<?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-3128419217653614006</id><updated>2011-07-07T22:08:00.344-07:00</updated><category term='video fun'/><category term='videos of the kids'/><title type='text'>Ramblings from CA</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Misti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09712945460197265011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSOpSxtk_ZI/AAAAAAAAAII/qnWSBMYoyO0/S220/DSCF3098.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128419217653614006.post-2870766332693474105</id><published>2009-03-20T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T21:50:19.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dagan speaks!</title><content type='html'>Short little video of Dagan talking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e660958dc2545349" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De660958dc2545349%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331346822%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D14413BB44AEC04E47BC888E2927C6A46D1C76E95.444D10CE5DB1028115CC2864ABE696393DE31DA6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De660958dc2545349%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbTMDnZ28FsB6zt0Nd5njvZpQ6uk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De660958dc2545349%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331346822%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D14413BB44AEC04E47BC888E2927C6A46D1C76E95.444D10CE5DB1028115CC2864ABE696393DE31DA6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De660958dc2545349%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbTMDnZ28FsB6zt0Nd5njvZpQ6uk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He's super cute, if I do say so myself!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128419217653614006-2870766332693474105?l=ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e660958dc2545349&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/feeds/2870766332693474105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3128419217653614006&amp;postID=2870766332693474105' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/2870766332693474105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/2870766332693474105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/2009/03/dagan-speaks.html' title='Dagan speaks!'/><author><name>Misti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09712945460197265011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSOpSxtk_ZI/AAAAAAAAAII/qnWSBMYoyO0/S220/DSCF3098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128419217653614006.post-7039131917801703849</id><published>2009-03-14T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T11:19:53.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some new Dagan Dancing videos!</title><content type='html'>Sorry I'm MIA lately, there's a lot going on! Here are a couple of videos of Dagan being super cute and being excited about his favorite show, Zoboomafoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2d7ca9998bfceb4b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=fec284b3a55fbd3e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/feeds/7039131917801703849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3128419217653614006&amp;postID=7039131917801703849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/7039131917801703849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/7039131917801703849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/2009/03/some-new-dagan-dancing-videos.html' title='Some new Dagan Dancing videos!'/><author><name>Misti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09712945460197265011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSOpSxtk_ZI/AAAAAAAAAII/qnWSBMYoyO0/S220/DSCF3098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128419217653614006.post-6107071014081098202</id><published>2009-02-04T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T13:01:08.229-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos of the kids'/><title type='text'>Dagan and ultrasound videos</title><content type='html'>Hey all,&lt;br /&gt; I know I have beem MIA for a while, sorry. I have a couple of videos to make up for it! Yay!&lt;br /&gt; The first is a 3 second video from the ultrasound I had last week. It's the new baby's heatbeat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6c77040431bb5507" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6c77040431bb5507%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331346822%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D33BB5108926AAA35AD5C38609FBB4318CF36E7B7.73886B5F12A126A726F3329664E7E6B8ACEA7B33%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6c77040431bb5507%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXKy_1nG9htISBhlG3WjGZ6SXkLw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6c77040431bb5507%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331346822%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D33BB5108926AAA35AD5C38609FBB4318CF36E7B7.73886B5F12A126A726F3329664E7E6B8ACEA7B33%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6c77040431bb5507%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DXKy_1nG9htISBhlG3WjGZ6SXkLw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; This other one is Dagan pointing out his various body parts. We have been working on this with him for a while now, and he thinks it's great fun. Moments before he had been playing with the cat, and she swatted at him. She has no front claws so it didn't hurt, just made him mad. I thought it would be the perfect opportunity to distract him with his favorite game and get it on video!  Please excuse my red snowman jammies toward the end... I was cold and they are warm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-36279f2191f8e80e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D36279f2191f8e80e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331346822%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2ED503779254CD54F7ED154C288839546F807DFC.24C5B8B54F5B268F803511F0FB51CDD397E2F765%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D36279f2191f8e80e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DU-1W3hJVPbl3hoSt-jKbI6zc2Uc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D36279f2191f8e80e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331346822%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2ED503779254CD54F7ED154C288839546F807DFC.24C5B8B54F5B268F803511F0FB51CDD397E2F765%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D36279f2191f8e80e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DU-1W3hJVPbl3hoSt-jKbI6zc2Uc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128419217653614006-6107071014081098202?l=ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=36279f2191f8e80e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6c77040431bb5507&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/feeds/6107071014081098202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3128419217653614006&amp;postID=6107071014081098202' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/6107071014081098202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/6107071014081098202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/2009/02/dagan-and-ultrasound-videos.html' title='Dagan and ultrasound videos'/><author><name>Misti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09712945460197265011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSOpSxtk_ZI/AAAAAAAAAII/qnWSBMYoyO0/S220/DSCF3098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128419217653614006.post-6821154293859512132</id><published>2009-01-20T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T11:11:03.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've created a monster!</title><content type='html'>Today I gave in and succumbed to my cravings for chips and salsa. I like to grate cheese and melt it into the salsa for melty cheesy goodness for the chips. I thought I was free and clear to eat in peace as Dagan was playing with his cars in his room. I was wrong. With the first crunch he came running out. He likes to "help" me eat sometimes. He does this by trying to grab my food and stuff it in my mouth. Now, as a general rule he doesn't get junk food. No chips, fries, or anything like that. I thought, I'll just give him a chip it should keep him happy for a few minutes. He wanted to dip it in salsa. Ok, he won't like it and run away. Kind of like he does when I try to feed him green beans. He used to love those. Now he runs, the stinker. Boy, was I wrong! He loved the salsa and cheese. He kept dipping his chip in my salsa over and over, using it as a spoon. Did I mention I eat "medium" salsa, so it's a bit spicy. Then he'd eat the chip, and ask for another one. The lesson here is, unless I want to share my special pregnancy indulged treat, I'd best eat it when he's napping!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128419217653614006-6821154293859512132?l=ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/feeds/6821154293859512132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3128419217653614006&amp;postID=6821154293859512132' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/6821154293859512132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/6821154293859512132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/2009/01/ive-created-monster.html' title='I&apos;ve created a monster!'/><author><name>Misti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09712945460197265011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSOpSxtk_ZI/AAAAAAAAAII/qnWSBMYoyO0/S220/DSCF3098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128419217653614006.post-6060643642327799110</id><published>2009-01-08T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T17:48:06.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby number 2!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hey all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who don't know yet, Mike and I are expecting our 2nd baby!! This one is due around the same time Dagan was... so apparently I'm only fertile in December!! The "official" due date is September 15, 2009. Dagan was born September 9, 2007. He was 2 weeks early, so you never know, maybe this one will come at the end of August. Anyway, here is the "proof". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289103838442308386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SWar6w6CQyI/AAAAAAAAAMo/6cokfe8Z9VY/s200/DSC00293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Tada!! positive pregnancy test!! I took the picture and emailed it to Mike. I was going to throw it away right after the picture, but I had to hold onto it for the rest of the day, because I didnt' quite believe it. I kept thinking that maybe I should take another one, but realized that would be a complete waste of $12.00. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; So anyway, there it is!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128419217653614006-6060643642327799110?l=ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/feeds/6060643642327799110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3128419217653614006&amp;postID=6060643642327799110' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/6060643642327799110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/6060643642327799110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby-number-2.html' title='Baby number 2!'/><author><name>Misti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09712945460197265011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSOpSxtk_ZI/AAAAAAAAAII/qnWSBMYoyO0/S220/DSCF3098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SWar6w6CQyI/AAAAAAAAAMo/6cokfe8Z9VY/s72-c/DSC00293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128419217653614006.post-5110652424873335948</id><published>2008-12-25T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T21:59:54.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SVRyVmUYvKI/AAAAAAAAAMg/V3uWCCGxXgI/s1600-h/DSCF3365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283973978201308322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SVRyVmUYvKI/AAAAAAAAAMg/V3uWCCGxXgI/s200/DSCF3365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is 9:00 on Christmas night, and ALL the boys are in bed! What does that mean? It means I have a chance to sit down and do this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Erik got in from Denver on Saturday, his flight was delayed 2 hours by the Continental jet the went off the runway... so he got here at midnight-ish. Dagan got a bad cold on Saturday, so he was still awake when Erik got here. He was super excited to see his big brother again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We didn't have anyone else here for the holiday. Erik was disappointed, he really enjoyed having Dad and Cathy here over Thanksgiving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Without further ado, here are some pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday Dagan and I set up the christmas tree. He was a BIG help. He kept getting into the ornaments and playing with the lights. He saw me put a string of lights on the tree and tried to put on the string he had. He also liked to point at the tree and talk to it. It was pretty cute.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283961456412732930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SVRm8vBWLgI/AAAAAAAAAKg/RbULTAjx1bk/s200/DSCF3343.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SVRoQDbLNsI/AAAAAAAAAKo/JC2cQojFTyA/s1600-h/DSCF3350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283962887818917570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SVRoQDbLNsI/AAAAAAAAAKo/JC2cQojFTyA/s200/DSCF3350.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SVRovzOXplI/AAAAAAAAAKw/PLJxbTvQJ68/s1600-h/DSCF3346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283963433226053202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SVRovzOXplI/AAAAAAAAAKw/PLJxbTvQJ68/s200/DSCF3346.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Santa and family was pretty good to all of us, especially the kids. They made out like bandits, as usual. This is what the tree looked like before the boys got to it.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283964316302295746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SVRpjM8JwsI/AAAAAAAAAK4/9Q7aUQslxVA/s200/DSC00206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dagan must have known it was Christmas, because he woke up at 5:45am, and he ran out to the living room. Normally if he wakes up that early I can nurse him right back to sleep, but he didn't hang around long enough! He paused to point at the full stockings, and then spotted the tree. I had taken down the gate for easy present placement, and didn't think I would need to put it back up. Boy, was I wrong. Dagan ran to the tree. I tried to put the gate back before he could get into the presents. I didn't make it. He was all excited, pointed to all the presents and promptly spotted some of his unwrapped presents.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SVRwrwj4aPI/AAAAAAAAAL4/-mjts2_BHrA/s1600-h/DSC00222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283972159884519666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SVRwrwj4aPI/AAAAAAAAAL4/-mjts2_BHrA/s200/DSC00222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283968498140914594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SVRtWngLI6I/AAAAAAAAALA/3XerC-SBE6U/s200/DSC00220.JPG" border="0" /&gt; What do you mean I have to wait??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, at 7am everyone else got up. After about half an hour of coffee drinking and general messing around we got down to business. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SVRuCAb2dDI/AAAAAAAAALY/3HMWWDMVp8U/s1600-h/DSC00231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283969243568043058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SVRuCAb2dDI/AAAAAAAAALY/3HMWWDMVp8U/s200/DSC00231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SVRt7Ca7f2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/w9y1Jl1j17I/s1600-h/DSC00228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283969123841965922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SVRt7Ca7f2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/w9y1Jl1j17I/s200/DSC00228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283968992179383170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SVRtzX8H64I/AAAAAAAAALI/f0ZmTynQdGY/s200/DSC00226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Erik got a scooter, operation, a game called Hyper-Dash, s&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SVRv0wXSchI/AAAAAAAAALg/crbbnO6J9uk/s1600-h/DSC00233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283971214938894866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SVRv0wXSchI/AAAAAAAAALg/crbbnO6J9uk/s200/DSC00233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ome books, crafty-things, clothes, cars, a video game, and other random things. Dagan got a singing and counting chair thing, a piano with blocks, some giant baby blocks, one of the wooden toys with the swirly metal and shapes that move, some Colorado Avalanche stuff, clothes, and other random stuff. Like I said, they made out like bandits. Here are some pics of them playing with their toys. Mostly of Dagan, cus Erik played his video game for 2 hours&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SVRwFgSl-5I/AAAAAAAAALw/3uu4lPtyXlM/s1600-h/DSC00240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283971502682012562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SVRwFgSl-5I/AAAAAAAAALw/3uu4lPtyXlM/s200/DSC00240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and those would be boring pictures&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SVRxsxeJUZI/AAAAAAAAAMY/s4XR0oDP-iY/s1600-h/DSC00248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283973276820394386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SVRxsxeJUZI/AAAAAAAAAMY/s4XR0oDP-iY/s200/DSC00248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;And one extremely unflattering pic of me in my pajamas playing with Dagan.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SVRxk79JImI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/blP3mPoOAcs/s1600-h/DSC00252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283973142195806818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SVRxk79JImI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/blP3mPoOAcs/s200/DSC00252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283972988184757170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SVRxb-ODA7I/AAAAAAAAAMI/iT9FzDKEMbY/s200/DSC00247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SVRw_plj1DI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XZ4VUk4hBNA/s1600-h/DSC00242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283972501609894962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SVRw_plj1DI/AAAAAAAAAMA/XZ4VUk4hBNA/s200/DSC00242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283971367414784130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SVRv9oYX4II/AAAAAAAAALo/zasEY3sH8cE/s200/DSC00236.JPG" border="0" /&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128419217653614006-5110652424873335948?l=ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/feeds/5110652424873335948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3128419217653614006&amp;postID=5110652424873335948' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/5110652424873335948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/5110652424873335948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!'/><author><name>Misti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09712945460197265011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSOpSxtk_ZI/AAAAAAAAAII/qnWSBMYoyO0/S220/DSCF3098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SVRyVmUYvKI/AAAAAAAAAMg/V3uWCCGxXgI/s72-c/DSCF3365.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128419217653614006.post-6523964940779134346</id><published>2008-12-02T20:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T20:17:35.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paint Shop is fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Mike had fun today editing some pics of Dagan. They are super cutte, and just thought I'd share! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275413071695947170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/STYIPQXjpaI/AAAAAAAAAKY/J2uHvNkJlCQ/s200/Dagan2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275412599069365122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/STYHzvsmU4I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/4_nWYwtk_cs/s200/DAGANFISH.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128419217653614006-6523964940779134346?l=ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/feeds/6523964940779134346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3128419217653614006&amp;postID=6523964940779134346' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/6523964940779134346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/6523964940779134346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/2008/12/paint-shop-is-fun.html' title='Paint Shop is fun!'/><author><name>Misti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09712945460197265011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSOpSxtk_ZI/AAAAAAAAAII/qnWSBMYoyO0/S220/DSCF3098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/STYIPQXjpaI/AAAAAAAAAKY/J2uHvNkJlCQ/s72-c/Dagan2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128419217653614006.post-818725447175969123</id><published>2008-12-01T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T13:19:44.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/STRTYwkqPMI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQ2I9nSkLBc/s1600-h/IMG_1799_sized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274932748378324162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/STRTYwkqPMI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQ2I9nSkLBc/s200/IMG_1799_sized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a full house this year. My Dad and stepmom came out, as well as my stepson, Erik. Dagan had a blast with all of them, one night he even outlasted Erik! Without further ado, here are some pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cathy and Erik&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274930799477618946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/STRRnUWheQI/AAAAAAAAAJg/eEm9IkHL1zw/s200/IMG_1785.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me, getting ready to chow down&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274931713447127026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/STRSchJ1Z_I/AAAAAAAAAJo/47onxEEItok/s200/IMG_1791.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dagan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274932118722803026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/STRS0G7FdVI/AAAAAAAAAJw/h_CWWcw2_sg/s200/IMG_1790.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274934273218830610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/STRUxhC94RI/AAAAAAAAAKI/nth-YxZ-Qic/s200/DSCF3202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274933522137394866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/STRUFzDMrrI/AAAAAAAAAKA/jHOnBq7AKLk/s200/DSCF3259.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128419217653614006-818725447175969123?l=ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/feeds/818725447175969123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3128419217653614006&amp;postID=818725447175969123' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/818725447175969123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/818725447175969123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Misti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09712945460197265011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSOpSxtk_ZI/AAAAAAAAAII/qnWSBMYoyO0/S220/DSCF3098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/STRTYwkqPMI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sQ2I9nSkLBc/s72-c/IMG_1799_sized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128419217653614006.post-2893042215019251703</id><published>2008-11-24T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T12:52:40.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A trip to the park.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSsSeG-UARI/AAAAAAAAAJI/7dFH0PwXcgQ/s1600-h/DSCF3152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272328097244643602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSsSeG-UARI/AAAAAAAAAJI/7dFH0PwXcgQ/s200/DSCF3152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday morning I took Dagan to the park. He was a bit restless and cranky, so I thought a trip to the park was in order. He could get some fresh air, and run off the cranky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSsSRvVDh5I/AAAAAAAAAJA/zvV5V8_yvXs/s1600-h/DSCF3155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272327884739151762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSsSRvVDh5I/AAAAAAAAAJA/zvV5V8_yvXs/s200/DSCF3155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272326431911302082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSsQ9LH508I/AAAAAAAAAIg/-k9aDwewxZU/s200/DSCF3143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was no one but us at the park, so we didn't have to wait for the play structure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSsSs8xH9EI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/5wtAt-477Gk/s1600-h/DSCF3168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272328352203011138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSsSs8xH9EI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/5wtAt-477Gk/s200/DSCF3168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;This was Dagan's first adventure on a play structure. I think I've been a bit overprotective of him, not getting him on one before now. However, he did only start to walk 2 months ago and is still sometimes wobbley. Especially when he tries to run. He wasn't really sure what to do in there, so I had to walk him around. He wasn't impressed. Of course, there wasn't a slide or anything cool so there really was nothing to be impressed with.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272327023722497010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSsRfnysA_I/AAAAAAAAAIo/zA-Vw95-sB0/s200/DSCF3147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We left the play str&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSsR3zptqvI/AAAAAAAAAIw/cOCOigI1pCo/s1600-h/DSCF3165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272327439222942450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSsR3zptqvI/AAAAAAAAAIw/cOCOigI1pCo/s200/DSCF3165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ucture in favor of "running" through the leaves and chasing the soccer ball.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272329586987127170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSsT00smUYI/AAAAAAAAAJY/SID46vKWlfI/s200/DSCF3173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272327651318140498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSsSEJxJjlI/AAAAAAAAAI4/n-seVBdOkzg/s200/DSCF3166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128419217653614006-2893042215019251703?l=ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/feeds/2893042215019251703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3128419217653614006&amp;postID=2893042215019251703' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/2893042215019251703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/2893042215019251703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/2008/11/trip-to-park.html' title='A trip to the park.'/><author><name>Misti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09712945460197265011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSOpSxtk_ZI/AAAAAAAAAII/qnWSBMYoyO0/S220/DSCF3098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSsSeG-UARI/AAAAAAAAAJI/7dFH0PwXcgQ/s72-c/DSCF3152.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128419217653614006.post-4118414959359532771</id><published>2008-11-18T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:35:47.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dagan's first haircut.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I gave Dagan his first haircut. His hair was getting quite long, and it was past time. I have attempted in the past to cut his hair with scissors. Bad idea. He got all mad, wouldn't hold still and all that good stuff. So I decided to use Mike's clippers. I waited until after nap time, and made sure he was happy. Then I broke out the clippers. Dagan was NOT happy. I had to finish because if I didn't he would have dumb hair. Obviously it couldn't be left half done. I cut a good 2 inches off of it, he now has little boy hair! It was bordering on gir&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSNc6nboaxI/AAAAAAAAAHY/5v3Jy-Zch4c/s1600-h/daganpark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270158151040658194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSNc6nboaxI/AAAAAAAAAHY/5v3Jy-Zch4c/s200/daganpark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lish before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Dagan 2 days ago at the park with long hair. You can see how it's getting down into his eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSNdTE23jrI/AAAAAAAAAHg/iUc6BHh3c2Y/s1600-h/DSCF3096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270158571256385202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSNdTE23jrI/AAAAAAAAAHg/iUc6BHh3c2Y/s200/DSCF3096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Dagan today after his haircut! &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSNdTE23jrI/AAAAAAAAAHg/iUc6BHh3c2Y/s1600-h/DSCF3096.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSNdTE23jrI/AAAAAAAAAHg/iUc6BHh3c2Y/s1600-h/DSCF3096.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took a couple of hours for me to get used to seeing him with so little hair! I think I cut it a bit short, but it's hair, and it grows. That, truly, is the beauty of hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSNdTE23jrI/AAAAAAAAAHg/iUc6BHh3c2Y/s1600-h/DSCF3096.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are a couple of random pictures also taken today. I realized I don't have many pics of Dagan and me, so I took a couple. I even put on makeup. Yea!!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSNeQ2ow4EI/AAAAAAAAAHo/FulQMvj3jnU/s1600-h/DSCF3098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270159632591020098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSNeQ2ow4EI/AAAAAAAAAHo/FulQMvj3jnU/s200/DSCF3098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSNejZJGHMI/AAAAAAAAAH4/nthS0w2U0jY/s1600-h/DSCF3099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270159951091080386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSNejZJGHMI/AAAAAAAAAH4/nthS0w2U0jY/s200/DSCF3099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270159806837030514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSNea_wP_nI/AAAAAAAAAHw/c6hV8YOCtFk/s200/DSCF3106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270160094308407314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSNeruqxGBI/AAAAAAAAAIA/UZlcpVf2B8M/s200/DSCF3116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Get that kitty!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128419217653614006-4118414959359532771?l=ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/feeds/4118414959359532771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3128419217653614006&amp;postID=4118414959359532771' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/4118414959359532771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/4118414959359532771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/2008/11/dagans-first-haircut.html' title='Dagan&apos;s first haircut.'/><author><name>Misti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09712945460197265011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSOpSxtk_ZI/AAAAAAAAAII/qnWSBMYoyO0/S220/DSCF3098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSNc6nboaxI/AAAAAAAAAHY/5v3Jy-Zch4c/s72-c/daganpark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128419217653614006.post-4037965179174951885</id><published>2008-11-15T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T11:46:52.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One roast, 3 meals?? You bet!</title><content type='html'>Sunday I put a nice big roast  that I had rubbed with salt, pepper, and garlic powder in the crock pot with 1 package of gravy mix (brown), one package of Italian dressing mix, and 1 package of Ranch dressing mix with one cup of water.  I let it cook for a good 8 hours on low. I sliced and served with mashed potatoes, bread (homemade, of course) and salad. Yum!  There was PLENTY left over.&lt;br /&gt; Tuesday night I took some of the meat, shredded it, and heated it up with a bit of the sauce, put it into tortilla and fried them on both sides in Smart Balance spread. Served that with some southwestern style hashbrowns that I made from scratch, and fat free sour cream and salsa. I love salsa (sigh). Yummy.&lt;br /&gt; Last night I made stew with all the leftover meat. The secret is to cook your vegies (potatoes, onions, carrots, celery and garlic) in just enough water to cover them. When that starts simmering you add the rest of the roast &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; the left over gravy. That saves you from having to add much bullion. Then you just season with herbs and spices however you like! You need to stir every couple of minutes or the potatoes might stick to the bottom, and no one wants that!&lt;br /&gt; Yes, I know, I'm freaking fantastic! OR something. Just thought I'd share, because I have nothing else excitin to say and I haven't blogged in a whole week!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128419217653614006-4037965179174951885?l=ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/feeds/4037965179174951885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3128419217653614006&amp;postID=4037965179174951885' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/4037965179174951885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/4037965179174951885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/2008/11/one-roast-3-meals-you-bet.html' title='One roast, 3 meals?? You bet!'/><author><name>Misti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09712945460197265011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSOpSxtk_ZI/AAAAAAAAAII/qnWSBMYoyO0/S220/DSCF3098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128419217653614006.post-1751937651651863006</id><published>2008-11-08T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T18:45:15.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dagan Videos!</title><content type='html'>Here are a couple of new videos of Dagan. One is a little dark, I took it thismorning, but it's a bit overcast outside, sorry! He's wearing only a diaper and bib.... he seems to have another cold, and is a drool machine, hence the bib.&lt;br /&gt;The other one was taken a day or two ago. He's dancing. 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7436d75da3993711&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/feeds/1751937651651863006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3128419217653614006&amp;postID=1751937651651863006' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/1751937651651863006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/1751937651651863006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/2008/11/dagan-videos.html' title='Dagan Videos!'/><author><name>Misti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09712945460197265011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSOpSxtk_ZI/AAAAAAAAAII/qnWSBMYoyO0/S220/DSCF3098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128419217653614006.post-5483652819576605325</id><published>2008-11-06T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T12:19:05.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's for dinner?</title><content type='html'>Ok everybody, I want to know what you all had for dinner last night, or are having tonight!&lt;br /&gt; Last night we had comfort food. Meatloaf, funeral potatoes (I've been having a craving for these lately), salad and freshly baked bread.&lt;br /&gt; Tonight, I think we'll have crockpot cream cheese chicken with rice, salad and bread! I'm trying to get more vegies into our diet, hence the salad these 2 nights. It's also cheap, easy, and filling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128419217653614006-5483652819576605325?l=ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/feeds/5483652819576605325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3128419217653614006&amp;postID=5483652819576605325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/5483652819576605325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/5483652819576605325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/2008/11/whats-for-dinner.html' title='What&apos;s for dinner?'/><author><name>Misti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09712945460197265011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSOpSxtk_ZI/AAAAAAAAAII/qnWSBMYoyO0/S220/DSCF3098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128419217653614006.post-6021125855521555607</id><published>2008-11-05T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T22:58:38.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chips!</title><content type='html'>A week or 2 ago I bought a big bag of tortilla chips at Safeway. When I got them home and opened them, they were horribly stale, oily and chewy. I was so mad! I spent over $4 on that bag! So I wrote the company, not really expecting anything. Today or yesterday, I got a letter from them in the mail. It said their chips are guaranteed fresh through the date in the bag, and it was possible the condition of the chips was due to mishandling either along the distribution channels or at the point of purchase. AND they gave me coupons (3)! $2 off any of their products, but I can't combine them. Frankly, that's OK, considering I wasn't really expecting to hear of get anything. Woo-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hoo&lt;/span&gt;! Yeah for companies that read their e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dagan&lt;/span&gt; had to get his shots. He really hates the doctor. All the doctor has to do is walk into the room, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dagan&lt;/span&gt; starts screaming. He had 4 shots; his chicken pox, flu shot, TB skin test and the last of his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pneumococcal&lt;/span&gt;. Poor baby was screaming so hard I thought he was going to pass out! He eventually got over it, and here is a video! This was after his almost 2hr nap. Let me add that he wore himself out screaming and crying at the doctor. He fell asleep minutes after we got going home, with his arm in the air, holding a baby mum-mum.  If I could have taken a picture, I would have, it was so cute, but I was driving. Mike says I can't do stuff like take pictures while I'm driving. it's not safe, or something. 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Why? That bugs the heck out of me. I mean, they taste fine, but green?? Once you peel off all the skin, they aren't greem anymore, just in case you all thought they were totally green. I mean, seriously, I paid good money, you know, like $4.00 for a bag, and I don't want green taters!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128419217653614006-8666018500461367253?l=ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/feeds/8666018500461367253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3128419217653614006&amp;postID=8666018500461367253' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/8666018500461367253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/8666018500461367253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-are-my-potatoes-green.html' title='Why are my potatoes green??'/><author><name>Misti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09712945460197265011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSOpSxtk_ZI/AAAAAAAAAII/qnWSBMYoyO0/S220/DSCF3098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128419217653614006.post-337579136680553677</id><published>2008-10-31T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T14:13:23.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, let me tell a spooky and true story:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I was laying in bed nursing Dagan, when I heard the message tone on my phone beep. I'm thinking it's probably Mike, texting me. After I can release myself from Dagan, I get up and check. Not a text message, but a voice mail. Huh, I didn't hear my phone ring. I check the message. You have one new voice mail, sent today, at 1pm, or whatever. Nothing. Dead air. To save your message, press 9. Blah blah whatever you get at the end of a voicemail. Then I check to see if I have any missed calls. Nope. I had a ghost message! Nobody called me, and they left a message... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, on to more fun thin&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SQtyTg9Jw7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/FbJnMNgCztw/s1600-h/DSCF3026_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263426269102064562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SQtyTg9Jw7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/FbJnMNgCztw/s200/DSCF3026_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gs. Today after a dress up Stroller Strides class we had a Halloween party! Dagan fell asleep in the Jeep on the way there, but I woke him up so he could play! He ran the whole time. He didn't want to eat any of the snacks, or stay in one spot. He wanted to see what was going on with everyone. Without further ado, here are some super cute pictures!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SQtvbr-6GxI/AAAAAAAAAF4/1sy04nd4c-c/s1600-h/DSCF3015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263423110966287122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SQtvbr-6GxI/AAAAAAAAAF4/1sy04nd4c-c/s200/DSCF3015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263423247523117042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SQtvjosl9_I/AAAAAAAAAGA/6l0C34h4Vms/s200/DSCF3019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SQtvq6CZL9I/AAAAAAAAAGI/rhMwsO550fY/s1600-h/DSCF3021_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263423372437041106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SQtvq6CZL9I/AAAAAAAAAGI/rhMwsO550fY/s200/DSCF3021_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His costume is a dragon/dinosaur type thing. So, he's Dagan-saurus Rex. He does not like the hood. At all. He spent most of the time running away from me, and I was super lucky to get the pictures that I did, because he w&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SQtwNmrEIzI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/TQTdgSmPPjo/s1600-h/DSCF3010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263423968534340402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SQtwNmrEIzI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/TQTdgSmPPjo/s200/DSCF3010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;as constantly on the move. The bummer thing is, my batteried died half-way through the party. He had a hug smile on his face the whole time, and was laughing and hollering and having rear-end loads of fun. At noon they brought in this guy called music mike. He looked and sounded like he was just taking a break from smoking a little weed to sing to the kids. I didn't really care for him, but the other kids seemed to like him. Dagan didn't give a rat's behind. He was busy playing with a water bottle and some little girl's shoe.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SQtxFQ6waLI/AAAAAAAAAGg/LRIyhD8VV3A/s1600-h/DSCF3030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263424924767250610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SQtxFQ6waLI/AAAAAAAAAGg/LRIyhD8VV3A/s200/DSCF3030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263424572915143922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SQtwwyKrVPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/6ydx4tau8UU/s200/DSCF3042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's on the move, look out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SQtyCRSHnOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hqCY8_tqHaU/s1600-h/DSCF3024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263425972837260514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SQtyCRSHnOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hqCY8_tqHaU/s200/DSCF3024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263426714272831170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SQtytbWIlsI/AAAAAAAAAG4/eMkBHpsSuHc/s200/DSCF3046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the party, he was all tuckered out, and fell asleep in the Jeep on the way home. He's still asleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128419217653614006-337579136680553677?l=ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/feeds/337579136680553677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3128419217653614006&amp;postID=337579136680553677' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/337579136680553677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/337579136680553677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Misti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09712945460197265011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSOpSxtk_ZI/AAAAAAAAAII/qnWSBMYoyO0/S220/DSCF3098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SQtyTg9Jw7I/AAAAAAAAAGw/FbJnMNgCztw/s72-c/DSCF3026_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128419217653614006.post-5654519550038984950</id><published>2008-10-27T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T14:21:12.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops.... I did it again!</title><content type='html'>I am the official recipient of the "bonehead of the year" award. I was doing laundry last night and scooped up Mike's clothes from out by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hot tub&lt;/span&gt;. As I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;transferring&lt;/span&gt; the clothes from the washer to the dryer, Mike's cell phone fell out. He had it outside when we were in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;hot tub&lt;/span&gt;, and didn't bring it in. Like a bonehead, I didn't check pockets, etc. or the pile of clothes. I just dumped it all into the washing machine. This is the second time I have sent his phone through the washer. Neither time did the phone survive. So I am off to AT&amp;amp;T to hopefully get an upgrade on the dead phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128419217653614006-5654519550038984950?l=ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/feeds/5654519550038984950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3128419217653614006&amp;postID=5654519550038984950' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/5654519550038984950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/5654519550038984950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/2008/10/oops-i-did-it-again.html' title='Oops.... I did it again!'/><author><name>Misti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09712945460197265011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSOpSxtk_ZI/AAAAAAAAAII/qnWSBMYoyO0/S220/DSCF3098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128419217653614006.post-2011831914273080208</id><published>2008-10-22T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:16:20.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary to me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SQAQyYCkMrI/AAAAAAAAAE4/GAvmdm1udDs/s1600-h/wedding+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260222822401454770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SQAQyYCkMrI/AAAAAAAAAE4/GAvmdm1udDs/s200/wedding+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today Mike and I celebrated our 3 year anniversary! Yea! Since I don't have a job, we didn't do anything super special. We had pizza and wine. I can't believe it has been 3 years already. It seems like only yesterday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260225994481194450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SQATrA9T1dI/AAAAAAAAAFo/EtoHF4k3jt0/s200/Wedding+scene.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The place it all happened: The Craftwood Inn, Manitou Springs, Colorado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some photos of this day, 3 years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is me getting ready with my mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260222496879535426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SQAQfbYF5UI/AAAAAAAAAEw/FeToOYdcp6A/s200/MISTI+WEDDING+011+(92).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260223090593494946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SQARB_Ih96I/AAAAAAAAAFA/ywx96iG8mUQ/s200/Wedding+168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Mike getting ready with a steaming cup of joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My fantastic brother and sister.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260223720423142290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SQARmpbns5I/AAAAAAAAAFI/VkHe8DwVq2c/s200/Wedding+219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260224101881205810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SQAR82eT1DI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/TnDHazSn0KI/s200/Wedding+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mike, Grandma Helen, and Don&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260224609171778642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SQASaYRzrFI/AAAAAAAAAFY/cVchRF-PNq4/s200/Wedding+117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cathy, Jinny, Ashley, Mom, me and Mike&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mmmm. Cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260224922767690386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SQASsog5ipI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GZuz5x2ldxI/s200/Wedding+133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ok, seriously tired of uploading pictures. I'm sure you all get the gist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a fabulous 3 years. We moved across the country, got new jobs, had a fantastic baby. In cast you're not sure what he looks like, here's a picture of him:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260227184413648530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SQAUwRzUJpI/AAAAAAAAAFw/RqbJO_3u1BI/s200/DSCF2756_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Dang he's cute! And cranky. I'd best be tending to the little munchkin now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128419217653614006-2011831914273080208?l=ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/feeds/2011831914273080208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3128419217653614006&amp;postID=2011831914273080208' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/2011831914273080208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/2011831914273080208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-anniversary-to-me.html' title='Happy Anniversary to me!'/><author><name>Misti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09712945460197265011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSOpSxtk_ZI/AAAAAAAAAII/qnWSBMYoyO0/S220/DSCF3098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SQAQyYCkMrI/AAAAAAAAAE4/GAvmdm1udDs/s72-c/wedding+048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128419217653614006.post-2756422262444713985</id><published>2008-10-21T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T10:20:39.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag! I'm it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SP4JwspUxSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8RjsDueXBzk/s1600-h/tag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259652147038176546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SP4JwspUxSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8RjsDueXBzk/s200/tag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My turn! (Whitney, I stole the pic from your post ;) )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, since I've now been tagged by Mom and Whitney and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dagan&lt;/span&gt; is napping, here it goes...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1) I never buy enough cheese. Seriously, we go through so much cheese in my house, it's amazing. I'll think we have enough and then I'll have to tell Mike he can't have crackers and cheese as a snack for bed because I need what we have left for dinner the next night. We really like the cheese.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                    2) I really want my boys to grow up to be hockey players (sorry Mom). Yes, I know it can be a violent sport, but that's OK. When was the last time you heard about a hockey player being arrested for drugs? Domestic violence? Random &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;memorabilia&lt;/span&gt; robbery and kidnapping?? That's what I thought.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                    3) I really like cloth diapers.  Really. Yeah, it's kind of a pain that you have to dump the poo and wash them, but it sure beats spending a small fortune every month on disposables. I have been taking advantage of the California sunshine and drying them on the line. That's all about to change as the rainy season is on the way, but oh well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                  4) I have absolutley no control when it comes to cookies.  I have got to stop baking!!!!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                   5) I also talk too much. Now that I don't have a job and the only person I have to talk to every day is Dagan, poor Mike gets his ears gabbed off. If I happen to call Mom or Dad or some random friend, all I do is talk. I have no one to talk to! I think that's why I was so good in retail sales; they had to buy so I would shut-up! Ok, I'll buy it- JUST STOP TALKING!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                   6) Weird Al cracks me up! Dagan likes him too. I've downloaded a couple of videos from youtube and we watch them in the mornings. It's kind of a ritual now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                   7) I caught the cold Dagan and Mike have. Probably because I have been covered in baby snot for the last 5 days. You couldn't not get it! It's not as bad as theirs, but it still sucks. And I can't take anything. The meds that dry up the nose also dry up the milk and that would be bad bad bad. Dagan hasn't nursed as much as he has the couple of days since he was a newborn. Seriously, every hour or so he's crawling into my lap staring at the girls. If I don't get them out quickly enough for him, he starts to pull my shirt down and starts patting them. I'm letting it go because he is sick, but after this cold is over it's time for some nursing manners! His cold is starting to clear up a bit, yea! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know I'm supposed to TAG people, but Everyone I know has been tagged several times, so I'm going to not tag anyone. What do ya'll think of that, huh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128419217653614006-2756422262444713985?l=ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/feeds/2756422262444713985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3128419217653614006&amp;postID=2756422262444713985' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/2756422262444713985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/2756422262444713985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/2008/10/tag-im-it.html' title='Tag! I&apos;m it!'/><author><name>Misti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09712945460197265011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSOpSxtk_ZI/AAAAAAAAAII/qnWSBMYoyO0/S220/DSCF3098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SP4JwspUxSI/AAAAAAAAAEo/8RjsDueXBzk/s72-c/tag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128419217653614006.post-6540559468835303203</id><published>2008-10-19T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T23:20:42.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our first hockey game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SPvkHkELQRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/gIGZmQBNSYQ/s1600-h/03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259047808476594450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SPvkHkELQRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/gIGZmQBNSYQ/s200/03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night Dagan, Mike and I went to our first hockey game. Mike has been to them before, but not Dagan and me. Mike got tickets from a guy at work, so down to Stockton we went! We saw the Stockton Thunder play the Fresno Falcons. We got to sit way up high in the Comcast suite. There were chips and dip, popcorn, cake and red and white wine. It was pretty snazzy. The good thing about it was there was room for Dagan to walk around. I was a little worried about having him sit in our laps the whole time, but it worked out. I forgot to take the camera, so the pictures were taken with Mike's phone. He was standing behind us in the suite wh&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SPvkcPNznPI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/7wl4CZ4DfWM/s1600-h/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259048163657096434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SPvkcPNznPI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/7wl4CZ4DfWM/s200/02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;en he took these. Dagan had tons of fun! I was worried that all the noise might bother him a little, but it really didn't. Actually, when the Thunder scored a goal and everyone started yelling he joined right in! He ran around the suite laughing, and we had to keep him from going down the steps. We tried to get him to pay attention to what was going on on the ice, but he was more interested in checking out the seats. We left a few minutes into the 3rd period, Dagan was done. I don't know who won, but it was 3-1 Fresno when we left. It was almost 10, and he was tired. He didn't cry or fuss much until we got to the car, and then there was a good 5 minuted of hollering until he fell asleep. All in all our first family outing to a hockey game was a ton of fun. We can't wait to do it again! If Mike could just get in with the Comcast guys in San Jose, then we could go to a pro game!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259048927324957378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SPvlIsGaasI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ZV2xiiZESN4/s200/04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SPvlZDn_2uI/AAAAAAAAAEg/uayKK3bo23k/s1600-h/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259049208517745378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SPvlZDn_2uI/AAAAAAAAAEg/uayKK3bo23k/s200/01.jpg" 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/3128419217653614006-6540559468835303203?l=ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/feeds/6540559468835303203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3128419217653614006&amp;postID=6540559468835303203' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/6540559468835303203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/6540559468835303203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-first-hockey-game.html' title='Our first hockey game'/><author><name>Misti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09712945460197265011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSOpSxtk_ZI/AAAAAAAAAII/qnWSBMYoyO0/S220/DSCF3098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SPvkHkELQRI/AAAAAAAAAEI/gIGZmQBNSYQ/s72-c/03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128419217653614006.post-4226136775121161161</id><published>2008-10-17T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T22:12:37.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow Me!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey peeps,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just learned that there is this nifty feature so you can see who is following your blog. NOBODY is following me. I'm just crushed, heartbroken, horribly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt;. Somebody please follow me. I promise I'll follow you!! I just want to feel loved...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meanwhile, back at the ranch...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dagan&lt;/span&gt; is experiencing his very first cold. My poor little guy is just miserable. His nose is like this icky fountain of snot. It just runs down his face and onto his chin, where I try to wipe it off his face. Poor thing, he hates that. He hasn't slept well since last night, and his naps are short. I broke down and bought some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; for him. Technically they aren't marketing them to children under 4yrs old anymore. apparently some idiots overdosed their poor kids, and now the rest of us have to pay. I was able to find a web site that had the appropriate doses for his age and weight group. I bought some infant Tylenol a while back that had infant doses on it, then I ran out and bought another of the same brand. It no longer carried the same doses. Grrrr. Anyway, my humidifyer died last night and I didn't think it would make any difference. It totally did. I replaced it today with a warm mist humidifyer. It seems to be working well. He's fast asleep and not too stuffed up. Hopefully he's feeling better for the hockey game tomorrow, that's tomorrow's blog!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pics of my poor sick boy today, right before and after he fell asleep.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SPlwDDnIMxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/kazB6Y2Xkzs/s1600-h/DSCF2953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258357237743104786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SPlwDDnIMxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/kazB6Y2Xkzs/s200/DSCF2953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SPlwLs8dz9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/yNqE19hUZJk/s1600-h/DSCF2954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258357386277408722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SPlwLs8dz9I/AAAAAAAAAEA/yNqE19hUZJk/s200/DSCF2954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128419217653614006-4226136775121161161?l=ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/feeds/4226136775121161161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3128419217653614006&amp;postID=4226136775121161161' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/4226136775121161161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/4226136775121161161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/2008/10/follow-me.html' title='Follow Me!!'/><author><name>Misti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09712945460197265011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSOpSxtk_ZI/AAAAAAAAAII/qnWSBMYoyO0/S220/DSCF3098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SPlwDDnIMxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/kazB6Y2Xkzs/s72-c/DSCF2953.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128419217653614006.post-9193440813187434449</id><published>2008-10-15T22:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:34:06.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Socks and Pumpkins!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year when Dagan was but a wee thing, Grandma Nelson-Sangiorgi sent a cute little cloth pumpkin ( of course, she wasn't a Sangiorgi then, but oh well).  Being who I am, I just had to put said pumpkin on my pumpkin's head and take a picture. This year, I did it again. Perhaps I'll do it every year, one never knows... &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SPbQjQWkXZI/AAAAAAAAADg/1M2kyiar3Z4/s1600-h/Dagan+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257618919105256850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SPbQjQWkXZI/AAAAAAAAADg/1M2kyiar3Z4/s200/Dagan+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SPbQwAWMD_I/AAAAAAAAADo/ye8VVxnfq6Y/s1600-h/DSCF2950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257619138146996210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SPbQwAWMD_I/AAAAAAAAADo/ye8VVxnfq6Y/s200/DSCF2950.JPG" border="0" /&gt; It&lt;/a&gt; was much easier last year to get the pumpkin to stay on his head.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257619268627692114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SPbQ3mbNelI/AAAAAAAAADw/JR8rr1ZL3Oo/s200/DSCF2947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to socks.... Dagan says 3 "words" they are Mom, Dad, and Socks. Here is a video of him saying, "socks."&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-74a6ba201511c6b1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D74a6ba201511c6b1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331346822%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4BC629369B0072A9667A097A9363BA36D90ACD73.4900C571EF787A4579D5F893DD491A83977F542%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D74a6ba201511c6b1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrabJ8xF8nmlAX4FIAJoMZWsABPA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D74a6ba201511c6b1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331346822%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4BC629369B0072A9667A097A9363BA36D90ACD73.4900C571EF787A4579D5F893DD491A83977F542%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D74a6ba201511c6b1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrabJ8xF8nmlAX4FIAJoMZWsABPA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128419217653614006-9193440813187434449?l=ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=74a6ba201511c6b1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/feeds/9193440813187434449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3128419217653614006&amp;postID=9193440813187434449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/9193440813187434449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/9193440813187434449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/2008/10/socks-and-pumpkins.html' title='Socks and Pumpkins!'/><author><name>Misti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09712945460197265011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSOpSxtk_ZI/AAAAAAAAAII/qnWSBMYoyO0/S220/DSCF3098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SPbQjQWkXZI/AAAAAAAAADg/1M2kyiar3Z4/s72-c/Dagan+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128419217653614006.post-8873994757624371836</id><published>2008-10-11T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T16:41:15.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The great Cheeto caper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SPE5kcMhf3I/AAAAAAAAADY/4YYl5DjT3vM/s1600-h/DSCF2940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256045538324873074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SPE5kcMhf3I/AAAAAAAAADY/4YYl5DjT3vM/s200/DSCF2940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other night as a treat I bought Mike a bag of Cheetos. We have been doing a really good job of eating well, and keeping out the junk. Once in a while a nice treat is deserved. Even if that treat is Cheetos. I stole a handful of said Cheetos and plopped my booty down on the floor to eat them. I'm down to maybe 3 Cheetos, and my darling little boy walks over and grabs my last Cheeto, and shoves it in his mouth. This child had never had anything like this before, but figured it must be good since Mike and I were both eating them. Oh, and they were crunchy. Dagan likes crunchy. Mike said he didn't need to know what they were, because they were Cheetos and it's genetic. I wish he would do that with other food, like noodles. He doesn't want anything to do with noodles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128419217653614006-8873994757624371836?l=ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/feeds/8873994757624371836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3128419217653614006&amp;postID=8873994757624371836' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/8873994757624371836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/8873994757624371836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/2008/10/great-cheeto-caper.html' title='The great Cheeto caper'/><author><name>Misti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09712945460197265011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSOpSxtk_ZI/AAAAAAAAAII/qnWSBMYoyO0/S220/DSCF3098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SPE5kcMhf3I/AAAAAAAAADY/4YYl5DjT3vM/s72-c/DSCF2940.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128419217653614006.post-3893999605459188301</id><published>2008-10-06T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T12:53:20.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seriously?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SOppjXoNynI/AAAAAAAAADQ/rE4ntnTIj1M/s1600-h/DSCF2922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254127971640134258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SOppjXoNynI/AAAAAAAAADQ/rE4ntnTIj1M/s200/DSCF2922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SOppfVCuuSI/AAAAAAAAADI/twL8V7ebKz0/s1600-h/DSCF2921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254127902226561314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SOppfVCuuSI/AAAAAAAAADI/twL8V7ebKz0/s200/DSCF2921.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see my son in these 2 pictures? They were taken at about 3am this morning. From 1 until about 430 my little munchkin was awake. Not sure why... When he woke at 1am he was crying and unhappy. He wouldn't nurse, and I couldn't get him back to sleep for longer than maybe 10 minute. I tried rocking him, but as soon as I got up from the rocking chair, he'd wake up and start to scream. I couldn't rock him sitting on the bed, because he would try to climb out of my lap and roll around on the bed. I thought he was finally falling asleep, he was nursing really well, then, BAM! He rolled away and sat up, all happy and talking. I tried ignoring him, sometimes he gets thepoint and falls back to sleep. Nope he was just laying on the bed, all happy and talking. Then at around 3am Daddy came in. Dagan was all excited. So, we got up, as Mike was just going to go into work an hour early. He usually gets up around 4.  Dagan was full of BIG smiles and giggles, and the first thing he did when Mike put him down was start walking around the room. Maybe he just wanted to practice his new skill.  I put in one of his Baby Genius DVDs and the pictures are of him dancing to Vivaldi's the Four Seasons Baby Genius DVD.  After Mike left I put Dagan in the jumperoo, and after about half and hour, he finally fell asleep. Then he woke up. Then hell fell asleep. I moved him to bed around 530, and he only slept until 7. Needless to say, we, the adults, and very tired. Dagan seems to be just fine. The turkey. Hopefully we will not have a repeat tonight. Grrrr.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128419217653614006-3893999605459188301?l=ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/feeds/3893999605459188301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3128419217653614006&amp;postID=3893999605459188301' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/3893999605459188301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/3893999605459188301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/2008/10/seriously.html' title='Seriously?'/><author><name>Misti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09712945460197265011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSOpSxtk_ZI/AAAAAAAAAII/qnWSBMYoyO0/S220/DSCF3098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SOppjXoNynI/AAAAAAAAADQ/rE4ntnTIj1M/s72-c/DSCF2922.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128419217653614006.post-7062795609450685797</id><published>2008-10-04T20:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T21:01:24.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden, Fluffy, and delicious</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253511607094588770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SOg4-OxDtWI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0WbR64yJWtw/s200/DSCF2920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just had to take a picture of this loaf of bread I made today. It had to be the prettiest loaf I've ever made. It accompanied chicken noodle soup with homemade noodles, served over fluffy mashed potatoes. Idaho potatoes, of course. I made total comfort food for dinner, it's been cold and rainy the last couple of days. I know, completely random. Sorry. Ok, not really. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The only bad thing about the bread is it turned out a little too fluffy, and it fell a bit after I cut it. The recipe said to add the yeast with the dry ingredients, but I added it to the hot water to start the process, and I guess the yeast just went crazy! I almost want to go into the reasons it got too fluffy, but no one would really care. It has to do with yeast and gas and flour. I have made it that way several times before, so I'm not sure why it decided to go nuts-o today. Oh well, it still tasted good. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;More random... as you can see, I have tile countertops. They seem to be all the rage out here. Yeah, I hate them. They are a pain to clean, and you can't roll out anything on them .Forget trying to make a pie crust! That's not going to happen. It all gets stuck in between the tiles, and gets all nasty. Yuck. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enough of that, how about a cute picture of my son? He's reading a book. He really likes his books. The outfit he's wearing is 24months. Yeah, he's just pretty darn big. His 18mo size clothes fit him perfectly. The 24mo. size is roomy, but by no means huge. Someday he might slow down on the growth.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253514202043638082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SOg7VRtH4UI/AAAAAAAAADA/H821nujg4SM/s200/DSCF2914.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128419217653614006-7062795609450685797?l=ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/feeds/7062795609450685797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3128419217653614006&amp;postID=7062795609450685797' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/7062795609450685797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/7062795609450685797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/2008/10/golden-fluffy-and-delicious.html' title='Golden, Fluffy, and delicious'/><author><name>Misti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09712945460197265011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSOpSxtk_ZI/AAAAAAAAAII/qnWSBMYoyO0/S220/DSCF3098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SOg4-OxDtWI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0WbR64yJWtw/s72-c/DSCF2920.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128419217653614006.post-4675431097976133738</id><published>2008-10-03T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T12:24:12.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so today I forgot to take my water bottle to Stroller Strides class. It holds 32 oz, and I usually drink the whole thing while I'm there. Luckily it's overcast and a little cooler out today, so I wasn't super worried about it. If it had been hot and sunny, no way, going home. Well, the work out is over, and we stay for about 45min for the play group and fun in the park. I decided that even though &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dagan&lt;/span&gt; is super tired, we should go ahead and drop off rent since we were half way there. I drop off the check, get my receipt and I'm walking out to the car when I notice this little fuzzy grey spot in my vision. I'm thinking, well crap, what's that all about? Then my head starts to hurt a little. Oh, I'm getting a migraine, I think. Since it's only about a 15minute drive home, I figure I'll make it in time. Then I'm thinking I can't take my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Imitrex&lt;/span&gt; because I don't know if it's compatible with breastfeeding, and please, God, let Mike have decided to stay home and not go fishing. Because if this is a migraine, life is gonna suck. Well, as I'm driving the little grey spot changes. It got bigger, with rainbow fuzzy edges, but clear in the middle. Pretty soon all I have for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;peripheral&lt;/span&gt; vision are fuzzy rainbow edges. Thankfully, I had decided to take the back way home so there isn't too much traffic. Needless to say, I was scared sh*tless driving, because my vision is getting worse by the second. Luckily Dagan had fallen asleep in his carseat. I get home and see that Mike did go fishing. Crap. I managed to back into the garage without hitting the house or anything in the garage. Dagan's asleep, so I leave him there  and go in and down my 32oz of forgotten water, and heat up some food. I attempt to call Mom, but there is no answer. By now, I can hardly see, everything is fuzzy with dancing rainbows. After a few minutes, my vision started to get better, but the headache worse. Enter great big pain meds left over from giving birth, and 12 more oz of water. So now my vision is almost back to normal, but my head is killing me!!  I'm still a little fuzzy in my left eye, but hopefully that will pass soon. Dagan is still in the Jeep, which I can see from the computer chair. I'm going to get him, and hopefully we will nap a little bit together. The moral of this story is: don't leave to work out without your water, or you might go blind!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128419217653614006-4675431097976133738?l=ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/feeds/4675431097976133738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3128419217653614006&amp;postID=4675431097976133738' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/4675431097976133738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/4675431097976133738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/2008/10/scary-story.html' title='Scary story'/><author><name>Misti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09712945460197265011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSOpSxtk_ZI/AAAAAAAAAII/qnWSBMYoyO0/S220/DSCF3098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128419217653614006.post-153702054306615640</id><published>2008-09-30T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T21:18:10.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ball video</title><content type='html'>Here is a very cute video of Dagan playing ball by himself. It's pretty darn cute. I had to sneak up on him so he would keep playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d3e15379b5fe15df" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd3e15379b5fe15df%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331346822%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2F0022B8BB37A29E174BE6403B3044886C9C90CE.83075DED7DE0FA2F3C36ECA73CCBF8655ACCB2BC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd3e15379b5fe15df%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUaArOxak2ZImMdYetG723qQs4Kc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd3e15379b5fe15df%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331346822%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2F0022B8BB37A29E174BE6403B3044886C9C90CE.83075DED7DE0FA2F3C36ECA73CCBF8655ACCB2BC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd3e15379b5fe15df%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUaArOxak2ZImMdYetG723qQs4Kc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128419217653614006-153702054306615640?l=ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d3e15379b5fe15df&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/feeds/153702054306615640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3128419217653614006&amp;postID=153702054306615640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/153702054306615640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/153702054306615640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/2008/09/ball-video.html' title='Ball video'/><author><name>Misti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09712945460197265011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSOpSxtk_ZI/AAAAAAAAAII/qnWSBMYoyO0/S220/DSCF3098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128419217653614006.post-3094368426254902075</id><published>2008-09-29T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T23:04:36.268-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video fun'/><title type='text'>Random video time!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ok, so today I was video happy with Dagan. I just kept the camera out and shot all kinds of random things. Ok, not so random, but still. Here we have Dagan walking with his push toy. He has just now discovered that it is for pushing forward, not over to play with the wheels. Notice the sassy red diaper. Yes, that is a Misti cloth original. Red with animal print on the inside. I'm using old sheets, remember? The red was from a rod sock project for Mike. I told him I was taking the cloth, and don't try to stop me (insert evil laugh) Every baby should have one. Or maybe just mine. Anyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-63da9dbcb22d2a60" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D63da9dbcb22d2a60%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331346822%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5220D75071E286601ED8AC95686B55130F960593.85164A1A948B7231E30A8BD2FC5FF1C37E00C97C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D63da9dbcb22d2a60%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6apZWd_aTJkzbvFkw-8jE7QyYTA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D63da9dbcb22d2a60%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331346822%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5220D75071E286601ED8AC95686B55130F960593.85164A1A948B7231E30A8BD2FC5FF1C37E00C97C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D63da9dbcb22d2a60%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6apZWd_aTJkzbvFkw-8jE7QyYTA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;And the photo to &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SOG9C1OOL7I/AAAAAAAAACg/bVmgRGmLVRU/s1600-h/DSCF2858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251686496834826162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SOG9C1OOL7I/AAAAAAAAACg/bVmgRGmLVRU/s200/DSCF2858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;prove he likes to push it over and play with the wheels.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This next one is him playing "where'd the baby go?" He really likes this game. Cracks him right on up. except for today, when he was distracted by the darn TV. IT was even something dumb, like Bringing Home Baby on TLC. Oh, and a cute picture of the game. Notice his little toes at the end of the video.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e7415e372459f3be" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De7415e372459f3be%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331346822%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D52EA337A1BC48116D57C631F0FD42A4A7D6F9398.3A85DFB176AEC13FCAEE00CEE007765DA4D6D1CB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De7415e372459f3be%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3Fa2vvH6Fbn8gTDjZny49771kXY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De7415e372459f3be%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331346822%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D52EA337A1BC48116D57C631F0FD42A4A7D6F9398.3A85DFB176AEC13FCAEE00CEE007765DA4D6D1CB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De7415e372459f3be%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3Fa2vvH6Fbn8gTDjZny49771kXY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SOG9rfMdSOI/AAAAAAAAACo/7TllWjs3vpw/s1600-h/DSCF2882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251687195296483554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SOG9rfMdSOI/AAAAAAAAACo/7TllWjs3vpw/s200/DSCF2882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, playing ball. It was starting to get a little dark, so the video is a little dark, sorry. We had LOTS of fun today, when he was being happy. With this whole walking thing, he hasn't really been sleeping well at night, and his naps are a joke. You can really tell in this last video how tired he was getting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-aadb0a481b4eb500" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daadb0a481b4eb500%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331346822%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D52FD39A2A1302007B3326F9A0E47877FA26BBBB9.6ABA853A246802EB42A7E4AD2A182C9BF66A500F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daadb0a481b4eb500%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJzYLCdWS20eMY5kurqGCoek0hmI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daadb0a481b4eb500%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331346822%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D52FD39A2A1302007B3326F9A0E47877FA26BBBB9.6ABA853A246802EB42A7E4AD2A182C9BF66A500F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daadb0a481b4eb500%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJzYLCdWS20eMY5kurqGCoek0hmI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok, this last picture was taken the other morning when Dagan woke up all kinds of cranky. He was having none of me, didn't want to play with his toys, didn't want to be held, but didn't want to be put down, either. When he does that, I pop his butt in the Jumperoo, and let him jump out all that energy. I don't know what is going to happen when he outgrows that thing. Well, more than he has now. He really doesn't fit all that well, bu&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SOG_G5i1reI/AAAAAAAAACw/pqJULq4xJPk/s1600-h/DSCF2835_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251688765737774562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SOG_G5i1reI/AAAAAAAAACw/pqJULq4xJPk/s200/DSCF2835_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t he loves it and doesn't complain...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He was killing me with those toys in his mouth. I wonder if his teeth were bugging him. He seems to be teething on and off lately.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128419217653614006-3094368426254902075?l=ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=aadb0a481b4eb500&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/feeds/3094368426254902075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3128419217653614006&amp;postID=3094368426254902075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/3094368426254902075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/3094368426254902075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/2008/09/random-video-time.html' title='Random video time!!'/><author><name>Misti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09712945460197265011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSOpSxtk_ZI/AAAAAAAAAII/qnWSBMYoyO0/S220/DSCF3098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SOG9C1OOL7I/AAAAAAAAACg/bVmgRGmLVRU/s72-c/DSCF2858.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128419217653614006.post-3746820665781802411</id><published>2008-09-25T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T21:10:12.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dagan walks, and other fun things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, so for the past week Dagan has been trying really hard to walk. Today he has made great strides (heehee) in the walking department. Over and over and over again he would stand up, hold onto something and take off. I even got a video! Of course, by the time I thought to get out the camera he was pretty tired. So, without further ado, here it is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bec0e9d589ee3f17" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbec0e9d589ee3f17%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331346822%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8041D6A08C918E3847BB012065B567D86B87D7A8.422B8B83B16975E6DD953854BBCD73389363E7D1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbec0e9d589ee3f17%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2aHPffELewYkiB430huBlZdVgfI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbec0e9d589ee3f17%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331346822%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8041D6A08C918E3847BB012065B567D86B87D7A8.422B8B83B16975E6DD953854BBCD73389363E7D1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbec0e9d589ee3f17%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2aHPffELewYkiB430huBlZdVgfI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are the other things....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today i discovered that I can sew diapers in the living room with Dagan out playing, all I have to do is put the sewing machine on a table. Yeah, DUH, I know. Sometimes I wonder how I get out of bed in the morning and function as a person. While he played I was able to sew 3 diapers for him. I messed up one. I forgot to put the elastic in the legs. How the heck does one forget elastic?? I don't know but I managed to do it. Here is the evidence.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SNxdu--EkZI/AAAAAAAAACA/-uuGacEuysQ/s1600-h/DSCF2827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250174327365865874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SNxdu--EkZI/AAAAAAAAACA/-uuGacEuysQ/s200/DSCF2827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had it all finished and thought, that went really fast! Then, CRAP! Well, he just can't, well, crap in that one. It won't keep it in very well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I now have 10 diapers for him. It takes about an hour from start to finish for just one. I've started cutting out and pinning together one night, the sewing the next day. Mike gave me 2 really super soft long sleeved T-shirts to use. One shirt made 2 of the next to the butt layers. The arms I used to make the soaker that gets sewed into the middle of the layer. I'm so clever! These diapers have only cost me $12.00. that's elastic and velcro. Ok, add $2.97 I just HAD to buy this flannel. Used for outer layer onely. He has 4 hockey all-star diapers. I couldn't help myself.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SNxfKtpk4-I/AAAAAAAAACI/5Zb1c3sqSjI/s1600-h/DSCF2790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250175903264465890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SNxfKtpk4-I/AAAAAAAAACI/5Zb1c3sqSjI/s200/DSCF2790.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The only bad thing about buying the cute fabric is that I have to cover it up with the vinyl pants. As seen he&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SNxgMzqCjMI/AAAAAAAAACQ/V9e-2A08lRc/s1600-h/DSCF2829_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;re:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SNxgYE0MhII/AAAAAAAAACY/f7Mjtp97oBY/s1600-h/DSCF2829_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250177232332948610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SNxgYE0MhII/AAAAAAAAACY/f7Mjtp97oBY/s200/DSCF2829_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On one more note; I made laundry detergent today. I will let you all know how it works out tomorrow when I do laundry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128419217653614006-3746820665781802411?l=ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=bec0e9d589ee3f17&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/feeds/3746820665781802411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3128419217653614006&amp;postID=3746820665781802411' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/3746820665781802411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/3746820665781802411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/2008/09/dagan-walks-and-other-fun-things.html' title='Dagan walks, and other fun things'/><author><name>Misti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09712945460197265011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSOpSxtk_ZI/AAAAAAAAAII/qnWSBMYoyO0/S220/DSCF3098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SNxdu--EkZI/AAAAAAAAACA/-uuGacEuysQ/s72-c/DSCF2827.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128419217653614006.post-7845295057931042167</id><published>2008-09-18T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T15:44:23.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first cloth diaper!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I made my fi&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SNLYGwuLAAI/AAAAAAAAABo/KETdoh0eCg4/s1600-h/DSCF2764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247494126509424642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SNLYGwuLAAI/AAAAAAAAABo/KETdoh0eCg4/s200/DSCF2764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rst fitted cloth diaper! As some of you may know, I lost my job last week, so we're trying to cut expenses. One major expense is diapers. I found patterns online on how to make your own cloth diapers using material already available. I made this one out of an old flannel sheet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took me about an hour from start to finish, but it's not completely finished. So an hour from start to this point. I still have to add velcro or snaps. I tried it on Dagan to see how the fit was, and realized I messed up a little.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SNLY_ukLyLI/AAAAAAAAABw/33hos89eP60/s1600-h/DSCF2758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247495105183205554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SNLY_ukLyLI/AAAAAAAAABw/33hos89eP60/s200/DSCF2758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I used one of the disposable diapers as the template. However, I forgot to undo the little sticky tabs, so it doesn't go around him as far as it should. You can't quite see it in this picture, but there is elastic at the legs and around the back, so it catches the poopies. I used diaper pins for the initial try-on. Thankfully, D&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SNLZLQmMB1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fpKDGwYg4-w/s1600-h/DSCF2760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247495303296976722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SNLZLQmMB1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/fpKDGwYg4-w/s200/DSCF2760.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;agan was cooperative. Mostly. I'm going to try again after he goes to bed tonight. Hopefully I can get the pattern down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128419217653614006-7845295057931042167?l=ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/feeds/7845295057931042167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3128419217653614006&amp;postID=7845295057931042167' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/7845295057931042167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/7845295057931042167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-first-cloth-diaper.html' title='My first cloth diaper!'/><author><name>Misti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09712945460197265011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSOpSxtk_ZI/AAAAAAAAAII/qnWSBMYoyO0/S220/DSCF3098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SNLYGwuLAAI/AAAAAAAAABo/KETdoh0eCg4/s72-c/DSCF2764.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128419217653614006.post-3532925656096206984</id><published>2008-09-15T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T21:51:21.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our first ouchie with blood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SM86oT5f8TI/AAAAAAAAABg/jJPt42R-aJA/s1600-h/DSCF2740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246476555120537906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SM86oT5f8TI/AAAAAAAAABg/jJPt42R-aJA/s200/DSCF2740.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SM86caogpyI/AAAAAAAAABY/oNT-5AdE43E/s1600-h/DSCF2737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246476350769899298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SM86caogpyI/AAAAAAAAABY/oNT-5AdE43E/s200/DSCF2737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dagan&lt;/span&gt; had his very first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ouchie&lt;/span&gt; that drew blood. He was walking around his little musical table, and he fell. He caught his chin on the way down and bit his little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;toungue&lt;/span&gt;! He was SO upset. He make a face like he was going to cry, got really stiff and started to shake, and then nothing came out for a good 15seconds. Then it let loose! My poor baby! Screaming, crying, big fat crocodile tears. It was really sad. After a minute or two of hysterical crying, I decided the best thing for him was a couple minutes of nursing. I was right. After about 3 minutes, he calmed right down, and started his new game, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;raspberries&lt;/span&gt; on Mom. Oh yeah, cracks him right on up. I try really hard not to laugh so he isn't encouraged to continue, but it's so hard!! It's freaking hilarious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After that game, he crawled off my lap and back over to the table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Well, that was sure exciting, wasn't it? That's really the only thing I have to report, unless I ramble on about nothing... don't get me started, I could do it. I'm not working at the moment, and the only person I have to talk to during the day is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Dagan&lt;/span&gt; and he's not exactly a great conversationalist. See??? I've already started....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128419217653614006-3532925656096206984?l=ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/feeds/3532925656096206984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3128419217653614006&amp;postID=3532925656096206984' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/3532925656096206984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/3532925656096206984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/2008/09/our-first-ouchie-with-blood.html' title='Our first ouchie with blood'/><author><name>Misti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09712945460197265011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSOpSxtk_ZI/AAAAAAAAAII/qnWSBMYoyO0/S220/DSCF3098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SM86oT5f8TI/AAAAAAAAABg/jJPt42R-aJA/s72-c/DSCF2740.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128419217653614006.post-476144367234374075</id><published>2008-09-10T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T15:22:58.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dagan's first birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Wow, I can hardly believe a year has gone by already. My little man turned one yesterday. I asked him how it felt to be a whole year old. He just looked at me. I was having little flashbacks all day of the day he was born. I slept horribly the night before, maybe because I was remembering the year before! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My water broke at 11:55 pm 9/8/07 and off to the hospital we went. Mike said, can we wait until the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fight's&lt;/span&gt; over? (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;UFC&lt;/span&gt;) Yeah, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; it there was only 5 minutes left. We got there, waited, got checked in. No contractions, waited a bit. Then the nurse says the doctor wants to give you a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pitocin&lt;/span&gt; to jump start things. Yeah, I was on it the whole stinking time. Sometime in the early morning hours, I finally got my epidural. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;anesthesiologist was trying to be funny and make jokes. I was not amused. I just wanted my stinkin' drugs! 11am I started pushing. 3pm she turned off the epidural (noooooooo!!!!!!!), and turned up the Pitocin. Then at a little before 4pm She brought out the mirror, and I watched Dagan be born! 4:03 is the official time! The first thing he did when the nurse put him on my tummy, was crawl up to me and touch my face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244519498968212562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SMhGspmcJFI/AAAAAAAAABA/zHZmqU22Ywc/s200/DSCF1003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ah, how sweet! I'm not sure where the rest of the year went, as it all seems to be a bit of a blur. All I know is, my little baby is not really a baby anymore! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, here a then and now pic..&lt;/p&gt;Then:                                                                                                                Now:&lt;br /&gt;                                                             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SMhH53BgnQI/AAAAAAAAABI/2jMsPJK2-Ek/s1600-h/Newborn+Dagan+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244520825421339906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SMhH53BgnQI/AAAAAAAAABI/2jMsPJK2-Ek/s200/Newborn+Dagan+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SMhIkR2UXEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/1idMcOhmaDc/s1600-h/DSCF2553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244521554176662594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SMhIkR2UXEI/AAAAAAAAABQ/1idMcOhmaDc/s200/DSCF2553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ain't he cute? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128419217653614006-476144367234374075?l=ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/feeds/476144367234374075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3128419217653614006&amp;postID=476144367234374075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/476144367234374075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/476144367234374075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/2008/09/dagans-first-birthday.html' title='Dagan&apos;s first birthday!'/><author><name>Misti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09712945460197265011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSOpSxtk_ZI/AAAAAAAAAII/qnWSBMYoyO0/S220/DSCF3098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SMhGspmcJFI/AAAAAAAAABA/zHZmqU22Ywc/s72-c/DSCF1003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128419217653614006.post-7775702020252902515</id><published>2008-09-08T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T22:52:38.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Birthday Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night we had a birthday party for Dagan. A few of the girls I work with came over, brought their kids. My day started at 6am when Dagan awoke with the sun. Yeah, ick. After the coffee had kicked in, and I called the Grandparents, we went to WalMart to get supplies. It's always fun and exciting shopping with a small child. He fell asleep in the car on the way home, and as soon as I arrived, the work began I baked 2 different kinds of cupcakes. I had orginally planned on making one, but I wasn't sure I liked them. They use Agave Necter instead of sugar as a sweetener. It has a lower glycemic index so you don't get the sugar high and crash as with regular sugar. They were carrot pineapple cupecakes. Since I wasn't sure of those, I made regular ones as well. We had artichoke spinach dip, roasted vegetable cream cheese spread, mini pigs in a blanket and pizza puffs. I cleaned and re-arranged Dagan's room, cleaned my bathroom, and my part of the bedroom. Mike was on livingroom and his part of the bedroom duty. I had cleaned the main bathroom Thursday. I had the cleaning and most of the baking done by the time the first guests arrived. However, about 20min before the guests started arriving Dagan decided he was going to be a pill. Wendy and her boys arrived, and we went to the pool. As soon as Dagan saw the water, he demanded in! Poor Mike had to answer the door and direct the rest of the guests as they got here. We ate snacks and played at the pool. Then we came in for cake. Dagan was more interested in the plate his cupcake was on than his cupcake&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243669455555598354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SMVBlnH1GBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/3-gOl_2QhtU/s320/DSCF2565.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You think that pic is funny? You should have seen it before I took out the red eye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;He didn't know what to do with the cupcake when we gave it to him, he just played with it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243671295293162098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SMVDQsrcgnI/AAAAAAAAAAw/16T1VYslkGo/s200/DSCF2570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then it was present time. He didn't really care about that either. He was more interested in the paper it came in! It was, however, a fun little party.  After the guests left Dagan played a little bit more and then we all went to bed. The End&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243894538039001826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SMYOTIttAuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Ld7N3dnX4OQ/s200/DSCF2600.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128419217653614006-7775702020252902515?l=ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/feeds/7775702020252902515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3128419217653614006&amp;postID=7775702020252902515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/7775702020252902515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/7775702020252902515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/2008/09/birthday-party.html' title='The Birthday Party'/><author><name>Misti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09712945460197265011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSOpSxtk_ZI/AAAAAAAAAII/qnWSBMYoyO0/S220/DSCF3098.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SMVBlnH1GBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/3-gOl_2QhtU/s72-c/DSCF2565.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128419217653614006.post-8689831198009996272</id><published>2008-09-06T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T20:07:52.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, my turn!</title><content type='html'>Oh, crap, I give in to the pressure to have my own blog!  Now everyone can keep track of me, kinda, since I live in the big CA. Ick.&lt;br /&gt; Ok, down to business...&lt;br /&gt; In a few days Dagan will be one! I can hardly believe a year has gone by already. It seems like just yesterday I was hugely and uncomfortably pregnant, wishing my child would make his entrance already. Now he is a happy bouncing 1yr old!  He's weighing in at 25lbs, and is almost walking. He has 7 teeth, and a few more are trying to make their way out. We are having a birthday party for him tomorrow, and several of my friends from work are coming and bringing their kids! Oh happy times....&lt;br /&gt; Well, speak of the devil, the little one is calling me now... mommommommommommom. oh wait, dadadadadadadadadadadada..... back to mommommommommommom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3128419217653614006-8689831198009996272?l=ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/feeds/8689831198009996272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3128419217653614006&amp;postID=8689831198009996272' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/8689831198009996272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3128419217653614006/posts/default/8689831198009996272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ramblingsfromca.blogspot.com/2008/09/ok-my-turn.html' title='Ok, my turn!'/><author><name>Misti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09712945460197265011</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ksUkuqLAF-Q/SSOpSxtk_ZI/AAAAAAAAAII/qnWSBMYoyO0/S220/DSCF3098.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
