into the next room.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am I, and you are you.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Whatever we are to each other, that we are still.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me in the way which you always used.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Put no difference in your tone, wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Laugh as we have always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Play, smile, think of me, pray for me, let my name be ever the household word that it always was.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let it be spoken without effect without the trace of a shadow on it, life means all that it ever meant.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is the same as it ever was; there is unbroken continuity.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What is this death but a negligible accident?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All is well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;-Henry Scott Holland&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;1847-1918&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-5728799044150033739?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/5728799044150033739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=5728799044150033739&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/5728799044150033739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/5728799044150033739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-you-danny.html' title='I love you Danny!'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-3759052768001104563</id><published>2008-07-10T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T14:19:09.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>With each passing day...</title><content type='html'>I am amazed more and more each day at  how fast Enzo is growing.  He's finally cutting his bottom teeth, it almost looks as if they are coming in one after another.  My once well behaved child that never cried has taught me that life is full of surprises.  If I didn't know of him teething, I would have wondered why he was screaming so loud.  Poor lil' man, it must be painful.  He's so cute when it comes to getting out of the car seat.  His handsome lil' face shows all sorts of excitement as he kicks around his feet and waves his arms as if he so anxious to get out.  I love the smiles and attention he's been giving me more and more each day.  It makes my days of mothering that much more rewarding.  Enzo has been such a blessing in my life.  We definitely enjoy our moments together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-3759052768001104563?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/3759052768001104563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=3759052768001104563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/3759052768001104563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/3759052768001104563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/07/with-each-passing-day.html' title='With each passing day...'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-2638146153366994266</id><published>2008-07-08T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T08:46:36.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can We Say Character?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SHOLYtGZ2wI/AAAAAAAAAN8/tpvR1g4xMyE/s1600-h/hey+mom.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SHOLYtGZ2wI/AAAAAAAAAN8/tpvR1g4xMyE/s320/hey+mom.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220669649592113922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-2638146153366994266?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/2638146153366994266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=2638146153366994266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/2638146153366994266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/2638146153366994266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/07/can-we-say-character.html' title='Can We Say Character?'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SHOLYtGZ2wI/AAAAAAAAAN8/tpvR1g4xMyE/s72-c/hey+mom.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-2350578124395717251</id><published>2008-06-27T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T07:50:47.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Boy</title><content type='html'>Why is it that a babies first word has to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"DA DA"&lt;/span&gt;.  Yup, he did it!  Enzo has mastered the word and was having a hay day yesterday with it.  It was actually the cutest thing ever and I cheered him on just to hear him talk and scream more.  It's so fun to sit with him while he's talking, I laugh, which in turn makes him laugh and we just sit and laugh and scream together.  Children are amazing.  I just hope that my crazy attitude doesn't rub off on him one day and make him one crazy kid, it may already be too late though.  As soon as he starts being mobile, I think I'm in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More good news...I can see the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIRST&lt;/span&gt; tooth!  YAY...  How exciting is that?  Watching your child grow is such a huge and exciting blessing.  Although once they're grown, you wish they were small once again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited for more and more to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-2350578124395717251?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/2350578124395717251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=2350578124395717251&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/2350578124395717251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/2350578124395717251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/06/silly-boy.html' title='Silly Boy'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-3639202755558355844</id><published>2008-06-25T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T09:42:19.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's been going on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SGJ00I2JZyI/AAAAAAAAANU/vwimbMyPvtk/s1600-h/Me+and+Z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SGJ00I2JZyI/AAAAAAAAANU/vwimbMyPvtk/s320/Me+and+Z.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215859757525067554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SGJ00D4WRPI/AAAAAAAAANc/c8NOBJlDeA0/s1600-h/Rattler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SGJ00D4WRPI/AAAAAAAAANc/c8NOBJlDeA0/s320/Rattler.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215859756192122098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SGJ00SsKM9I/AAAAAAAAANk/HzsyK8FfDxo/s1600-h/We%27re+so+cute.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SGJ00SsKM9I/AAAAAAAAANk/HzsyK8FfDxo/s320/We%27re+so+cute.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215859760167531474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SGJ00qJmPgI/AAAAAAAAANs/cT0AjBKutPk/s1600-h/zzzzzz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SGJ00qJmPgI/AAAAAAAAANs/cT0AjBKutPk/s320/zzzzzz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215859766465019394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SGJ00qyLsQI/AAAAAAAAAN0/zC9mvPeyj4A/s1600-h/zagain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SGJ00qyLsQI/AAAAAAAAAN0/zC9mvPeyj4A/s320/zagain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215859766635245826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It seems as if it's been so long since I've written.  Life has been quite busy with ups and downs, but I'd like to continue to say it's beautiful regardless.  What's up with Enzo...&lt;br /&gt;Finally got over a double ear infection&lt;br /&gt;And the stomach flu? or something like it...&lt;br /&gt;At almost 7 months, he's just now able to get 6 mo. shots tomorrow (poor baby)&lt;br /&gt;He's rolling, yes he's rolling over from the back to stomach now&lt;br /&gt;Every now and again he prefers to roll and sleep on his tummy&lt;br /&gt;He's so intrigued with everything in site, I think he's going to run before he walks&lt;br /&gt;He loves to take walks in the stroller at night before bath and bedtime&lt;br /&gt;Loves to stick out his tongue and blow bubbles&lt;br /&gt;Wants to grab everything in site, is for sure learning his motor skills&lt;br /&gt;And he's bouncing so much more in his excersaucer&lt;br /&gt;Enzo's personality is definitely starting to show.  He does something cute or funny and looks at me like "hey mom, did you see that"  He's been such a joy to have around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went camping last weekend and Enzo did very well and loved each and every moment of it.  He loves the outdoors, so he handled it all so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I've been the busy working mom trying to juggle my job and a sick child.  It's been hectic, but things are just now getting back to normal again.  Wait, is normal even possible?  =)  I'm scheduled to meet with the Boss Man this week to talk about future plans and my "raise", I'm really looking forward to this, it's needed.  I'm trying out the new "diet" plan (below) and beginning to take walks at night in hopes to lose a few and feel a bit better about myself.  I think to look good is to also feel good...vice versa.  I'm looking forward to seeing some changes about myself.  I recently finished reading "Twilight" and look forward to reading the other (2) books that go along with it.  Maybe I can pick up the other from Carrie this weekend.  Wishing you all the best and much love.  I forgot to mention, the snake you see in the picture above is a Rattle Snake, yes, a rattler!  As I was walking down the road I heard the "rattle" and looked to my side to find a snake rattling his tail beside me.  Without time to even think I continued to walk and said "Melanie, that's a rattle snake"  Wow... I never thought that would happen.  A guy by the name of Jason AKA "Steve Erwin" caught the snake with two sticks and put him in the box.  I was grateful for that because he was headed straight for my tent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-3639202755558355844?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/3639202755558355844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=3639202755558355844&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/3639202755558355844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/3639202755558355844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/06/whats-been-going-on.html' title='What&apos;s been going on...'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SGJ00I2JZyI/AAAAAAAAANU/vwimbMyPvtk/s72-c/Me+and+Z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-1316767064647931039</id><published>2008-06-25T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T09:26:12.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's on your daily plate?</title><content type='html'>Thanks to a friend of mine, I've started a new approach to dieting, if that's what you want to call it.  I'd like to say that it's a change of habit, rather than to say it's a diet.  Anyway, I recommend all you ladies who would like to lose a few and have a hard time sticking to a plan, to log into the following website and set yourself up a profile.  www.dailyplate.com  It's the coolest thing since white bread I tell ya, and it's FREE!  Now, how often do you hear those words.  On this website, you can provide some information about yourself and your weight goal and in return it will let you know what your daily calorie intake should be.  From there, you're able to log in everything you for the day and it will keep track of your calorie intake as well as show a cool little pie chart of your fat, protein and carb intake.  I love it, I'm addicted.  I suggest you make it an addiction of yours as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-1316767064647931039?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/1316767064647931039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=1316767064647931039&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/1316767064647931039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/1316767064647931039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/06/whats-on-your-daily-plate.html' title='What&apos;s on your daily plate?'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-7868792751156690128</id><published>2008-06-13T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T08:39:29.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SFKUrAt3eWI/AAAAAAAAANI/yYRzEeg01LA/s1600-h/reflection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SFKUrAt3eWI/AAAAAAAAANI/yYRzEeg01LA/s320/reflection.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211391185468750178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not quite the blogger as I use to be, but I hope to get better at it soon.  I just wanted to share this cute picture of Enzo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-7868792751156690128?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/7868792751156690128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=7868792751156690128&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/7868792751156690128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/7868792751156690128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-been-awhile.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SFKUrAt3eWI/AAAAAAAAANI/yYRzEeg01LA/s72-c/reflection.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-2090132442391952125</id><published>2008-05-28T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T15:24:47.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SD3bm3f4nDI/AAAAAAAAAM4/gwMelHl50eQ/s1600-h/sitting+up.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SD3bm3f4nDI/AAAAAAAAAM4/gwMelHl50eQ/s320/sitting+up.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205558205089356850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SD3bnHf4nEI/AAAAAAAAANA/O4aTXkG-Pgs/s1600-h/eating+toes.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SD3bnHf4nEI/AAAAAAAAANA/O4aTXkG-Pgs/s320/eating+toes.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205558209384324162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for Enzo.  I guess I should be enjoying the sweet baby that doesn't do much, but I'm excited to say that Enzo is beginning to make a few changes.  He seems so laid back and content with things around him, that I was afraid he would never roll, crawl, walk, etc.  I'm thinking he may just skip the rolling and crawling and go straight to walking though.  That should be good times.  Anyway, he sat up for the first time alone yesterday.  He was there long enough for me to snap a shot.  Enzo has also discovered his feet and ate his toes for the first time as well.  It's so exciting as your lil' one makes changes.  I'm trying to train him to sit up because we are going for pictures 2 weeks from Saturday, wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-2090132442391952125?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/2090132442391952125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=2090132442391952125&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/2090132442391952125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/2090132442391952125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/05/good-times.html' title='Good Times'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SD3bm3f4nDI/AAAAAAAAAM4/gwMelHl50eQ/s72-c/sitting+up.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-7241618871958150221</id><published>2008-05-23T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T09:30:54.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peas any one...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enzo decides a few days ago that he no longer likes peas.  Now, why is it that babies suddenly change their mind and decide they don't like something any more?  Here I thought we were doing good, eating all the right veggies and then he starts gagging on them.  I tasted them, and they really don't taste bad at all, so what's the deal buddy.  I will have to keep my fingers crossed that he still likes his green beans.  I'll leave you with a sweet picture of my sleeping baby boy.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SDbxHXf4nCI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YDL7M_xVzp8/s1600-h/long+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SDbxHXf4nCI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YDL7M_xVzp8/s320/long+day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203611528342314018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-7241618871958150221?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/7241618871958150221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=7241618871958150221&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/7241618871958150221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/7241618871958150221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/05/peas-any-one.html' title='Peas any one...'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SDbxHXf4nCI/AAAAAAAAAMw/YDL7M_xVzp8/s72-c/long+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-2398605145418750309</id><published>2008-05-15T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T21:52:44.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jakey is in love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SC0TFCOQTOI/AAAAAAAAAMo/860O-n6ZQnA/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SC0TFCOQTOI/AAAAAAAAAMo/860O-n6ZQnA/s320/025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200834121899724002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only time he smiles big is when he's texting his PRINCESS!  =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-2398605145418750309?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/2398605145418750309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=2398605145418750309&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/2398605145418750309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/2398605145418750309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/05/jakey-is-in-love.html' title='Jakey is in love...'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SC0TFCOQTOI/AAAAAAAAAMo/860O-n6ZQnA/s72-c/025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-5409270597428279248</id><published>2008-05-15T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T21:50:17.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rollin' over, NOT!</title><content type='html'>Since my prior post with Enzo rolling over, I just thought I'd let you know, he hasn't rolled over since.  I guess he's content with laying on his back and when it's time, he'll roll over.  He's not too fond of tummy time either.  I think he just needs to learn to sit up fast so he can look at the world around him more.  Who knows, I'm sure he'll be a later crawler as well, or never crawl, just walk.  On the other hand, he's such a joy to have around no matter what he's doing.  He always seems to be happy, even when he's sick.  I took him to the doctor the other day because he has a horrible cough, and what did he do, laugh at the doctor.  I can try for hours to get him to laugh and the doctor walks in and starts talking, and he laughs.  My oh my, what a character I tell ya.  I'm so very grateful to have him in my life.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SC0SdCOQTNI/AAAAAAAAAMg/hUetFaC02zA/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SC0SdCOQTNI/AAAAAAAAAMg/hUetFaC02zA/s320/024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200833434704956626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-5409270597428279248?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/5409270597428279248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=5409270597428279248&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/5409270597428279248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/5409270597428279248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/05/rollin-over-not.html' title='Rollin&apos; over, NOT!'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SC0SdCOQTNI/AAAAAAAAAMg/hUetFaC02zA/s72-c/024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-5036125205446778122</id><published>2008-05-08T15:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T21:45:27.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Little Vaca</title><content type='html'>Enzo and I just got back from a little trip to CA.  Our original plan was to drive out with Mark and Heidi, but after figuring out gas and time out of the way, it was much easier for us to fly...and we got there much quicker.  =)  Sadly, my trip was cut short due to a mistake on my end, so we weren't able to see as many people as I would have liked.  Overall, it was a great trip and I am not looking forward to the unpacking that I need to get on top of tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day we got there was Livermore's Honey and Wine Festival.  It was good to walk around and run into a ton of old friends and in general, be in the heat of the outdoors.  I think Enzo was in la la land because it felt so good beating down on him.  He's such a smiley baby, but not once did he smile for any one at the festival.  I do think he really enjoyed being carried around though, I'm sure he saw a lot.  We had a wonderful time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SCN64NIz9TI/AAAAAAAAALY/g2sMqNzqV1A/s1600-h/Lindsey2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SCN64NIz9TI/AAAAAAAAALY/g2sMqNzqV1A/s320/Lindsey2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198133500933567794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were also able to meet a new friend, Connor Daniel.  Conner and Enzo share the same half brother, which is Danny, my sweet Angel.  It was neat to get them together and take a few pictures.  Connor was loving on Enzo and wouldn't stop giving him hugs.  Poor Enzo doesn't hold his own that well yet, but soon enough he will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SCN8p9Iz9WI/AAAAAAAAALw/FCQ9Ajii-gY/s1600-h/connorenzo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SCN8p9Iz9WI/AAAAAAAAALw/FCQ9Ajii-gY/s320/connorenzo2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198135455143687522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SCN9QNIz9ZI/AAAAAAAAAMI/wUSQKYYNGyw/s1600-h/connorenzo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SCN9QNIz9ZI/AAAAAAAAAMI/wUSQKYYNGyw/s320/connorenzo1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198136112273683858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SCN86dIz9XI/AAAAAAAAAL4/995U5L3QOKs/s1600-h/connorenzo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SCN86dIz9XI/AAAAAAAAAL4/995U5L3QOKs/s320/connorenzo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198135738611529074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-5036125205446778122?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/5036125205446778122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=5036125205446778122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/5036125205446778122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/5036125205446778122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/05/our-little-vaca.html' title='Our Little Vaca'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SCN64NIz9TI/AAAAAAAAALY/g2sMqNzqV1A/s72-c/Lindsey2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-4045077860557159943</id><published>2008-04-29T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T14:11:46.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's been going on?</title><content type='html'>I haven't written in awhile, so I thought I'd just jot down a few things that have been going on in the life of Lindsey and Enzo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see below, Enzo now rolls from stomach to back, but not yet the opposite way, soon soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days I've gone to get him in the morning and he has the blanket over his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of freaks me out and I don't understand his obsession with it, but I guess I'll just be checking in on the babe more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enzo eats baby food twice a day now, we haven't found a food yet he doesn't like, but I recommend steering clear of the prunes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're excited to visit some family in friends in CA next week, yes, he told me he was excited, too...we have our own little language going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enzo LOVES people.  He gets excited, almost like a panting dog because he wants to be a part of what's going on so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for our first outdoor stroller walk last night, it was a beautiful night and we were also able to sit/lay on the grass for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enzo loves to play, if I'm holding him he'll stare at his toys as if he just wants out of my arms to dig into the fun.  I think he's going to be real independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it for now, I'm sure we'll have plenty to blog about next week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is well with every one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-4045077860557159943?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/4045077860557159943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=4045077860557159943&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/4045077860557159943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/4045077860557159943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/04/whats-been-going-on.html' title='What&apos;s been going on?'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-1190402301537174770</id><published>2008-04-25T07:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T07:28:34.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rollin' Rollin' Rollin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SBHqc7Wg2VI/AAAAAAAAALA/9ZQyIEoJsvI/s1600-h/gonna+roll.bmp"&gt;Enzo now rolls over!&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SBHqc7Wg2VI/AAAAAAAAALA/9ZQyIEoJsvI/s200/gonna+roll.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193189628024248658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SBHqdLWg2WI/AAAAAAAAALI/AZx1jXPCEUM/s1600-h/what+happened.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SBHqdLWg2WI/AAAAAAAAALI/AZx1jXPCEUM/s200/what+happened.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193189632319215970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SBHqdrWg2XI/AAAAAAAAALQ/J4IZp_APkh8/s1600-h/rolled+over.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SBHqdrWg2XI/AAAAAAAAALQ/J4IZp_APkh8/s200/rolled+over.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193189640909150578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-1190402301537174770?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/1190402301537174770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=1190402301537174770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/1190402301537174770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/1190402301537174770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/04/rollin-rollin-rollin.html' title='Rollin&apos; Rollin&apos; Rollin&apos;'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SBHqc7Wg2VI/AAAAAAAAALA/9ZQyIEoJsvI/s72-c/gonna+roll.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-4646335188494798193</id><published>2008-04-22T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T15:29:47.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I the only one with this problem?</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I felt like the biggest dork at work today.  When I cross my legs or sit on my leg while at my desk, I often get up and I guess a portion of my leg falls asleep.  In return, my leg gets a mind of it's own when walking or completely gives out...so today, for the first time, it completely gave out and I fell at work.  Luckily the guy next to me is hard of hearing and never heard me fall and every one else was in a meeting.  So, that's now 2x times that I've fallen in the past few weeks.  I'm doing real well over here, I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-4646335188494798193?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/4646335188494798193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=4646335188494798193&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/4646335188494798193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/4646335188494798193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/04/am-i-only-one-with-this-problem.html' title='Am I the only one with this problem?'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-249765023005334150</id><published>2008-04-20T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T18:15:42.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Love For Sweet Potatoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i52.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid52.photobucket.com/albums/g22/lromer7923/047.flv"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-249765023005334150?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/249765023005334150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=249765023005334150&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/249765023005334150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/249765023005334150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/04/love-for-sweet-potatoes.html' title='The Love For Sweet Potatoes'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-21764873751886008</id><published>2008-04-17T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T20:40:19.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A friend of mine is moving into a new Townhouse in a few months and wants to get all new furniture.  I wanted to buy her couch and chair so bad, but thought I'd never be able to afford it until a light went on in my head...I'll sell my couch and buy hers.  It worked.  I put it online late Sunday night and here it is Thursday and I have new furniture.  There was nothing wrong with my black leather couch, but I wanted a change and something more comfortable.  How do you like it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SAgX-TTm4UI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ShfzuwAO5J8/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SAgX-TTm4UI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ShfzuwAO5J8/s320/025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190424929646338370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SAgX9TTm4SI/AAAAAAAAAKo/0y8zgr6Cggc/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SAgX9TTm4SI/AAAAAAAAAKo/0y8zgr6Cggc/s320/028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190424912466469154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SAgX9zTm4TI/AAAAAAAAAKw/IAAJOwJg-js/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SAgX9zTm4TI/AAAAAAAAAKw/IAAJOwJg-js/s320/029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190424921056403762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-21764873751886008?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/21764873751886008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=21764873751886008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/21764873751886008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/21764873751886008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/04/new.html' title='New'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SAgX-TTm4UI/AAAAAAAAAK4/ShfzuwAO5J8/s72-c/025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-1813826519215585383</id><published>2008-04-17T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T20:35:55.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carrots Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SAgWmjTm4PI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/yHakupFHCDw/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SAgWmjTm4PI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/yHakupFHCDw/s320/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190423422112817394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SAgWnDTm4QI/AAAAAAAAAKY/khFXrci_4a8/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SAgWnDTm4QI/AAAAAAAAAKY/khFXrci_4a8/s320/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190423430702752002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SAgWnTTm4RI/AAAAAAAAAKg/GIJhD_dmkJQ/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SAgWnTTm4RI/AAAAAAAAAKg/GIJhD_dmkJQ/s320/014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190423434997719314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For some reason, the carrots seem to make a big mess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-1813826519215585383?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/1813826519215585383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=1813826519215585383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/1813826519215585383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/1813826519215585383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/04/carrots-anyone.html' title='Carrots Anyone?'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SAgWmjTm4PI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/yHakupFHCDw/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-1791195056693061522</id><published>2008-04-15T07:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T07:26:26.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a quick note...</title><content type='html'>Enzo started his new daycare yesterday.  It's nice to know that he is well taken care of and seems to be in good hands.  When I show up, all the other kids are so excited to see him so it looks like he'll be loved by many and given the chance to learn from them as well.  When I showed up this morning, Luisa was making the kids waffles and sausage and there was some cute music playing for all the kids.  She has taken the time to transform a portion of her home into a wonderful daycare setting full of lots of toys and fun for the kids.  I'm really confident that this is going to be a great place for my lil' man.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-1791195056693061522?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/1791195056693061522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=1791195056693061522&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/1791195056693061522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/1791195056693061522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-quick-note.html' title='Just a quick note...'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-2459560325086336536</id><published>2008-04-11T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T20:51:55.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm sure Enzo is getting tired of me taking pictures all the time.  As you can see, he is watching t.v. and paying no attention to me in a picture or two.  I wish I had a super sweet camera and it was beautiful outside because we would so be shooting shots.  Hope you all enjoy a few more pictures of my handsome prince.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SAAxXgcYA8I/AAAAAAAAAJo/nwYR373syxM/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SAAxXgcYA8I/AAAAAAAAAJo/nwYR373syxM/s320/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188201050646512578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SAAxYQcYA9I/AAAAAAAAAJw/DRm0vAO2O00/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SAAxYQcYA9I/AAAAAAAAAJw/DRm0vAO2O00/s320/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188201063531414482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SAAxZAcYBAI/AAAAAAAAAKI/L0Dm5nZ_5N4/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SAAxZAcYBAI/AAAAAAAAAKI/L0Dm5nZ_5N4/s320/026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188201076416316418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SAAxYwcYA_I/AAAAAAAAAKA/Sw8v9PhwapE/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SAAxYwcYA_I/AAAAAAAAAKA/Sw8v9PhwapE/s320/023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188201072121349106" border="0" /&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/6404218888758817449-2459560325086336536?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/2459560325086336536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=2459560325086336536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/2459560325086336536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/2459560325086336536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/04/photo-shoot.html' title='Photo Shoot'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/SAAxXgcYA8I/AAAAAAAAAJo/nwYR373syxM/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-1664898469687739847</id><published>2008-04-11T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T12:19:52.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't even begin to describe how happy and amazing it has been to mother Enzo lately.  He loves veggies, he loves to laugh and smile and he is beginning to have his own characteristics.  Last night my friend and I were sitting on the couch with Enzo and he was purposely pushing off with his foot to throw himself to the back of the couch, it was so cute and he had this look on his face like "I know what I'm doing, I know I'm cute"  I then had to take this picture of him...Thanks Jake for the pants, they look cute on him.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R_-5zgcYA7I/AAAAAAAAAJg/RklMcvmq-rg/s1600-h/Grandpa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R_-5zgcYA7I/AAAAAAAAAJg/RklMcvmq-rg/s320/Grandpa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188069590287516594" border="0" /&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/6404218888758817449-1664898469687739847?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/1664898469687739847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=1664898469687739847&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/1664898469687739847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/1664898469687739847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-happy.html' title='So Happy'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R_-5zgcYA7I/AAAAAAAAAJg/RklMcvmq-rg/s72-c/Grandpa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-8463820651875160311</id><published>2008-04-10T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T08:37:02.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Piggy Bank</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;My Piggy Bank After I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Bought GAS This Morning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R_40DgcYA6I/AAAAAAAAAJY/SNu7sNW2tdI/s1600-h/piggy+bank.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R_40DgcYA6I/AAAAAAAAAJY/SNu7sNW2tdI/s320/piggy+bank.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187641055630590882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-8463820651875160311?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/8463820651875160311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=8463820651875160311&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/8463820651875160311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/8463820651875160311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-piggy-bank.html' title='My Piggy Bank'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R_40DgcYA6I/AAAAAAAAAJY/SNu7sNW2tdI/s72-c/piggy+bank.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-2857852835721596975</id><published>2008-04-09T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T14:38:51.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always test the water first...</title><content type='html'>Just a little warning for all you out there!  Always test the bath water for you or your children before getting in.  I say this because last night I learned and thought I'd share quite the funny with you.  I guess so long as I can make every one laugh, including myself, life is good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started the bath water last night and tested it as it was running, plugged it up and waited for it to fill.  As I stepped both feet into the water I was suddenly awakened by the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;scolding &lt;/span&gt;hot water.  I don't think I've ever felt such hot water on my feet, so what did I do...JUMPED as high and fast as I could out of the tub, to only go slippin' and sliding flat on my rear!  OUCH!  My mother was in the living room and we all know how fast she'll jump and run when something goes wrong, but I assured her that things were ok.  She had thought the baby bath had crashed, but I pretty much crashed into it.  I guess you could say it was like sliding into 2nd base.  Needless to say, when I actually told my mother what happened, her worried look suddenly turned into a chuckle and she laughed at me.  It's funny to think about, but not something I want to relive.  I'm suddenly getting sore and that can't be a great thing.  I'm just grateful all my bones are still together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-2857852835721596975?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/2857852835721596975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=2857852835721596975&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/2857852835721596975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/2857852835721596975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/04/always-test-water-first.html' title='Always test the water first...'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-8664453790027352799</id><published>2008-04-07T10:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T10:21:26.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Danny!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R_pV2zf5cJI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/5x_lwEspkR8/s1600-h/5th+bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R_pV2zf5cJI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/5x_lwEspkR8/s320/5th+bday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186552320895840402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy 13th Birthday Angel Baby!  Can you believe it, a teenager in the hands of Lindsey?  Wow...it amazes me when I think of it.  How would it be?  How different would my life be?  I know that Danny is safe and in God's hands right now, he is blowing out his 13 candles in Heaven.  May we all keep him in our thoughts today and always.  Danny is an amazing and handsome little young man.  He always had such a sweet spirit about him.  Today, Enzo and I will be going to his grave to pay it a visit.  I'm excited, for it is Enzo's first time.  What an amazing experience this will be.  I have Enzo at work with me today and he's looking up from his seat and making sweet noises with the biggest grin on his face.  May he grace me with his sweet laugh today!  I love you Danny!  Mommy is thinking of you today and always.  Until we meet again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-8664453790027352799?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/8664453790027352799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=8664453790027352799&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/8664453790027352799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/8664453790027352799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/04/happy-birthday-danny.html' title='Happy Birthday Danny!'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R_pV2zf5cJI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/5x_lwEspkR8/s72-c/5th+bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-5294069936958274770</id><published>2008-04-06T20:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T20:50:15.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enzo Likes Peas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from rice cereal, he's only had bananas and now peas.  I wanted to give him veggies as quick as possible so that he could grow to love them.  It worked!  I had a feeling Enzo would love anything that I offered him, and so far so good.  We'll see how it goes later on, but as for now, he likes his peas and almost finished an entire container of them.  I believe he's going through a huge growth spurt and that since he's out of the daycare, he's been more happy and eating a ton more as well.  He's been eating 7-8 oz every 3 hours and at dinner time he eats his baby food and a bottle after.  I've noticed a huge change in him just over the past week and it's been fun to see him develop and grow lately.  He's learning to grab things a lot more and even bring them up to his mouth.  It's cute because he knows what his binkie is and when he sees it, he inches his face toward it with his mouth open.  I have attached a picture of him and his peas, as well as one of him playing with his Pooh Bear, which is his favorite toy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R_mZTjf5cII/AAAAAAAAAJI/cwHl9hxlsC0/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R_mZTjf5cII/AAAAAAAAAJI/cwHl9hxlsC0/s200/029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186345007119429762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R_mZTTf5cHI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5hHuVKJQmLI/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R_mZTTf5cHI/AAAAAAAAAJA/5hHuVKJQmLI/s200/027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186345002824462450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R_mZSzf5cGI/AAAAAAAAAI4/iot-su04BPs/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R_mZSzf5cGI/AAAAAAAAAI4/iot-su04BPs/s200/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186344994234527842" border="0" /&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/6404218888758817449-5294069936958274770?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/5294069936958274770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=5294069936958274770&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/5294069936958274770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/5294069936958274770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/04/it.html' title='It&apos;s Official...'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R_mZTjf5cII/AAAAAAAAAJI/cwHl9hxlsC0/s72-c/029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-1015134823637500996</id><published>2008-04-04T10:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T13:49:40.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100 Things about me...Inspired by Jenn!</title><content type='html'>1.   I am the 6th child of 7&lt;br /&gt;2.   I have 5 brothers and 1 sister, 2 step brothers and 1 step sister&lt;br /&gt;3.   I love MAC eye shadows&lt;br /&gt;4.   I make cute babies, just look at my 2 sons!&lt;br /&gt;5.   I currently work as a Project Coordinator&lt;br /&gt;6.   I love to mother my son and often wonder how it would be to still mother Danny at the age of 13&lt;br /&gt;7.   I love a clean and clutter free home, but you can often find clutter in my bedroom because it's out of sight out of mind...&lt;br /&gt;8.   I love to color my hair, change is a must&lt;br /&gt;9.   I think pedicures should be a part of every woman's budget...sadly it's not a part of mine...ha ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;10.   I love to be pampered with massages, pedicures, manicures and waxing&lt;br /&gt;11.   Lip Gloss is always in my purse&lt;br /&gt;12.   I love love love to cook and hope to cook for my lovely family one day&lt;br /&gt;13.   I think Sushi is one of the best foods EVER!&lt;br /&gt;14.   I love to listen to Glenn Beck and recently started to listen to him while at work&lt;br /&gt;15.   I love spending time with my family&lt;br /&gt;16.   I work 2 jobs&lt;br /&gt;17.   I love to Spring Clean with the blinds and windows open, while the candle is lit...  It smells so good and the results are so rewarding to me&lt;br /&gt;18.   I love to fly and get there quick, but road trips are so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;19.   I took my mom to Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;20.   I have 13 nieces and 7 nephews...wow!&lt;br /&gt;21.   I rarely ever make my bed&lt;br /&gt;22.   I picked out the fabric to upholster stools for a new Morgan Jewelers store in Portland OR and feel pretty special about it&lt;br /&gt;23.   I played the Project Manager on a few of our Chick Fil A projects, which by the way, had to fire a superintendent that came on to my job drunk...nice!&lt;br /&gt;24.   I'm spur of the moment at times&lt;br /&gt;25.   I love cars and pretty much know them well&lt;br /&gt;26.   I have a gym membership that hasn't been used in a long time&lt;br /&gt;27.   I love to go tanning&lt;br /&gt;28.   The beach is my best friend&lt;br /&gt;29.   I've lived in 2 different states and 9 different cities&lt;br /&gt;30.   I graduated H.S. school early because my goal was to finish by Danny's 2nd bday&lt;br /&gt;31.   I was the first one to walk and receive my diploma out of the entire Livermore High Class of 1997&lt;br /&gt;32.   I loved to play with Tonka trucks and Micro Machines as a child&lt;br /&gt;33.   I've never been stung by a bee&lt;br /&gt;34.   I love exercise, but don't do it as often as I should&lt;br /&gt;35.   I love to shop&lt;br /&gt;36.   I have a new obsession with Forever 21 and Wet Seal...where have I been?&lt;br /&gt;37.   I think big earrings make my look complete&lt;br /&gt;38.   I love sassy stilleto boots, cute sandals in the summer and just cute shoes in general&lt;br /&gt;39.   I get a smile from my son every morning when I say "good morning" to him&lt;br /&gt;40.   I'm a single mom for the 2nd time around, but often wonder how I would handle the family life because I'm not used to the help&lt;br /&gt;41.   I love to get my nails done, but regret doing it after they come off&lt;br /&gt;42.   I love hot sauce, the hotter the better&lt;br /&gt;43.   Making a big breakfast on the weekends, puts a smile on my face&lt;br /&gt;44.   I love being creative when it comes to cooking&lt;br /&gt;45.   I love to go to festivals and rodeos&lt;br /&gt;46.   I get excited for girls nights out to dinner&lt;br /&gt;47.   You'll find me in flip flops most the summer&lt;br /&gt;48.   I love to walk the piers and surrounding areas of SF&lt;br /&gt;49.   I went to 5th Grade Science Camp and fell in love with Clemente from Oakland, ha ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;50.   I often bring my camera, but forget to take pictures&lt;br /&gt;51.   I am in love with 3 Musketeers Mint&lt;br /&gt;52.   I try to maintain a positive attitude at all times&lt;br /&gt;53.   I don't think I've ever balanced my check book&lt;br /&gt;54.   I love taking bubble baths to relax, especially in the Winter Time&lt;br /&gt;55.   I rarely watch t.v., but love the news&lt;br /&gt;56.   I love music and only wish I could sing&lt;br /&gt;57.   I lost more weight than I gained during both pregnancies&lt;br /&gt;58.   I bathe Enzo every night and am afraid not to because it's what he's used to, part of our routine&lt;br /&gt;59.   I love to build a fire in the winter&lt;br /&gt;60.   I think making Smores is a must when you are camping&lt;br /&gt;61.   I have the outlook that life is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;62.   I can't stand when some one talks with their mouth full of food&lt;br /&gt;63.   Sometimes I have a hard time understanding why people argue, my feelings are things can be resolved through communication&lt;br /&gt;64.   I love sunflower seeds at a baseball game&lt;br /&gt;65.   I love to go to the SF Giants games&lt;br /&gt;66.   I don't like yellow gold (hear that boys!)&lt;br /&gt;67.   I love to read a good book, but have a hard time sitting down and doing it&lt;br /&gt;68.  I can't stay in the house for more than a day, I get too bored&lt;br /&gt;69.  I have a hard time following a movie unless it's real good, usually I'm off in another world thinking about something&lt;br /&gt;70.  But then again, I love a good chic flic&lt;br /&gt;71.  I've watched a few Seasons of the OC and become addicted to the drama that it is&lt;br /&gt;72.   Since the birth of Enzo, I've become quite the emotional woman&lt;br /&gt;73.  I'm excited for my future and what it entails&lt;br /&gt;74.   When I'm cold, my nose gets super cold!&lt;br /&gt;75.   I agree with a lot of what Dr. Laura says&lt;br /&gt;76.   I had a Smurf big wheel when I was little&lt;br /&gt;77.  I played ATARI all the time at a youngster&lt;br /&gt;78.   I use to play Mortal Kombat at 7-11&lt;br /&gt;79.   I once ate 3 oranges in order for my mom to buy me a cupcake, I was stubborn and my mom was just challenging me and trying to curb my sugar craving...I got it!&lt;br /&gt;80.   I've had my gallbladder, tonsils and wisdom teeth removed&lt;br /&gt;81.   I only had 3 wisdom teeth&lt;br /&gt;82.   I have a hard time when people can't understand common sense&lt;br /&gt;83.   I love to receive flowers&lt;br /&gt;84.   In daily commutes, I like to take different routes for adventure&lt;br /&gt;85.   I take blood pressure medication, blek!&lt;br /&gt;86.   I rarely put my cart back when I go shopping&lt;br /&gt;87.  I have a hard time understanding how people spend so much on Build a Bear stuffed animals&lt;br /&gt;88.   I believe everything is better with cheddar&lt;br /&gt;89.   I wear glasses and contacts, but not at the same time, hee hee hee&lt;br /&gt;90.   I don't mind folding the laundry, but I dislike putting it away&lt;br /&gt;91.  I dislike unloading the dishes&lt;br /&gt;92.  I just made a promise to a co-worker that I'll make my bed everyday for a week&lt;br /&gt;93.   I love to go snow tubing&lt;br /&gt;94.   4 wheeling on the beach is the best&lt;br /&gt;95.    I love to read books to Enzo&lt;br /&gt;96.   I  once traveled out of town for my brothers wedding and got pulled over 3 times on the trip, only got a ticket one of the three times&lt;br /&gt;97.   I won SF Giants tickets in elementary school and took my brother Paul to the game&lt;br /&gt;98.   I'm easy to get along with&lt;br /&gt;99.   I sometimes say more than I should&lt;br /&gt;100.  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She's the only one who knows where the  scotch tape is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;2. Mostly to clean the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;3. To help us  out of there when we were getting born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;How did God make mothers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;1. He used dirt, just like for the rest of  us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;2. Magic plus super  powers and a lot of stirring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;3. God made my Mom just the same like he made me. He just  used bigger parts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;What  ingredients are mothers made of ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;1. God makes mothers out of clouds and angel hair and  everything nice in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;world and one dab of  mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;2. They  had to get their start from men's bones. Then they mostly use strin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;g, I  think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Why did God give you your mother and not  some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;other  mom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;1. We're  related.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;2. God knew she  likes me a lot more than other people's moms like  me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;What  kind of little girl was your mom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;1. My Mom has  always been my mom and none of that other stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;2. I don't know because I wasn't there, but my guess  would be pretty bo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;ssy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;3.  They say she used to be nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;What did mom need to know about dad before  she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;married him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;1. His last  name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;2. She  had to know his background. Like is he a crook? Does he get drunk on  beer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;3. Does he make at least $800 a year? Did he say NO to  drugs and YES to chores?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Why did your mom marry your  dad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;1. My dad makes the  best spaghetti in the world. And my Mom eats a  lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;2. She got too old  to do anything else with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;3. My grandma says that Mom didn't have her thinking cap  on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Who's  the boss at your house?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;1. Mom  doesn't want to be boss, but she has to because dad's such a g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;oof  ball.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;2. Mom.  You can tell by room inspection. She sees the stuff under the  bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;3. I guess Mom is, but only because she has a lot more to  do than dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;What's  the difference between moms &amp;amp; dads?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;1. Moms work at work and work at home and dads just go to  work at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;2. Moms  know how to talk to teachers without scaring  them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;3. Dads are taller  &amp;amp; stronger, but moms have all the real power 'cause that's who you got to  ask if you want to sleepover at your friend's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;4. Moms have magic, they make you feel better without  medicine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;What does your mom do in her spare  time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;1. Mothers don't do spare  time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;2. To  hear her tell it, she pays bills all day long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;What  would it take to make your mom perfect?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;1. On the inside she 's already perfect. Outside, I think  some kind of plastic surgery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;2. Diet. You know, her hair. I'd diet, maybe  blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;If  you could change one thing about your mom, what would it  be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;1. She has this weird thing about me keeping my room  clean. I'd get rid of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;2. I'd make my mom smarter. Then she would know it was my  sister who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; did it and not me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;3. I would like for her to get rid of those invisible  eyes on the ba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;ck of her head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R_UoIDf5cEI/AAAAAAAAAIo/hafALnORBYk/s1600-h/9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R_UoIDf5cEI/AAAAAAAAAIo/hafALnORBYk/s200/9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185094664830152770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R_UoIjf5cFI/AAAAAAAAAIw/dcN53RPDEao/s1600-h/Big+eyes.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R_UoIjf5cFI/AAAAAAAAAIw/dcN53RPDEao/s200/Big+eyes.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185094673420087378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-4244314376340466892?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/4244314376340466892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=4244314376340466892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/4244314376340466892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/4244314376340466892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-god-made-mothers.html' title='Why God Made Mothers?'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R_UoIDf5cEI/AAAAAAAAAIo/hafALnORBYk/s72-c/9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-5319234547520962312</id><published>2008-04-01T21:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T21:38:57.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daycare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As some of you know, Enzo will be changing daycares. I haven't yet found the one I want, a possible choice, but I'd like to look at one more before I make the final choice. I will be looking at it tomorrow and then should know which I'd prefer at that time. It really saddens me to take him away from one and have to be acquainted to another, but at the same time, I am doing it for all the right reasons. I've had my concerns about where he's at and they were confirmed at his 4 mo. check up by his pediatrician. Basically, I don't believe that Enzo, nor any other children at the home daycare, get the adequate attention or are watched after as they should. It seems to me that my son is in a bedroom all day listening to Itsy Bitsy Spider, pretty soon he'll be doing the hand motions automatically. I feel that he needs more interaction, even if it's just being in a room with a few other kids. He is at a stage in his life where his brain is rapidly developing and to be stuck in a room all day is a form of abuse, neglect to be exact. As my pediatrician stated, "he only has one brain" I've had other concerns about his feedings, but we won't get into that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hard to tell her we were going and had other plans, I do like the person she is, in fact, I love her, but I have to think of the well being of my precious child. I honestly think this womans time is done watching children. She's been doing it for 30 years and is just done! She's older and set in her ways, she wants her time and her freedom, she doesn't want to watch some one else's children all day...she'd rather care for her grandchildren and that's her plan in the next 2 years when she retires. Oh well, life goes on and I wish her all the best of luck, I just need to do what I feel is right for my child and his development. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some fun pictures of my baby boy!  He's a ham...a ladies man I might add.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184502423199772674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R_MNfDf5cAI/AAAAAAAAAIE/KzkrEkI_sQ4/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184502440379641890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R_MNgDf5cCI/AAAAAAAAAIU/MOanwRzJAlI/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184502431789707282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R_MNfjf5cBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/D2YeZ2ZLrWE/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-5319234547520962312?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/5319234547520962312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=5319234547520962312&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/5319234547520962312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/5319234547520962312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/04/daycare.html' title='Daycare'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R_MNfDf5cAI/AAAAAAAAAIE/KzkrEkI_sQ4/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-3269613441890066014</id><published>2008-04-01T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T21:09:55.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I often wonder why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREAKING NEWS: Crime scene taped off in Amber Alert search&lt;br /&gt;April 1st, 2008 @ 9:31pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within the last hour, police have taped off the apartment complex where Hser Ner Moo was living with her family. There is also a medical examiner on the scene.&lt;br /&gt;Police have given no official word, but the crime scene tape is clear evidence of a major development.&lt;br /&gt;The police tape is blocking the entryway into the apartment complex.&lt;br /&gt;We've also been told that volunteers have been asked to stop looking. That request came around 7:00.&lt;br /&gt;A witness did tell us that three or four people have been detained by police and that the police were seen stepping over something in an apartment.&lt;br /&gt;We don't know at this point if a body has been found.&lt;br /&gt;We expect a press conference shortly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I've been following this story since the breaking news yesterday evening. Tonight I was able to watch her father speak with a translator, as he poured his heart out and begged for her return. It saddens me greatly to now, only a few hours later, see the Breaking News of her death. It saddens me to know that there are so many people in this world, who are so sick, that they do such horrible things to others. I often wonder why? What happens to someone in their childhood or later in life that creates such abnormal behavior. I know that drugs are a factor in many cases and it amazes me how much can take over us. It's sick and sad, all the things that go on in this world, it happens every where. What can we do to protect ourselves? In my eyes, nothing really, just be cautious of yourself and your children, but anything can happen. We have to always live in Faith because I don't believe it's healthy to live in Fear, but at times it can be hard not to with all that happens around us. Just Friday, I passed the complex in which she lived in. I had to run by a fabric store located across the street and remember clearly the name of the complex because it was "South Park" I thought of the t.v. show and kind of laughed, but at the same time, noticed lower income families near, not that that means they are bad people, but sometimes those areas get an "image" about them. As I drove down the road "500 East" I looked around at my surroundings and was saddened by the way that some live, often times it's because of their own decisions in life, other times they have no choice. Once again, this saddens me greatly. Her mother just had a baby 3 weeks ago and is now facing a tragidy. I lost my son, I know how it is to lose your child, but to imagine that my child was beaten to death, would tear me up inside. We never want our child to be inflicted with pain, it's inevitable that they will, but not this kind of pain. Although I lost my son, I'm grateful that it was instant and that he was asleep at the time of his accident. I'm just broken, in shock and ask of any one of that reads this can Pray for the family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-3269613441890066014?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/3269613441890066014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=3269613441890066014&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/3269613441890066014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/3269613441890066014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-often-wonder-why.html' title='I often wonder why?'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-1658600116383546801</id><published>2008-03-23T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T21:33:03.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Danny Boy</title><content type='html'>The time is coming, Danny would be 13 years old April 7th.  With all the years that have past, it still amazes me that I would have a son in Middle School right now.  I often wonder how much different life would be for me at this point.  Danny in my Angel, he always had such a sweet spirit about him.  I plan on going to his grave this year and taking Enzo with me, although Enzo is only 4 mo. I do believe they are closer to the veil than we are and that it will be a Spiritual experience for the both of us, a special day indeed.  I just spent a few minutes creating the following slideshow in memory of Danny.  I would also like for any one that wants, to go watch the video on my brothers blog in memory of my son at www.texasromer.blogspot.com &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w52.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w52.photobucket.com/albums/g22/lromer7923/21a60261.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://i52.photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow&amp;amp;landing=/slideshows&amp;amp;type=114" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s52.photobucket.com/albums/g22/lromer7923/?action=view&amp;amp;current=21a60261.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" /&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/6404218888758817449-1658600116383546801?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/1658600116383546801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=1658600116383546801&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/1658600116383546801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/1658600116383546801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-danny-boy.html' title='My Danny Boy'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-2496320587056446701</id><published>2008-03-23T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T21:01:12.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R-cnfzf5b8I/AAAAAAAAAHk/e8jGh4O2zJ4/s1600-h/Blessing1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R-cnfzf5b8I/AAAAAAAAAHk/e8jGh4O2zJ4/s320/Blessing1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181153323666468802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Enzo's blessing day and Easter Sunday as well.  I don't think I could have picked a more beautiful day.  In thinking about it, Danny's first birthday fell on Easter, so that made it more special that Enzo was blessed on this day.  Mark did a wonderful job and I think even the Bishop was touched.  It was a great day, did I already say that. Enzo laughed today, more than he ever has before.  The first time I heard him laugh was last night as I practically threw him in the air to try and get one out of him, but amazingly today, as you can see in the picture, Enzo laughed like crazy.   A friend of his dads was speaking to him in spanish and he got a kick out of it, or he was just laughing because she was talking about going to Uruguay...not sure which it was?  Sadly, we have ended the day with Enzo not feeling so well.  He is running a fever of 100.6, so I gave him some Tylenol and I'll be keeping a close eye on him.  I think he was feeling it coming on all day because to me, he just wasn't himself.  Enzo is usually real relaxed, go with the flow, barely makes a peep, but today he was fussy at times and just seemed tense.  Let's keep our fingers crossed that he gets better fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-2496320587056446701?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/2496320587056446701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=2496320587056446701&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/2496320587056446701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/2496320587056446701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/03/beautiful-day.html' title='A Beautiful Day'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R-cnfzf5b8I/AAAAAAAAAHk/e8jGh4O2zJ4/s72-c/Blessing1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-4562232890072481507</id><published>2008-03-19T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T07:19:13.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Exhausting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never realized how exhausting shopping could be until yesterday.  I'm trying to search for a new blessing outfit for Enzo being that the ones he had were too small.  I find it funny that JC Penny doesn't carry an in the Utah store, but yet they do in CA...strange considering the amount of children being blessed in Utah.  During my shopping excursion I ran across the Easter Bunny and Enzo had his 1st picture taken with the Bunny!  I may not have done it if it wasn't for Grandma saying "do it".  Anyway, it's off to more stores today on my lunch, off to find the perfect Blessing outfit for my lil' mans special day!  As for today, I'm completely, utterly exhausted!  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here's a FLASHBACK for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R-EfDmMetxI/AAAAAAAAAHc/RmmKpCg3-a8/s1600-h/tiny+baby+boy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R-EfDmMetxI/AAAAAAAAAHc/RmmKpCg3-a8/s320/tiny+baby+boy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179455193105741586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-4562232890072481507?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/4562232890072481507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=4562232890072481507&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/4562232890072481507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/4562232890072481507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/03/exhausting.html' title='Exhausting'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R-EfDmMetxI/AAAAAAAAAHc/RmmKpCg3-a8/s72-c/tiny+baby+boy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-3643187349617539331</id><published>2008-03-18T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T12:40:29.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Play Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R-AalGMetvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/iZdFsX_fGcU/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R-AalGMetvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/iZdFsX_fGcU/s320/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179168796096509682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R-AalmMetwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/-G1NkwRQYfY/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R-AalmMetwI/AAAAAAAAAHU/-G1NkwRQYfY/s320/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179168804686444290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to a good friend and her kind gift card, I was able to purchase this expensive lovely piece of plastic for Enzo.  Although he's still a bit too small for it, he enjoys it.  When I put Enzo in the seat, he has to sit forward because he can't completely sit up on his own yet.  It's so cute, he loves the musical portion of it and the bright colors all around, he's pretty much in awe for a few minutes and then he's done.  Soon enough he'll be more mobile on his own and he'll enjoy more time with the toys and music.  I think it will be nice when that happens, I'll probably get more accomplished without feeling guilty about it or worrying that his poor head will become flat from laying around so much.  Yes, I'm a spastic mom, I do worry about those things, especially since he's already got the bald spot.  I also wanted to share these photos because I can never catch a picture with a smile on his face.  Finally, it took his daddy to talk to him while I took the picture.  I'm sure as time goes on, I'll be able to capture more, but he's more or less interested in the huge camera in front of his face rather than showing his pearly gums.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-3643187349617539331?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/3643187349617539331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=3643187349617539331&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/3643187349617539331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/3643187349617539331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/03/play-time.html' title='Play Time'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R-AalGMetvI/AAAAAAAAAHM/iZdFsX_fGcU/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-221647030957326815</id><published>2008-03-14T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T20:59:38.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Coming Together</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think things are finally coming together for Enzo's blessing.  He will be going on 4 months, but blessed on Easter Day!  I'm pretty excited about it and so happy it's finally going to happen.  I think I have to take a visit to JC Penny and return the outfit he has for a larger one, oops.  It actually looks like it will fit, but just barely, so we'll get one that fits better for his special day.  It's going to be amazing and I can't wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-221647030957326815?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/221647030957326815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=221647030957326815&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/221647030957326815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/221647030957326815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/03/finally-coming-together.html' title='Finally Coming Together'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-7343237171539130930</id><published>2008-03-14T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T20:55:24.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6 months already...</title><content type='html'>Don't let that fool you, Enzo's not yet 6 months old, but he sure does fit in his cute 6 mo. jammies.  I've been trying to leave Enzo in 3 mo as long as I can, not realizing by the time I finally put him in the others he will almost be out of them. I guess on a good note, more clothes for Cousin Brooks.  Between Mark &amp;amp; Heidi and I, Brooks sure has got it made with clothes, I'm sure there will be outfits he never gets to wear, if not once.  As you can see in the following pictures, by the time Enzo goes through him nighttime routine and has his jammies on, he is so ready for bed, his eyes show it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R9tIhmMettI/AAAAAAAAAG8/L5DQ5vuVJjM/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R9tIhmMettI/AAAAAAAAAG8/L5DQ5vuVJjM/s320/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177811938618291922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R9tIh2MetuI/AAAAAAAAAHE/0IsvvUMgCcg/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R9tIh2MetuI/AAAAAAAAAHE/0IsvvUMgCcg/s320/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177811942913259234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-7343237171539130930?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/7343237171539130930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=7343237171539130930&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/7343237171539130930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/7343237171539130930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/03/6-months-already.html' title='6 months already...'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R9tIhmMettI/AAAAAAAAAG8/L5DQ5vuVJjM/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-2146281197023540927</id><published>2008-03-09T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T13:00:38.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We did it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R9RB3GMetsI/AAAAAAAAAG0/5BMZA3r-vIY/s1600-h/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R9RB3GMetsI/AAAAAAAAAG0/5BMZA3r-vIY/s320/046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175834286567110338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enzo and I went to church today, we almost didn't make it because for some reason this morning I was sure it started at 11:30 a.m. and then when it was 11:02 I panicked and said to myself "duh, it's at 11:00"  I threw on my clothes, woke Enzo up and off we went.  Good thing we live in Utah and don't have to travel to far to the church building.  It happened to be a Missionary farewell, so that was pretty neat to hear.  Enzo was so  well behaved and alert with every thing around him.  Upon leaving, I ran into a subcontractor for my job and he was pretty surprised to see me, sadly, I think he's in another ward.  All in all, it's been a great day and I'm looking forward to next week at Davey's farewell.  It's coming way too fast, in a matter of days he will be off to the MTC. I remember when my brother Paul went, I was so young, but that day will always be stuck in my mind.  I also remember when he came back, oh and going with my mom to buy him some sandals, I forget what they call them, but there were comfy.  Oh yea, Birkenstocks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-2146281197023540927?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/2146281197023540927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=2146281197023540927&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/2146281197023540927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/2146281197023540927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/03/we-did-it.html' title='We did it!'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R9RB3GMetsI/AAAAAAAAAG0/5BMZA3r-vIY/s72-c/046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-9164533667487283329</id><published>2008-03-04T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T14:29:17.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what happens....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When you hang with Keith too long!  Actually, it was my imitation of him upon leaving the wedding!  I love you KEITH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R83NJ3ob-jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/NpE7b90UlGg/s1600-h/for+my+evil+brother.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R83NJ3ob-jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/NpE7b90UlGg/s320/for+my+evil+brother.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174017116354640434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-9164533667487283329?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/9164533667487283329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=9164533667487283329&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/9164533667487283329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/9164533667487283329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-is-what-happens.html' title='This is what happens....'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R83NJ3ob-jI/AAAAAAAAAGs/NpE7b90UlGg/s72-c/for+my+evil+brother.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-1988485096390337653</id><published>2008-02-16T10:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T11:04:19.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to write about...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every one tells me that my blog is boring because I don't update it enough.  I guess it's hard to find time to sit at the computer and write when you're working 40 hours a week and being a mom full time.  On top of that, life needs to be handled as far as bills, cleaning, laundry, dishes...oh ya, I get to eat, too.  So, no one cooks for me, I do it all myself and I feel I do a pretty good job at it.  Sometimes I can get down on myself because I get to feeling overwhelmed and need a break. Now, when I talk of a break, I just mean seeing new faces, new scenery, window shopping or even real shopping.  I enjoy Target, maybe too much.  I think you can find me there a few times a week.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is going to be interesting.  I have never been to my ward, but I need to go and like Paul says, continue to go.  It's a big deal for me because I haven't walked into a church alone for years, but I'm not alone now, Enzo will be walking in with me...or in my arms.  Now, how do I track down that Bishop of mine?  Do I run to him after Sacrament?  Or do I catch him before Sacrament?  Either way, it's a must that I track him down.  I have a handsome son that needs to be blessed.  I have a date set, but yet, I'm not on the ball with getting things ready for that day.  Tomorrow will be a start and possibly a new beginning for us.&lt;br /&gt;I'll end this with a funny.  I got stuck in the snow the other day.  I parked in front of Enzo's daycare and upon leaving found that I wasn't going anywhere.  My tires were spinning, but I wasn't moving.  Sometimes I think I need a four wheel drive, but then again, this is the first bad winter in the 3 that I've been here.  We'll see where I'm at financially come fall and decide from there, but I really love my car, besides the NO POWER LOCKS.  It's funny how my niece gets in the car and asks why we have to pull up and push down on that lock.  Times have changed, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;Ok...I'm rambling now.  Hope you are all doing fantastic.&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you with yet another picture of Enzo, my handsome fella.&lt;br /&gt;Paul, if you or Brandy are reading this...do you have a play pen that's not being used for when I'm in Texas?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R7czje8_4vI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GZqJJhZDzz0/s1600-h/sweetface.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R7czje8_4vI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GZqJJhZDzz0/s320/sweetface.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167655782128280306" border="0" /&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/6404218888758817449-1988485096390337653?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/1988485096390337653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=1988485096390337653&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/1988485096390337653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/1988485096390337653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-to-write-about.html' title='What to write about...'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R7czje8_4vI/AAAAAAAAAGc/GZqJJhZDzz0/s72-c/sweetface.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-4455465546863565138</id><published>2008-02-11T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T22:43:34.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R7FACO8_4uI/AAAAAAAAAGU/vuAwF7QnocI/s1600-h/us2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R7FACO8_4uI/AAAAAAAAAGU/vuAwF7QnocI/s320/us2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165980654688527074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It really amazes me how fast our children grow up.  It seems as if with each new passing day, Enzo is doing more and truly more and more joyful to be around.  Lately he's been throwing out big smiles and such, he talks like momma...A LOT!  I am looking forward to our years to come, to teach him and grow with him.  He has been such a blessing in my life and I'm so excited for our years to come.  He'll be getting blessed on March 16th if everything goes as planned, the only thing is, I can't get in touch with my bishop.  Looks like we'll be showing up for church on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-4455465546863565138?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/4455465546863565138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=4455465546863565138&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/4455465546863565138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/4455465546863565138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/02/amazing.html' title='Amazing...'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R7FACO8_4uI/AAAAAAAAAGU/vuAwF7QnocI/s72-c/us2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-4323024463127647066</id><published>2008-02-07T12:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T12:04:21.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Google.Com</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The guy at work and I were messing around googling today at work.  When I typed in my name under images, this is what came up.  I burst out "hey, here's my  brother"  Larry says "nu uh"  hee hee hee...it sure is!  I think it's quite funny how I google Lindsey Romer and I get Paul's crazy picture.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R6tkJ7AL2wI/AAAAAAAAAGM/O2LArLUKYTQ/s1600-h/paul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R6tkJ7AL2wI/AAAAAAAAAGM/O2LArLUKYTQ/s320/paul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164331519330474754" border="0" /&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/6404218888758817449-4323024463127647066?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/4323024463127647066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=4323024463127647066&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/4323024463127647066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/4323024463127647066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/02/googlecom.html' title='Google.Com'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R6tkJ7AL2wI/AAAAAAAAAGM/O2LArLUKYTQ/s72-c/paul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-6962866527681883266</id><published>2008-02-05T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T10:54:24.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back into the groove...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R6iwxbAL2vI/AAAAAAAAAGE/GJ1_cIWoKyc/s1600-h/screaming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R6iwxbAL2vI/AAAAAAAAAGE/GJ1_cIWoKyc/s320/screaming.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163571335888886514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I will miss these days at work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more staying home and enjoying the sweet life of mother and son, going where I want when I want, visiting with friends and family during the day, taking naps, sleeping in, etc.  It's over!&lt;br /&gt;My Sweet Enzo started daycare yesterday as I am back to work full time.  The money I'll earn will be fabulous to pay the bills, but it's heart wrenching that I can't be there to teach Enzo the things a mother teaches.  I have to say that I handled the drop off much better than expected.  I guess life has been so busy, work has been busy, doctor appointments, errands, etc. have kept me from dwelling on the idea of him being away.  I am VERY grateful for the daycare provider I have chosen.  He is in a  home daycare with an LDS woman who has been doing this for 30 years.  I guess after raising 6 kids of your own and providing daycare for that amount of time, you pretty much know what you're doing.  It may take a few days or weeks for the two to get acquainted, but in the meantime, they will both survive.  Enzo had a great day there yesterday, so she said, but didn't smile for her once.  The moment I took him away he was all smiles as I babbled with him.  He's an amazing lil' boy and I'm so grateful to have him as my son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh ya...2nd day of daycare and work we got out of the house in 24 minutes.  I woke up late and feeling exhausted, but we did it.  I won't mention what I look like today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-6962866527681883266?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/6962866527681883266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=6962866527681883266&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/6962866527681883266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/6962866527681883266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/02/back-into-groove.html' title='Back into the groove...'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R6iwxbAL2vI/AAAAAAAAAGE/GJ1_cIWoKyc/s72-c/screaming.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-1600308769285481220</id><published>2008-01-27T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T11:07:48.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unforgettable</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R5zVvrAL2uI/AAAAAAAAAF8/2-W38ux8rt4/s1600-h/rexburg_lds_mormon_temple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R5zVvrAL2uI/AAAAAAAAAF8/2-W38ux8rt4/s320/rexburg_lds_mormon_temple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160234288033815266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday was an amazing day.  I was able to walk through the New Rexburg, ID Temple before it gets dedicated on Feb. 3rd.  In doing so I had so many thoughts run through my mind, but yet each thought was so clear.  The tour was so peaceful, beautiful and amazing.  The children whom attended even had a sense of piece about them.  The Temples is truly a beautiful place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-1600308769285481220?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/1600308769285481220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=1600308769285481220&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/1600308769285481220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/1600308769285481220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/01/unforgettable.html' title='Unforgettable'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R5zVvrAL2uI/AAAAAAAAAF8/2-W38ux8rt4/s72-c/rexburg_lds_mormon_temple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-3395311275822966731</id><published>2008-01-24T07:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T07:37:59.418-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R5iwzbAL2sI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BxMjptvM-rY/s1600-h/snowman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R5iwzbAL2sI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BxMjptvM-rY/s320/snowman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159067770621254338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had so much snow this year!  It seems as if every weekend is filled with some sort of a snow storm.  While it's been so much fun to watch the beautiful snow fall and enjoy the "looks" of it, it has been a real big pain.  First off, just having a baby and being stuck in the house is bad enough, then the snow storms come and you can't go anywhere and no one will come see you.  I do have to be grateful for my friend Jenn and her husband Shaun that live close, they seem to come and visit at least once a week...thank you guys!  It's been colder than cold though and poor Enzo has to go out in this, but he'll survive, I have a great cover for his car seat.  Poor guy is always so covered, he probably has no idea what the outdoors look like.  Anyway, It's cold!  I have to say I'm thankful for Heat, my boots, Enzo's car seat cover, SOCKS, a roof over my head, a car with a working heater, jackets, pants and this beautiful life I've been given.  Ok, now that my rambling is over, the whole point of me posting a blog today is to share the snowman that I found in the Wal Mart parking lot.  I couldn't help but laugh when I saw this.  Pretty Clever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-3395311275822966731?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/3395311275822966731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=3395311275822966731&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/3395311275822966731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/3395311275822966731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/01/snowman.html' title='Snowman'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R5iwzbAL2sI/AAAAAAAAAFs/BxMjptvM-rY/s72-c/snowman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-5513588333715021951</id><published>2008-01-23T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T22:16:50.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R5gtO7AL2rI/AAAAAAAAAFk/orthcxjf558/s1600-h/precious.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R5gtO7AL2rI/AAAAAAAAAFk/orthcxjf558/s320/precious.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158923107532790450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-5513588333715021951?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/5513588333715021951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=5513588333715021951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/5513588333715021951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/5513588333715021951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/01/precious-moments.html' title='Precious Moments'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R5gtO7AL2rI/AAAAAAAAAFk/orthcxjf558/s72-c/precious.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-7279924602953567385</id><published>2008-01-21T12:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T12:23:57.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Handsome Fella</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w52.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w52.photobucket.com/albums/g22/lromer7923/d8e6bd2b.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_logo.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s52.photobucket.com/albums/g22/lromer7923/?action=view&amp;amp;current=d8e6bd2b.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_viewshow.gif" style="float:right;border-width: 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/redirect/album?action=slideshow" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/album/slideshow/wrapper_getyourown.gif" style="float:right;border-width: 0;" /&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/6404218888758817449-7279924602953567385?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/7279924602953567385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=7279924602953567385&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/7279924602953567385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/7279924602953567385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/01/handsome-fella.html' title='Handsome Fella'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-8119612923769682515</id><published>2008-01-21T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T12:13:08.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowed In</title><content type='html'>I'm pretty amazed at how much it has snowed here today. This is my 3rd winter and I can say the most snow I've seen yet. I walked outside and figured I'd move my car before the snow froze on it and I had to scrape it off. To my surprise it was deeper than I though. Even with my new boots on, the snow was coming over them. I didn't have to worry about walking off the curb because there was so much snow, the curb pretty much didn't exist. I had to go back inside after "finding" my car so I could get the broom, I figured it would be easier if I used that. It worked...and my car moved out of the spot without a problem and I moved it to the covered parking. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R5T0iJdO3-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/wIsDNY_CNWs/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R5T0iJdO3-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/wIsDNY_CNWs/s320/019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158016340737318882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R5T3oJdO3_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7nNV3T2vWLQ/s1600-h/after.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R5T3oJdO3_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/7nNV3T2vWLQ/s320/after.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158019742351417330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R5T8jJdO4BI/AAAAAAAAAFc/MVRyVC3F-JU/s1600-h/snowy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R5T8jJdO4BI/AAAAAAAAAFc/MVRyVC3F-JU/s320/snowy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158025154010210322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-8119612923769682515?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/8119612923769682515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=8119612923769682515&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/8119612923769682515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/8119612923769682515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/01/snowed-in.html' title='Snowed In'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R5T0iJdO3-I/AAAAAAAAAFI/wIsDNY_CNWs/s72-c/019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-1359435090858969787</id><published>2008-01-20T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T11:13:55.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think Enzo is  getting sick of me taking pictures.  Just had to take a few of us to share.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R5OZiJdO34I/AAAAAAAAAEY/TUh1UlPCWUk/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R5OZiJdO34I/AAAAAAAAAEY/TUh1UlPCWUk/s320/018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157634810202480514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R5OZipdO35I/AAAAAAAAAEg/4WTiJGEsh8s/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R5OZipdO35I/AAAAAAAAAEg/4WTiJGEsh8s/s320/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157634818792415122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R5OZi5dO36I/AAAAAAAAAEo/qx2Fwl1SwZQ/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R5OZi5dO36I/AAAAAAAAAEo/qx2Fwl1SwZQ/s320/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157634823087382434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-1359435090858969787?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/1359435090858969787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=1359435090858969787&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/1359435090858969787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/1359435090858969787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/01/photo-shoot.html' title='Photo Shoot'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R5OZiJdO34I/AAAAAAAAAEY/TUh1UlPCWUk/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-5173047779647286701</id><published>2008-01-18T22:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T22:45:53.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and this is what you call Classic...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R5GcmZdO33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/zFYTmM7Fbec/s1600-h/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R5GcmZdO33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/zFYTmM7Fbec/s320/family.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157075231798386546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-5173047779647286701?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/5173047779647286701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=5173047779647286701&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/5173047779647286701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/5173047779647286701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/01/and-this-is-what-you-call-classic.html' title='and this is what you call Classic...'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R5GcmZdO33I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/zFYTmM7Fbec/s72-c/family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-5127671802473404471</id><published>2008-01-18T22:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T22:44:47.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ThE aDoRaBlEs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R5GcVpdO31I/AAAAAAAAAEA/wpj-63ZG0eg/s1600-h/danny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R5GcVpdO31I/AAAAAAAAAEA/wpj-63ZG0eg/s320/danny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157074944035577682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R5GcVpdO32I/AAAAAAAAAEI/KnAvioMG8gM/s1600-h/%21cid_607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R5GcVpdO32I/AAAAAAAAAEI/KnAvioMG8gM/s320/%21cid_607.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157074944035577698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R5Gb3JdO3zI/AAAAAAAAADw/EBrKBsO5pzQ/s1600-h/danny.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-5127671802473404471?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/5127671802473404471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=5127671802473404471&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/5127671802473404471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/5127671802473404471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/01/adorables.html' title='ThE aDoRaBlEs'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R5GcVpdO31I/AAAAAAAAAEA/wpj-63ZG0eg/s72-c/danny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-7776015914213529121</id><published>2008-01-18T10:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T10:16:57.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He Never Said It Would Be Easy, Only That It Would Be Worth It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I sat up last night and thought about life a lot.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I thought about all the trials and tribulations I’ve faced in my life and questioned as to why I’ve been spinning in this whirlwind since the passing of my son Danny.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It seems my life has never settled, I’ve been up and running for years, moving from place to place, switching phone numbers, making rational decisions, battling financial issues, etc.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You could say this is just a way of life for some people, but I often wonder if the day will come where I’m just “settled” into my life and living the day to day activities without constantly having to make some sort of a “BIG” decision.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In thinking of all this, I answer my own prayers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The still small voice whispers to me, “Lindsey, if you want the true happiness that is promised to you, you need to work for it”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ok ok, I know what it is I need to do, why sit and put it off if this is what you truly want from your life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now I need to sit and write out some goals for myself and my life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-7776015914213529121?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/7776015914213529121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=7776015914213529121&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/7776015914213529121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/7776015914213529121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/01/he-never-said-it-would-be-easy-only.html' title='He Never Said It Would Be Easy, Only That It Would Be Worth It!'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-660486932577261207</id><published>2008-01-18T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T10:09:04.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>These Boots Are Made For Walkin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R5DrL5dO3vI/AAAAAAAAADQ/f-23_lVDVT4/s1600-h/boots.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R5DrL5dO3vI/AAAAAAAAADQ/f-23_lVDVT4/s320/boots.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156880162973736690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I looked every where for a pair of boots like these and come to find out, every one had already bought them all up.  If you don't know already, the Original Uggs are the popular boot that looks like this and they are a pretty penny to buy.  I went on to the Ugg-Australian website and they were even back ordered there until 3/17/08.  Wow... anyway, I was pretty fortunate to be able to find this pair (not Ugg's), that had to be ordered at Famous Footwear.  Today is the first day I was able to wear them and let me tell you, on  a &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;Snowy Cold Wintery Day&lt;/span&gt;...these are the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WARMEST&lt;/span&gt; most comfortable shoes EVER!  No more sopping wet jeans from them draggin' in the snow.  Woo Hoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-660486932577261207?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/660486932577261207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=660486932577261207&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/660486932577261207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/660486932577261207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/01/these-boots-are-made-for-walkin.html' title='These Boots Are Made For Walkin&apos;'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R5DrL5dO3vI/AAAAAAAAADQ/f-23_lVDVT4/s72-c/boots.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-5011145874811740931</id><published>2008-01-17T17:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T17:14:41.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Smiles*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R4_9A5dO3tI/AAAAAAAAADE/21uwiuDiVfQ/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R4_9A5dO3tI/AAAAAAAAADE/21uwiuDiVfQ/s320/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156618290227764946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a full belly and a clean diaper, Enzo is all smiles!  I put him in his crib to enjoy his mobile and other crib toy and he was full of smiles.  He was so happy, kicking his little feet and waving his arms.  I often feel guilty just putting him down, but after seeing how much he enjoyed it, I didn't feel so bad and was able to run and take a few minutes to wash his bottles.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-5011145874811740931?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/5011145874811740931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=5011145874811740931&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/5011145874811740931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/5011145874811740931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/01/smiles.html' title='*Smiles*'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R4_9A5dO3tI/AAAAAAAAADE/21uwiuDiVfQ/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-7311582974902062602</id><published>2008-01-15T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T11:23:35.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Typical Work Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R40IJZdO3sI/AAAAAAAAAC8/I6eweZHXQRk/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R40IJZdO3sI/AAAAAAAAAC8/I6eweZHXQRk/s320/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155786105954426562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been blessed with the opportunity to return back to work, part time, at my leisure and bring Enzo with me.  I should really be here more often being that money is needed, but I've also taken advantage of the time off.   He's been throwing a fit today, but luckily it's been just the Project Manager and I for the past hour or so.  He is the one who wants me here most, so I'm sure the cries don't bother him much.  After about an hour of fighting sleep, he's finally OUT!  This is when babes look the sweetest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-7311582974902062602?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/7311582974902062602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=7311582974902062602&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/7311582974902062602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/7311582974902062602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/01/typical-work-day.html' title='A Typical Work Day'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R40IJZdO3sI/AAAAAAAAAC8/I6eweZHXQRk/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-1949082343855919472</id><published>2008-01-14T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T11:56:51.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Storage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R4xNLpdO3rI/AAAAAAAAAC0/XzuzkbnVqHo/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I came home on Friday evening to this box on my front door step.  I have to say that I was actually expecting a pair of  shoes in the mail and not this.  I have no idea where it came from, it's made out to me and from Salt Lake Distribution Center.  I have some thoughts as to who may have done  it, but have yet to ask.  So, if it was you, come forward now.  I do want to say that I am thankful for the time and thought that was taken it getting this to me.  It makes me think!  I was having a conversation with my brother Mark via email today about the things going on in the World and how we often wonder if we'll live to see the  difficult times for all.  I've sat at home a lot in the past 6 weeks watching t.v. and have to say that the news and what's going on in the world is amazing to me.  It's anything from extreme weather conditions to carbon monoxide poisonings and more.  As well as food storage, the kit included a bottle for saving money.  I'm not good at it and often wonder how I can do it on the income I have, but then again, I do see ways that I can cut things out and make it work.  Time to get on it and quit talking about it.  Thank you again to whomever got this for me, I really appreciate it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R4xNLpdO3rI/AAAAAAAAAC0/XzuzkbnVqHo/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R4xNLpdO3rI/AAAAAAAAAC0/XzuzkbnVqHo/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R4xNLpdO3rI/AAAAAAAAAC0/XzuzkbnVqHo/s320/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155580535934738098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-1949082343855919472?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/1949082343855919472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=1949082343855919472&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/1949082343855919472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/1949082343855919472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/01/food-storage.html' title='Food Storage'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R4xNLpdO3rI/AAAAAAAAAC0/XzuzkbnVqHo/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404218888758817449.post-8704996731934422362</id><published>2008-01-14T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T11:57:23.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Big Too Fast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's amazing at how fast our children grow. I took a few pictures of Enzo tonight and then realized I have similar ones that were taken before to compare them to. He's been such a joy to have around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R4xLZJdO3nI/AAAAAAAAACU/a1Y2djakE9M/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R4xLZJdO3nI/AAAAAAAAACU/a1Y2djakE9M/s320/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155578568839716466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R4xLaZdO3oI/AAAAAAAAACc/vUChlKqCeSg/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R4xLaZdO3oI/AAAAAAAAACc/vUChlKqCeSg/s320/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155578590314552962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R4xLa5dO3pI/AAAAAAAAACk/NaKXa9-_Jys/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R4xLa5dO3pI/AAAAAAAAACk/NaKXa9-_Jys/s320/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155578598904487570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R4xLbZdO3qI/AAAAAAAAACs/nt1IGqjavAM/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R4xLbZdO3qI/AAAAAAAAACs/nt1IGqjavAM/s320/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155578607494422178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6404218888758817449-8704996731934422362?l=lromer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/feeds/8704996731934422362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6404218888758817449&amp;postID=8704996731934422362&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/8704996731934422362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6404218888758817449/posts/default/8704996731934422362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lromer.blogspot.com/2008/01/too-big-too-fast.html' title='Too Big Too Fast'/><author><name>A Day in the Life...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16573580850263107796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/Ss4-UXDREII/AAAAAAAAAo8/-nV6aiLlXmE/S220/l_cb24500dd40949178b121f65ac5cf3e5.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zqRxtIqjS_k/R4xLZJdO3nI/AAAAAAAAACU/a1Y2djakE9M/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
